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FILL: Part 5e (Kurt/Puck, Puck!abuse)

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"I'm sorry," Kurt doesn't know what prompts him to start talking, but the machines just make him feel like he needs to fill the silence, "I'm sorry I didn't stop to ask, I'm sorry I didn't try to help. I was scared it was stepping over what we were. I didn't even know what we were, but we were more than I thought, weren't we?" Because Puck hadn't been trying not to be more, Kurt was the one with the walls, "If I'd asked, would you have told me? You never hid them, did you want me to ask? Was that what you were waiting for? I let you down, didn't I? How can you love me when I didn't even ask? The story about Sarah and the baseball bat, it was so pathetic, really. I should've known then, but you just brushed it off." And Kurt knew he should've pressed for an answer, he should've stopped Puck from changing the topic, should've stopped them from going downstairs. "I do miss you, I miss more than the sex. I miss your hands, and your terrible texting. I miss your eyes and your voice. I suppose it's my own fault. Thinking that love was some fairy tale story, or like you see in the movies. It's not." Because Blaine was who Kurt was supposed to be in love with, Blaine was supposed to be the perfect boyfriend, but Puck was the one that made Kurt feel alive, that made Kurt's skin flare in heat and his stomach flop and his heart skip a beat. It wasn't Blaine.

"Momma." It's soft, it's soft and quiet and Kurt almost misses it. But he clenches Puck's hand, standing up to lean over Puck. His eyes are slightly opened, his fingers curling slightly in Kurt's hand. "Mom?"

"It's okay, Noah, it's okay. I'll get her, she's right here, she hasn't left you." Kurt squeezes his hand again, standing up to yell through the open door. "Mrs Puckerman, nurse! Someone, he's waking up." It's a scary wave of deja vu, but Kurt doesn't let go of Puck's hand until Mrs Puckerman is there, holding the other one carefully and petting the side of Noah's face.

"Baby? Oh, sweetie you had us so worried, you're gonna be okay, right? You're gonna be fine, oh, bubbala, I love you so much." Kurt stands back, with Carole's hand on his shoulder while the nurses flit around at the machines. He can hear Puck's voice, low and soft and just a little rough, apologising to his mother and asking about Sarah and saying he loves her too. Kurt feels something tug and break and he has to turn around to hug Carole and let himself cry on her shoulder.

Because he's in love with Noah Puckerman, and he might've never known.

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