FIC: We Follow Darkness Like A Dream 2/4 (RTIS Program 'Verse)
Title: We Follow Darkness Like A Dream
Characters: Puck, Kurt, Finn, Will, Burt, Carole
'Verse: RTIS Program 'Verse
Summary: Written because of The Fic I Didn't Write game on Puckurt: In a society where parents can sell their delinquent kids into a slave system instead of paying for them to be rehabilitated in jail, Kurt finds himself drawn to his neighbour's new slave-boy, a boy only known as Puck.
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters associated with Glee.
Kurt took a long shower the next morning, as his parents were at work and Finn never woke before noon on the weekends. He stood in his closet, trying to decide on which outfit to wear when he heard laughter coming from outside, filtering into his room through his open window. It sounded like Finn, but Finn should be dead to the world in his bed just like every other Saturday morning, not laughing outside in the backyard.
He peeked outside and spotted Finn sitting on the ground by the fence that separated their yard from the Harris’, and if it wasn’t for his second story bedroom, Kurt would have thought Finn was happily talking to himself. That would have been less surprising than seeing Finn holding a conversation with their neighbour’s new slave and laughing as if they’d been friends for years. It was Finn, who became so clingy at the sight of The Guilty that he once left bruises on their mom’s arm; Finn, who’d woken up screaming from a nightmare for two weeks straight after his best friend Sam had been sold into the program. Finn was the last person Kurt would expect to be enjoying a conversation with one of The Guilty.
But he couldn’t deny that it was really nice to see Finn laughing and smiling again. His brother didn’t have many friends and finding out from Jacob, the school’s gossip columnist, that Sam had been caught stealing money from the pizza place where he worked and was taken into the RTIS program had shaken him. Sam hadn’t been the first in their school to be sold by their parents, but he was the first that either Kurt or Finn knew well. Freshman year a girl, Santana Lopez, had been sold after being found guilty of assaulting a fellow student and had disappeared from the town. Sam had also disappeared from Lima but Kurt had heard a rumour that he’d been assigned to work at a boarding school in another town.
The protective part of him wanted to walk straight outside and drag Finn back into the house. He didn’t think the slave was dangerous; his dad wouldn’t have approved of Puck, as he’d overheard his father call him, being assigned to the Harris family if he’d done something violent. What he worried about was Finn getting attached and Puck doing something to get assigned to a new home. He was sure his brother couldn’t handle going through that again.
But Finn wouldn’t listen to him even if he did go out there, and all they were doing was talking while Puck painted the Harris’ side of the fence. And now Kurt would be able to pump Finn for information about Puck later.
He spotted Mr Harris watching Finn and Puck from his back porch, nodding his head at Finn’s enthusiastic greeting. Good. At least Puck wasn’t going to get into trouble for talking, well mostly listening, to Finn. From what he knew of Mr Harris, the man was fair and wouldn’t punish Puck for indulging Finn’s need to talk. The RTIS Program did their best to place The Guilty in good homes but everyone knew it didn’t necessarily work out that way.
He went back to his closet to pick out an outfit. If he didn’t get dressed soon his entire routine would be thrown off and he hated when that happened. He’d make breakfast, closer to a brunch by now, then call Finn in to eat.
“Finn,” he called out the door once he’d finished making French Toast for Finn and a fruit bowl for himself. “Time for lunch.”
“Coming,” Finn yelled. A few moments later he came running through the backdoor, almost colliding with Kurt.
“Careful,” Kurt said. He was used to Finn charging into a room, sometimes tripping over a chair or his own feet when he tried to stop. “So you’ve met Puck then?” he asked as he placed a stack of French Toast in front of his brother.
“Yeah,” Finn nodded before shoving a mouthful of breakfast into his mouth. “He likes football.”
Sports. If there was anything that could get Finn to trust a person, it was their like of sports, especially football.
“What are you doing up so early?” Kurt knew how to get information from Finn. It was best to ask simple questions at first so as not to give away his true intentions. If Finn figured out what he wanted, his brother would still tell him, but he’d be relentless in wanting to know why Kurt needed the information.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Finn shrugged. “No, no nightmares,” he added before Kurt could ask. “It was just really hot last night and I kept waking up so when I heard Mom get up, I got up too.”
“It was hot,” Kurt had taken his comforter off his bed before he crawled in last night so he wouldn’t wake up drenched in sweat. “How long were you talking to Puck?”
“Maybe an hour,” Finn replied, attacking a second piece of toast. “I was outside when he came out to paint the fence and I thought it would be rude to run inside just because he came out. And he’s actually a really cool guy.”
“Oh?”
Finn nodded eagerly and filled Kurt in on everything he knew about Puck. It wasn’t much, and most of it wasn’t the kind of information Kurt was looking for but he drank up every word. His next step would have to be to talk to Puck himself.
