(oneshot) "Ice Skating and Hot Chocolate." - PG
Title: Ice Skating and Hot Chocolate
Author: digitalchoco
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Established Puck/Kurt
Genre: Romance, fluff, future!fic
Word Count: 1 406
Warning: None.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FOX, I don’t own Glee, I don’t own anything. Come to think of it, I am very poor.
Summary: Puck is an ice princess; Kurt is happy.
A/N: This was supposed to have gone up Monday last week, but due to retarded telephone line fitters I didn't get internet when I thought I would get it. Having a flat is hard work. For my lovely, talented wife (cuz I'm totally whipped and will do whatever she tells me to do).
Christmas was one of Kurt’s favourite holidays. Why? It’s simple, really. It’s the perfect opportunity for stylish, knee length coats and, of course, woolen scarves. Even though he didn’t believe in baby Jesus and all that, who was Kurt to miss out on Christmas sales and occasions to dress impeccably for? He’s an opportunist, that’s all.
One other great thing about winter and Christmas is ice skating, and what better place to do that than in New York City? It had been a dream of his for years, taking his significant other to go skating in Central Park and maybe he had taken a few figure-skating classes in order to make this moment as perfect as possible.
What he hadn’t counted on though, was for his significant other to be a Jewish guy with a mohawk.
“Where did you even get these from?” Puck wondered as he held up the pair of skates Kurt had handed him just an hour earlier.
“Second hand, the vintage style matches your coat better than a new pair would have,” Kurt informed with a bright smile him as they strolled through Central Park, holding hands. “As for me, I have these,” he continued, holding up a pair of white figure skates.
“Won’t those just make you fall flat on your face?” Puck didn’t seem to grasp the point of the jagged front, but Kurt didn’t really expect him to either. This was Noah Puckerman after all, he had probably never seen a figure-skating competition in his entire life.
“Not unless you know how to skate properly.”
“And you do?”
Kurt couldn’t help but give Puck a look that vaguely resembled his infamous ‘bitch, please’ one. “Of course I do.”
“No offense, babe, just don’t want you hurting yourself,” Puck smiled, placing a quick kiss to one of Kurt’s rosy cheeks.
New York was great like that. If they had done that in Lima (not that they had ever been romantically involved when they had been living there), everybody would have been giving them crap for it. Here, people barely even registered that they were two guys instead of a guy and a girl. When Puck asked him out the first time and Kurt had said yes (after a month of sucking up from Puck’s side), nobody had looked twice at them when they had gone out for dinner. Sure, they got the occasional glare, but there was no longer almost an entire town against Kurt’s very existence. It was a liberating feeling.
”This is a bad idea…” Puck muttered as he shoved his feet into the ice skates. It had taken some begging just to get to this point.
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Kurt chirped happily, tying his own skates.
“Fine, but you’ll be the one who massages my sore ass when we get home!”
“Please, it’s all about balance.”
The ice was filled with people, happy couples gliding around holding each other’s hands, small children constantly falling and getting up again, even a couple of old gentlemen who seemed to have been doing this for years.
“Come on, Puck!” Kurt smiled happily, already standing up and extending one hand to his boyfriend to help him get up safely from the bench.
“I don’t know, man…”
“Please, Noah?”
That earned him a sigh and a warm smile. “Fine. You really know what buttons to press, huh?” Puck said as he took Kurt’s hand and got up.
Once Kurt let go of him, he stood there for a moment, eyes glued to the ice and arms extended to keep his balance. “Come on, try coming to me,” Kurt chuckled, swiftly skating backward a few meters.
“Are you serious?”
“Afraid so, baby!”
“Ice is like… hard. I’m gonna fall.”
“Trial and error, Noah!”
With a very focused look on his face, as if this took all his concentration, Puck tried to take a step toward him. Unfortunately, trying to walk as normal in ice skates is not the best strategy, and it only took a few seconds until Puck had ended up on his ass.
“Fuck, that hurts!” he exclaimed as Kurt was occupied bending over with laughter. “Don’t just stand there, help me up!” Puck said, but apparently he couldn’t help but grin a little himself.
“Fine, fine!” Kurt laughed, gliding over the ice with ease and helping Puck up. “Just so you know, that was hilarious. You’re just like an ice princess, Noah,” he chuckled once his boyfriend was back on his feet.
“Oh yeah, ‘cause I’m really graceful when I’m falling.” Puck’s tone was sarcastic, but he was still smiling.
“Amazingly so,” Kurt just grinned and placed a soft kiss to Puck’s lips. “Now, shall we try again?”
“If you insist.”
“Oh please, this is comedic gold, I wish I had someone videoing it!”
It took about half an hour before Puck could go forward and turn without any help from Kurt, and in that half hour he managed to fall about eight times. Kurt, on the other hand, was effortlessly skating back and forth over the ice, coat and scarf flying around him. He also discovered that he still knew how to make little pirouettes. Puck seemed to give up after a while and just stayed put, watching Kurt glide around him, easily dodging possible collisions. Once Kurt had decided that Puck had done enough standing around, he grabbed his hand as he went past and started dragging him along.
