Puck/Kurt prompt fic: Red Shoes

Dec 08, 2010 04:11



Title: Red Shoes
Author: grimcognito
Rating: PG-13 (just for language)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Burt, Puck/Kurt
Genre: FLUFF!
Warning: FLUFF!
Spoilers: Not really. Let's say season one just in case.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters from the show. I own nothing but the arrangement of words on this page.
Author Notes: Another prompt fill!
Summary: Anonymous prompt from the fic meme: Ever see the Christmas Shoes? Well it's about a little boy whoes mother is dying of a heart condition. He desperately wants to buy her a new pair of beautiful red dancing shoes before she dies but his family is poor.

I would love to see this with Puck and instead of Christmas Shoes... Hanukkah shoes and Burt is the one who sees him crying in the mall decides to buy them for Noah. Little does he know the boy will grow up one day to be a kind, giving boy who eventually marries his son, Kurt.
Word Count:1532


Burt wandered aimlessly through the mall, there was no real reason for him to be there, all of his presents had been bought, wrapped and hidden long before the winter months had arrived.

Before Elizabeth had gone to the hospital.

Now he just needed to be somewhere, surrounded by people who didn’t carry the weight of loss and grief with every step. He needed just a few moments when he was surrounded by laughter and carefree chatter before he returned to the beeping machines, whispered words of false comfort and the occasional sobbing. Kurt had chosen to stay behind, holding his mother’s thin hand as she slept.

He was passing by one of the many shoe stores when one of the clerks burst from the door, dragging a screaming child out with her. She set him firmly outside of the entryway and whispered something Burt couldn’t hear. The boy pulled his arm away roughly when she let go and he watched angrily as she stormed back into the shop.

Deciding it was none of his business if some kid was causing trouble when his parents weren’t looking, Burt meant to keep walking. At least, until he heard the quiet sobs.

He looked back, seeing the kids hunched shoulders shaking as he started to cry harder. Burt felt his heart clench at the sight; the kid looked around the same age as his own little boy.

He searched the crowd for anyone who might be the kid’s parents. Where were they? Who let there six or seven year old wander around all alone?

Sighing, he walked back to the kid and knelt down a few feet away, “Hey, are you lost? Where’s your parents?”

The kid’s head snapped up at his voice, tear-streaked face suddenly suspicious, “I wasn’t going to steal anything. That lady was lying!”

“Whoa, now. I believe you. But why were you in there all by yourself? Do you need some help finding your mom or dad?”

The suspicious look had increased, “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers. You might take me away and do dirty things.”

Burt gaped, though at least the kid’s parents had instilled some caution into the boy, “I promise I’m not one of those strangers, and I’ll stay way over here to prove it. Now, why are you crying?”

After a long look, (well, long for a kid’s attention span anyway,) the boy pointed at the shoe store, “That mean lady won’t let me pick up the shoes! I just wanted to look at the size. She said I was stealin’ stuff! I wasn’t!”

Burt raised his hands in a placating manner, looking up at the shoes the boy had pointed at; a nice-looking pair of red pumps. “I think those are a little too big for you.” He knew, Kurt had wanted a pair that looked similar but with much more ‘sensible heels.’

The boy glared at him in frustration, “It’s not for me, that’s weird! For my mom. I was even gonna pay!”

The kid dug into his pocket and held out a tiny hand, revealing a whopping sixty five cents in change. Burt smiled sadly, “I’m not sure that’s enough, son.”

The kid looked down at the money, lip trembling, “But it has to be. I found all the coins from under the soda machines! I promised mom I’d get her the shoes she liked before-” he hiccupped a sob, “before her heart stops working! She needs them and it’s the last day of Hanukkah!”

Burt felt tears welling up in his own eyes. The boy was so young, too young to lose a mother, just like Kurt was too young. He patted the crying boy on the back, “You wait right here, young man. I’ll see what I can do about those shoes.”

The kid looked up at him with huge eyes, “Really?”

Burt smiled, “Yeah, really. Everyone deserves a happy Hanukkah, right?”

The boy nodded, grinning as more tears slid down his cheeks and Burt walked into the store. He marched right up the clerk he’d seen earlier and bough the shoes right off the display.