Characters: Puck, Kurt, Finn, Will, Burt, Carole
'Verse: RTIS Program 'Verse
Summary: Written because of The Fic I Didn't Write game on Puckurt: In a society where parents can sell their delinquent kids into a slave system instead of paying for them to be rehabilitated in jail, Kurt finds himself drawn to his neighbour's new slave-boy, a boy only known as Puck.
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters associated with Glee.
Kurt took a long shower the next morning, as his parents were at work and Finn never woke before noon on the weekends. He stood in his closet, trying to decide on which outfit to wear when he heard laughter coming from outside, filtering into his room through his open window. It sounded like Finn, but Finn should be dead to the world in his bed just like every other Saturday morning, not laughing outside in the backyard.
He peeked outside and spotted Finn sitting on the ground by the fence that separated their yard from the Harris’, and if it wasn’t for his second story bedroom, Kurt would have thought Finn was happily talking to himself. That would have been less surprising than seeing Finn holding a conversation with their neighbour’s new slave and laughing as if they’d been friends for years. It was Finn, who became so clingy at the sight of The Guilty that he once left bruises on their mom’s arm; Finn, who’d woken up screaming from a nightmare for two weeks straight after his best friend Sam had been sold into the program. Finn was the last person Kurt would expect to be enjoying a conversation with one of The Guilty.
But he couldn’t deny that it was really nice to see Finn laughing and smiling again. His brother didn’t have many friends and finding out from Jacob, the school’s gossip columnist, that Sam had been caught stealing money from the pizza place where he worked and was taken into the RTIS program had shaken him. Sam hadn’t been the first in their school to be sold by their parents, but he was the first that either Kurt or Finn knew well. Freshman year a girl, Santana Lopez, had been sold after being found guilty of assaulting a fellow student and had disappeared from the town. Sam had also disappeared from Lima but Kurt had heard a rumour that he’d been assigned to work at a boarding school in another town.
The protective part of him wanted to walk straight outside and drag Finn back into the house. He didn’t think the slave was dangerous; his dad wouldn’t have approved of Puck, as he’d overheard his father call him, being assigned to the Harris family if he’d done something violent. What he worried about was Finn getting attached and Puck doing something to get assigned to a new home. He was sure his brother couldn’t handle going through that again.
But Finn wouldn’t listen to him even if he did go out there, and all they were doing was talking while Puck painted the Harris’ side of the fence. And now Kurt would be able to pump Finn for information about Puck later.
He spotted Mr Harris watching Finn and Puck from his back porch, nodding his head at Finn’s enthusiastic greeting. Good. At least Puck wasn’t going to get into trouble for talking, well mostly listening, to Finn. From what he knew of Mr Harris, the man was fair and wouldn’t punish Puck for indulging Finn’s need to talk. The RTIS Program did their best to place The Guilty in good homes but everyone knew it didn’t necessarily work out that way.
He went back to his closet to pick out an outfit. If he didn’t get dressed soon his entire routine would be thrown off and he hated when that happened. He’d make breakfast, closer to a brunch by now, then call Finn in to eat.
“Finn,” he called out the door once he’d finished making French Toast for Finn and a fruit bowl for himself. “Time for lunch.”
“Coming,” Finn yelled. A few moments later he came running through the backdoor, almost colliding with Kurt.
“Careful,” Kurt said. He was used to Finn charging into a room, sometimes tripping over a chair or his own feet when he tried to stop. “So you’ve met Puck then?” he asked as he placed a stack of French Toast in front of his brother.
“Yeah,” Finn nodded before shoving a mouthful of breakfast into his mouth. “He likes football.”
Sports. If there was anything that could get Finn to trust a person, it was their like of sports, especially football.
“What are you doing up so early?” Kurt knew how to get information from Finn. It was best to ask simple questions at first so as not to give away his true intentions. If Finn figured out what he wanted, his brother would still tell him, but he’d be relentless in wanting to know why Kurt needed the information.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Finn shrugged. “No, no nightmares,” he added before Kurt could ask. “It was just really hot last night and I kept waking up so when I heard Mom get up, I got up too.”
“It was hot,” Kurt had taken his comforter off his bed before he crawled in last night so he wouldn’t wake up drenched in sweat. “How long were you talking to Puck?”
“Maybe an hour,” Finn replied, attacking a second piece of toast. “I was outside when he came out to paint the fence and I thought it would be rude to run inside just because he came out. And he’s actually a really cool guy.”
“Oh?”
Finn nodded eagerly and filled Kurt in on everything he knew about Puck. It wasn’t much, and most of it wasn’t the kind of information Kurt was looking for but he drank up every word. His next step would have to be to talk to Puck himself.