It felt wonderful. The sun was shining almost as brightly as Kurt was smiling, there was white, glittering snow everywhere, and even though it was bitingly cold and his cheeks were rosy, he was happy. His second winter in New York City couldn’t get much better, because he had someone to spend it with. Sure, it was definitely an unexpected someone, but that didn’t make Kurt any less happy. He hadn’t believed Noah when he had said he wanted to take him out for a date, but Kurt had slowly come to the conclusion that Noah was serious about this. Even though he often had troubles with voicing how he felt, Kurt didn’t doubt what they had, not even for a second, because Noah showed it instead. He was a man of actions.
As they smoothly glided across the ice (obviously not thanks to Puck, who occasionally waved his arms around to stay on his feet), Kurt couldn’t think of any other place where he would rather be. In his mind, taking his partner to go ice skating in Central Park had been flawless, he and Mister Unknown would have flown over the ice without effort, looking as if they did this every day. Mister Unknown was now Noah Puckerman, with arms and legs all over the place as he gracelessly stumbled forward, and Kurt found he didn’t want a perfect stranger.
After another hour of skating (in Puck’s case, waving around and falling continuously), Puck convinced Kurt that they at least take a break. As they huddled up together on the bench, each with a cup of hot chocolate in their hands, Kurt couldn’t help but smile and lean into Puck.
“Thanks for coming with me.”
“You would have turned your scarves into lassos and dragged me here if I hadn’t come willingly,” Puck grinned. “Not that I object to inventive use of your scarves…”
Kurt laughed, carefully nudging Puck with his elbow. “Shut up, I would never to that to my scarves, most of them cost more than you make in a week!”
“Okay okay, sorry, princess,” Puck chuckled next to him.
“I thought we had established that you were the princess today,” Kurt grinned before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
“Only on the ice, babe.”
“Fine.” Kurt thought for a moment, lips stretching into an amused grin. “You really did look awful out there, you know,” he said.
“Yeah yeah. You owe me though. Massage.”
“I never agreed to that,” Kurt pointed out with a smirk.
“Please?”
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
“Awesome!”
They were quiet after that, drinking their hot chocolate and occasionally laughing at the many kids trying to tackle each other (and often failing miserably). After a while they decided to pack up and head home, mainly because Puck was complaining about his ass getting cold and making lewd suggestions as to how Kurt could help getting it warm again.
All in all, it was a very good day.
Author: digitalchoco
Fandom: Glee
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Established Puck/Kurt
Genre: Romance, fluff, future!fic
Word Count: 1 406
Warning: None.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FOX, I don’t own Glee, I don’t own anything. Come to think of it, I am very poor.
Summary: Puck is an ice princess; Kurt is happy.
A/N: This was supposed to have gone up Monday last week, but due to retarded telephone line fitters I didn't get internet when I thought I would get it. Having a flat is hard work. For my lovely, talented wife (cuz I'm totally whipped and will do whatever she tells me to do).
Christmas was one of Kurt’s favourite holidays. Why? It’s simple, really. It’s the perfect opportunity for stylish, knee length coats and, of course, woolen scarves. Even though he didn’t believe in baby Jesus and all that, who was Kurt to miss out on Christmas sales and occasions to dress impeccably for? He’s an opportunist, that’s all.
One other great thing about winter and Christmas is ice skating, and what better place to do that than in New York City? It had been a dream of his for years, taking his significant other to go skating in Central Park and maybe he had taken a few figure-skating classes in order to make this moment as perfect as possible.
What he hadn’t counted on though, was for his significant other to be a Jewish guy with a mohawk.
“Where did you even get these from?” Puck wondered as he held up the pair of skates Kurt had handed him just an hour earlier.
“Second hand, the vintage style matches your coat better than a new pair would have,” Kurt informed with a bright smile him as they strolled through Central Park, holding hands. “As for me, I have these,” he continued, holding up a pair of white figure skates.
“Won’t those just make you fall flat on your face?” Puck didn’t seem to grasp the point of the jagged front, but Kurt didn’t really expect him to either. This was Noah Puckerman after all, he had probably never seen a figure-skating competition in his entire life.
“Not unless you know how to skate properly.”
“And you do?”
Kurt couldn’t help but give Puck a look that vaguely resembled his infamous ‘bitch, please’ one. “Of course I do.”
“No offense, babe, just don’t want you hurting yourself,” Puck smiled, placing a quick kiss to one of Kurt’s rosy cheeks.
New York was great like that. If they had done that in Lima (not that they had ever been romantically involved when they had been living there), everybody would have been giving them crap for it. Here, people barely even registered that they were two guys instead of a guy and a girl. When Puck asked him out the first time and Kurt had said yes (after a month of sucking up from Puck’s side), nobody had looked twice at them when they had gone out for dinner. Sure, they got the occasional glare, but there was no longer almost an entire town against Kurt’s very existence. It was a liberating feeling.
