puck/Kurt fic: Thunder
Title: Thunder
Author: grimcognito
Rating: PG (Plus one or two bad words)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: hurt/comfort
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the arrangent of words in which the story was written. Not even the plot was my idea.
Author Notes: Prompts, prompts and more prompts!
Summary: prompt form Anon in the fic meme (the first one): Puck has always been afraid of thunderstorms.
After a fight between the two, they go to sleep in separate beds.
It starts to storm.
Puck runs (or manly strides) into Kurt's room (or wherever he may be sleeping) and curls up with him.
Bonus points if he tries not to make Kurt notice by laying on the very edge of the bed, then scooting over gradually…
Word Count: 951 (my shortest yet!)
All errors are my own and feel free to point them out. Enjoy!
Puck curled tighter on the couch, torn between anger at his boyfriend and disgust at himself. Angry because Kurt had accused him of forgetting their six month anniversary, despite however many times he tried to tell Kurt that the present was sitting, perfectly wrapped and ready on his bed. He hadn’t had time to get it before the storm rolled in and he had to catch a ride with Kurt since his truck was out of commission. He was disgusted at himself for not being able to simply storm out of Kurt’s house.
How lame was it that he couldn’t face walking the two miles to his house just because of a little rain?
And thunder.
And lightning.
The distant rumble of thunder and a heavier pelting of rain against Kurt’s window caused him to curl even tighter. At least Kurt hadn’t kicked him out, he’d never told him about his fear-it wasn’t something he ever planned to admit-but Kurt must have noticed something. Instead of telling him to walk home, he simply pointed at the couch before turning his back to Puck.
Now, almost an hour later, Kurt was sound asleep with his back still toward Puck and Puck was trying to go to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, though, another clap of thunder or a flash of lightning would jolt him awake and terrified.
When he was at home, his sister would share her bed with him, and wasn’t that just fucking pathetic, but he needed to feel someone near to keep from freaking out. He never knew why he hated storms so much, but when he asked his mom about it, she had stared at him for a long moment, expression pained and sorrowful be fore telling him that it was better that he couldn’t remember. He’d stopped asking after that.
He was just about to slip into dreamland when thunder boomed so loud he could feel it through the floor and Puck jumped off the couch. He was grateful that he’d long ago learned to keep from screaming, he didn’t want to wake the whole house, especially his irate boyfriend.
He was close to losing it though and he was pretty sure Kurt didn’t want to wake up to Puck huddled whimpering in a corner. Puck would never live it down and it would probably kill any remaining cool points he had left.
He shifted from foot to foot nervously and a flash of lightning lit the dark room brightly enough for him to see Kurt’s sleeping form sprawled on his ridiculously huge bed. Puck took a step forward, pausing and clenching his fists as another flash struck, followed shortly by a groan of thunder.
He could get through the night; he just needed to be a little closer to Kurt. If he could sleep near Kurt, the other boy’s presence might be enough to calm him down. The trick was making sure Kurt didn’t wake up, he was a pretty heavy sleeper, but Puck wasn’t sure his own jumping wouldn’t wake his boyfriend.
He sat carefully on the edge of the bed and lay back, as close to the edge as he could without falling off. He clenched his eyes shut as there were several of lightning flashes one after another in rapid succession and then the accompanying thunder.
Maybe a little closer wouldn’t hurt, he thought as he scooted a few inches toward the middle of the bed.
Ten minutes later, he was less than a foot away from Kurt, hands pressed over his ears and jaw clenched tight. His eyes snapped open when arms wrapped around him.
Kurt was awake, though rumpled and sleepy looking, and he slid his arms around Puck. Kurt pulled him tight to his chest and rocked slightly, pressing light kisses all over his face and whispering comforting words.
Puck pushed in as close as he could and held Kurt just as tightly, he kicked his pride into a ditch and let Kurt comfort him.
He must have fallen asleep eventually, because he woke the next morning still tangled together with Kurt, who was awake and watching him. Puck felt the rush of embarrassment and looked away from those eyes but didn’t move otherwise, “Um, well now you know why I didn’t want to go home yesterday. I didn’t lie about the present though. It was that stupid girly jacket you were staring at when your dad cut your allowance a few weeks ago.”
Kurt ran a hand down Puck’s spine in a caress, “I’m sorry, Noah. I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you. I was so worried that you’d forget that I didn’t give you a chance to prove me wrong.”
Puck looked back at Kurt’s face, “Well, now you know, so you can just accept the fact that I’m a rockin’ boyfriend and I won’t forget the really important stuff.”
Kurt nodded before pressing his lips to Puck’s in a gentle kiss, tucking his face into the crook of Puck’s neck when he pulled away.
Puck ran his hands through Kurt’s hair, “Aren’t you going to ask?”
Kurt shook his head and spoke against his shoulder, “We all have our fears, you’ll probably see mine soon enough. You don’t need to tell me why, just know that I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
“Thanks.”
Puck looked at the clock and grinned when he realized that they had at least an hour before anyone else in the house would be up and about, “Now what about the fun we missed out on last night?”
Kurt laughed at the eyebrow wiggle and dragged Puck down for a scorching kiss.