It wasn’t until he’d paid that he realized that he hadn’t asked the kid what size his mother wore and stepped out to find that the boy was long gone.

He search all over half the mall, even asking a few security guards if they’d seen him. None had, and they asked if he wanted to call for the kid over the speakers, but Burt didn’t know his name, so he politely declined and kept looking.

Finally, when it was starting to get late, Burt gave up his search and headed back to the hospital, Elizabeth and Kurt were probably to be getting worried. He couldn’t return the shoes, there had been an all-sales-final notice on everything in the store, but they were Elizabeth’s size anyway, he would just give them to her when he arrived.

Maybe it would cheer her up a little. Or Kurt could play dress-up like he used to; that would make her smile for sure.

He was headed up the hallway to his wife’s room when he saw a small figure dart around a corner and disappear from sight. It had looked awfully familiar and Burt hurried after. He slowed down and walked through the hall, knowing it had to be his imagination playing tricks, there was no way-he paused as he looked into one of the doorways.

There was the boy he’d run into earlier. He was rubbing at his eyes, still crying as he tried to speak through the sobs to a frail-looking woman in the bed, “-sorry! I wanted to get you something pretty, but, but…”

He didn’t finish as he collapsed into tears. Burt stepped slightly into the room and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Both the boy and the woman looked up, surprised. The boy’s mouth dropped open, “You-!”

Burt cut him off before he could ruin Burt’s plan, “Sorry to intrude, but your son left this in the lobby, and I figured it was for someone important.”

He walked over to the bed and set down the shoe box. The woman looked up at him, tired eyes lighting up as she smiled, “Thank you so much. He was so upset, he must have thought he lost this.”

She looked at her son, “Can I open it?”

The boy looked at Burt who winked back and slowly nodded, as if he couldn’t quite handle everything that was happening. The woman opened the box as Burt turned to leave, and he heard her gasp of surprise as he walked back the way he came, catching a few words before her was out of earshot. “Oh, they’re lovely! How did you get these?”

“A nice person helped. He must have been an angel! Right, Ma?”

Burt smiled to himself as he kept walking, warm with the knowledge that he’d helped someone create a happy memory. Even if it didn’t help his own grief, it was enough to keep him going.

More than ten years later, Burt answered the door, anxious to meet the boy his son was dating. Some supposedly-former punk who had a mokawk and used to throw his kid in dumpsters.

Kurt was adamant that this ‘Puck’ had changed, and because he’d hadn’t seen Kurt so happy in far too long, he would give this Puck kid a chance. Kurt had invited him over for a holiday dinner, and Burt figured it couldn’t hurt (too much.)

He opened the door and looked at the nervous teenager on his porch. He opened his mouth to give some dry greeting when Puck looked up and froze.

Burt stood, confused as Puck stared at him wide-eyed with a whispered, “Holy shit.”

He was about to berate him for the language when Puck grinned, eyes going teary.

Burt was so far beyond belief at this point, what did one do when their son’s potential boyfriend started smiling and crying on their front porch? “Uh…”

Nope, he had nothin’.

“It’s you!”

“What?”

“It’s you! You’re the fuckin’ Hanukkah angel!”

What? Burt didn’t even know what to begin to think about that. “First, watch your language. Second, what the hell are you talking about?”

Puck’s face fell, grin fading, “You don’t remember?”

“Remember what?!”

“The shoes. The red shoes? You bought them for my mom when she was in the hospital.”

Burt gripped the doorframe as the memory came to him. He took a closer look at Puck, noting the same eyes, though in a much older face. “Holy shit.”

Puck grinned again, “I know, right?”

Kurt came up behind Burt, probably wondering what was taking so long, “Dad? Are you going to let him in, or are you just going to stand there and catch a cold?”

Burt stepped back to let Puck in and closed the door. Puck gave Kurt a hug and quick kiss, “Dude, you never told me your dad was magic!”

Kurt looked bewildered and glanced at Burt over Puck’s shoulder. Burt realized that he never did tell Kurt about the shoe incident.

He grinned, Kurt wasn’t going to believe this.

glee, oneshot, slash, fanfic, puck/kurt, prompt

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