”This is a bad idea…” Puck muttered as he shoved his feet into the ice skates. It had taken some begging just to get to this point.
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Kurt chirped happily, tying his own skates.
“Fine, but you’ll be the one who massages my sore ass when we get home!”
“Please, it’s all about balance.”
The ice was filled with people, happy couples gliding around holding each other’s hands, small children constantly falling and getting up again, even a couple of old gentlemen who seemed to have been doing this for years.
“Come on, Puck!” Kurt smiled happily, already standing up and extending one hand to his boyfriend to help him get up safely from the bench.
“I don’t know, man…”
“Please, Noah?”
That earned him a sigh and a warm smile. “Fine. You really know what buttons to press, huh?” Puck said as he took Kurt’s hand and got up.
Once Kurt let go of him, he stood there for a moment, eyes glued to the ice and arms extended to keep his balance. “Come on, try coming to me,” Kurt chuckled, swiftly skating backward a few meters.
“Are you serious?”
“Afraid so, baby!”
“Ice is like… hard. I’m gonna fall.”
“Trial and error, Noah!”
With a very focused look on his face, as if this took all his concentration, Puck tried to take a step toward him. Unfortunately, trying to walk as normal in ice skates is not the best strategy, and it only took a few seconds until Puck had ended up on his ass.
“Fuck, that hurts!” he exclaimed as Kurt was occupied bending over with laughter. “Don’t just stand there, help me up!” Puck said, but apparently he couldn’t help but grin a little himself.
“Fine, fine!” Kurt laughed, gliding over the ice with ease and helping Puck up. “Just so you know, that was hilarious. You’re just like an ice princess, Noah,” he chuckled once his boyfriend was back on his feet.
“Oh yeah, ‘cause I’m really graceful when I’m falling.” Puck’s tone was sarcastic, but he was still smiling.
“Amazingly so,” Kurt just grinned and placed a soft kiss to Puck’s lips. “Now, shall we try again?”
“If you insist.”
“Oh please, this is comedic gold, I wish I had someone videoing it!”
It took about half an hour before Puck could go forward and turn without any help from Kurt, and in that half hour he managed to fall about eight times. Kurt, on the other hand, was effortlessly skating back and forth over the ice, coat and scarf flying around him. He also discovered that he still knew how to make little pirouettes. Puck seemed to give up after a while and just stayed put, watching Kurt glide around him, easily dodging possible collisions. Once Kurt had decided that Puck had done enough standing around, he grabbed his hand as he went past and started dragging him along.
It felt wonderful. The sun was shining almost as brightly as Kurt was smiling, there was white, glittering snow everywhere, and even though it was bitingly cold and his cheeks were rosy, he was happy. His second winter in New York City couldn’t get much better, because he had someone to spend it with. Sure, it was definitely an unexpected someone, but that didn’t make Kurt any less happy. He hadn’t believed Noah when he had said he wanted to take him out for a date, but Kurt had slowly come to the conclusion that Noah was serious about this. Even though he often had troubles with voicing how he felt, Kurt didn’t doubt what they had, not even for a second, because Noah showed it instead. He was a man of actions.
As they smoothly glided across the ice (obviously not thanks to Puck, who occasionally waved his arms around to stay on his feet), Kurt couldn’t think of any other place where he would rather be. In his mind, taking his partner to go ice skating in Central Park had been flawless, he and Mister Unknown would have flown over the ice without effort, looking as if they did this every day. Mister Unknown was now Noah Puckerman, with arms and legs all over the place as he gracelessly stumbled forward, and Kurt found he didn’t want a perfect stranger.
After another hour of skating (in Puck’s case, waving around and falling continuously), Puck convinced Kurt that they at least take a break. As they huddled up together on the bench, each with a cup of hot chocolate in their hands, Kurt couldn’t help but smile and lean into Puck.
“Thanks for coming with me.”
“You would have turned your scarves into lassos and dragged me here if I hadn’t come willingly,” Puck grinned. “Not that I object to inventive use of your scarves…”
Kurt laughed, carefully nudging Puck with his elbow. “Shut up, I would never to that to my scarves, most of them cost more than you make in a week!”
“Okay okay, sorry, princess,” Puck chuckled next to him.
“I thought we had established that you were the princess today,” Kurt grinned before taking a sip of his hot chocolate.
“Only on the ice, babe.”
“Fine.” Kurt thought for a moment, lips stretching into an amused grin. “You really did look awful out there, you know,” he said.
“Yeah yeah. You owe me though. Massage.”
“I never agreed to that,” Kurt pointed out with a smirk.
“Please?”
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
“Awesome!”
They were quiet after that, drinking their hot chocolate and occasionally laughing at the many kids trying to tackle each other (and often failing miserably). After a while they decided to pack up and head home, mainly because Puck was complaining about his ass getting cold and making lewd suggestions as to how Kurt could help getting it warm again.
All in all, it was a very good day.