Author: grimcognito
Rating: PG (Plus one or two bad words)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt
Genre: hurt/comfort
Warning: none
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the arrangent of words in which the story was written. Not even the plot was my idea.
Author Notes: Prompts, prompts and more prompts!
Summary: prompt form Anon in the fic meme (the first one): Puck has always been afraid of thunderstorms.
After a fight between the two, they go to sleep in separate beds.
It starts to storm.
Puck runs (or manly strides) into Kurt's room (or wherever he may be sleeping) and curls up with him.
Bonus points if he tries not to make Kurt notice by laying on the very edge of the bed, then scooting over gradually…
Word Count: 951 (my shortest yet!)
All errors are my own and feel free to point them out. Enjoy!
Puck curled tighter on the couch, torn between anger at his boyfriend and disgust at himself. Angry because Kurt had accused him of forgetting their six month anniversary, despite however many times he tried to tell Kurt that the present was sitting, perfectly wrapped and ready on his bed. He hadn’t had time to get it before the storm rolled in and he had to catch a ride with Kurt since his truck was out of commission. He was disgusted at himself for not being able to simply storm out of Kurt’s house.
How lame was it that he couldn’t face walking the two miles to his house just because of a little rain?
And thunder.
And lightning.
The distant rumble of thunder and a heavier pelting of rain against Kurt’s window caused him to curl even tighter. At least Kurt hadn’t kicked him out, he’d never told him about his fear-it wasn’t something he ever planned to admit-but Kurt must have noticed something. Instead of telling him to walk home, he simply pointed at the couch before turning his back to Puck.
Now, almost an hour later, Kurt was sound asleep with his back still toward Puck and Puck was trying to go to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, though, another clap of thunder or a flash of lightning would jolt him awake and terrified.
When he was at home, his sister would share her bed with him, and wasn’t that just fucking pathetic, but he needed to feel someone near to keep from freaking out. He never knew why he hated storms so much, but when he asked his mom about it, she had stared at him for a long moment, expression pained and sorrowful be fore telling him that it was better that he couldn’t remember. He’d stopped asking after that.
He was just about to slip into dreamland when thunder boomed so loud he could feel it through the floor and Puck jumped off the couch. He was grateful that he’d long ago learned to keep from screaming, he didn’t want to wake the whole house, especially his irate boyfriend.
He was close to losing it though and he was pretty sure Kurt didn’t want to wake up to Puck huddled whimpering in a corner. Puck would never live it down and it would probably kill any remaining cool points he had left.
He shifted from foot to foot nervously and a flash of lightning lit the dark room brightly enough for him to see Kurt’s sleeping form sprawled on his ridiculously huge bed. Puck took a step forward, pausing and clenching his fists as another flash struck, followed shortly by a groan of thunder.
He could get through the night; he just needed to be a little closer to Kurt. If he could sleep near Kurt, the other boy’s presence might be enough to calm him down. The trick was making sure Kurt didn’t wake up, he was a pretty heavy sleeper, but Puck wasn’t sure his own jumping wouldn’t wake his boyfriend.
He sat carefully on the edge of the bed and lay back, as close to the edge as he could without falling off. He clenched his eyes shut as there were several of lightning flashes one after another in rapid succession and then the accompanying thunder.
Maybe a little closer wouldn’t hurt, he thought as he scooted a few inches toward the middle of the bed.
Ten minutes later, he was less than a foot away from Kurt, hands pressed over his ears and jaw clenched tight. His eyes snapped open when arms wrapped around him.
Kurt was awake, though rumpled and sleepy looking, and he slid his arms around Puck. Kurt pulled him tight to his chest and rocked slightly, pressing light kisses all over his face and whispering comforting words.
Puck pushed in as close as he could and held Kurt just as tightly, he kicked his pride into a ditch and let Kurt comfort him.
He must have fallen asleep eventually, because he woke the next morning still tangled together with Kurt, who was awake and watching him. Puck felt the rush of embarrassment and looked away from those eyes but didn’t move otherwise, “Um, well now you know why I didn’t want to go home yesterday. I didn’t lie about the present though. It was that stupid girly jacket you were staring at when your dad cut your allowance a few weeks ago.”
Kurt ran a hand down Puck’s spine in a caress, “I’m sorry, Noah. I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you. I was so worried that you’d forget that I didn’t give you a chance to prove me wrong.”
Puck looked back at Kurt’s face, “Well, now you know, so you can just accept the fact that I’m a rockin’ boyfriend and I won’t forget the really important stuff.”
Kurt nodded before pressing his lips to Puck’s in a gentle kiss, tucking his face into the crook of Puck’s neck when he pulled away.
Puck ran his hands through Kurt’s hair, “Aren’t you going to ask?”
Kurt shook his head and spoke against his shoulder, “We all have our fears, you’ll probably see mine soon enough. You don’t need to tell me why, just know that I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
“Thanks.”
Puck looked at the clock and grinned when he realized that they had at least an hour before anyone else in the house would be up and about, “Now what about the fun we missed out on last night?”
Kurt laughed at the eyebrow wiggle and dragged Puck down for a scorching kiss.