I gotta get ready for school, but here's one fill (Skype). :D Enjoy, babe! ♥
Lost In Translation With senior year and high school graduation a faint memory trailing behind them, with Kurt all the way in NY and Puck stuck knee-deep in Loserville, Ohio, they were trying this long-distance relationship shit on for size.
It had been almost two months since Kurt had stopped back home for a visit with everyone. Almost two months since the last time Puck got to pound into Kurt, the last time he'd held Kurt against his chest with the desperate feeling of "I'll never let go, Jack!". It had been two months since they'd said a reluctant farewell, but Puck had cried more than once since when he waved goodbye to Kurt's plane as it shot up into the blue skies. (He'd cried enough to put his mother to shame, and that was saying something.)
At least they had Skype. It wasn't the best, and more often than not half of what they said--jokes and funny anecdotes and sentimental shit--was lost in translation. Still, it was better than nothing; it would do for now.
"Hey hun," Puck said with a dopey grin. He was met with the pixel-ridden image of his boyfriend, and even though he knew it was Kurt who responded with an equally goofy "Hi baby," Puck felt like he was talking to his TV.
"How's it going in the Big City?" he asked, trying to shake the feeling of wrongness off of him.
"Cold. Very cold," Kurt complained. "The only upside to all of this icky, slushy mess is that I can finally wear that nice D&G coat."
"It's just been rainin' here," Puck murmured, wrapping his hoodie tighter around himself. "One straight week of nothin' but downpours. It's gross."
"Aww, poor baby." Kurt cooed, a smile playing at his lips. "I bet you could use a little warming up."
"That's putting it mildly," Puck said with a halfhearted grin. "So, any hot guys I should know about, huh?" He asked, only partially joking. "Lima Loser got any competition from the City?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't call yourself that, and no, there aren't. You know there's only you."
Puck did... sometimes. It felt good to hear Kurt say that, though.
He heard some thunder rumbling, only it sounded like it'd come from two places at once. He frowned at the screen. "Is it raining in New York now?"
"I don't know," Kurt said lightly, and it was then that Puck noticed Kurt had been walking while he chatted on his iPhone. "But I think Lima's about to get another storm."
Puck opened and closed his mouth like a mindless fish, gaping at his laptop screen as Kurt went on, "You wanna let me in before I drown, hun?"
He nearly cracked his skull hopping out of his bed, and Kurt's laughter followed him to his apartment door. He yanked the doorknob open to his boyfriend, who was grinning like the cat who got the canary.
"Kurt?"
The other man's smile softened into something gentler and more intimate as he stepped into the foyer, carefully pushing the door closed behind him. The rain started up again, pattering hard against the door as Kurt slipped his sodden shoes off on the welcome mat (the one Kurt bought for him from Target when Puck first moved in).
"Kurt..."
Kurt had his face upturned, lips puckered as he expected a kiss. It would come--they would come (preferably more than once tonight)--but for now, all Puck wanted was wrap his arms around the familiar, designer cologne-scented man he'd missed for two months too long.
Kurt silently squeezed him back, and for the first time in ages, Puck felt like they were on the same page.
Lost In Translation
With senior year and high school graduation a faint memory trailing behind them, with Kurt all the way in NY and Puck stuck knee-deep in Loserville, Ohio, they were trying this long-distance relationship shit on for size.
It had been almost two months since Kurt had stopped back home for a visit with everyone. Almost two months since the last time Puck got to pound into Kurt, the last time he'd held Kurt against his chest with the desperate feeling of "I'll never let go, Jack!".
It had been two months since they'd said a reluctant farewell, but Puck had cried more than once since when he waved goodbye to Kurt's plane as it shot up into the blue skies. (He'd cried enough to put his mother to shame, and that was saying something.)
At least they had Skype. It wasn't the best, and more often than not half of what they said--jokes and funny anecdotes and sentimental shit--was lost in translation. Still, it was better than nothing; it would do for now.
"Hey hun," Puck said with a dopey grin. He was met with the pixel-ridden image of his boyfriend, and even though he knew it was Kurt who responded with an equally goofy "Hi baby," Puck felt like he was talking to his TV.
"How's it going in the Big City?" he asked, trying to shake the feeling of wrongness off of him.
"Cold. Very cold," Kurt complained. "The only upside to all of this icky, slushy mess is that I can finally wear that nice D&G coat."
"It's just been rainin' here," Puck murmured, wrapping his hoodie tighter around himself. "One straight week of nothin' but downpours. It's gross."
"Aww, poor baby." Kurt cooed, a smile playing at his lips. "I bet you could use a little warming up."
"That's putting it mildly," Puck said with a halfhearted grin. "So, any hot guys I should know about, huh?" He asked, only partially joking. "Lima Loser got any competition from the City?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't call yourself that, and no, there aren't. You know there's only you."
Puck did... sometimes. It felt good to hear Kurt say that, though.
He heard some thunder rumbling, only it sounded like it'd come from two places at once. He frowned at the screen. "Is it raining in New York now?"
"I don't know," Kurt said lightly, and it was then that Puck noticed Kurt had been walking while he chatted on his iPhone. "But I think Lima's about to get another storm."
Puck opened and closed his mouth like a mindless fish, gaping at his laptop screen as Kurt went on, "You wanna let me in before I drown, hun?"
He nearly cracked his skull hopping out of his bed, and Kurt's laughter followed him to his apartment door. He yanked the doorknob open to his boyfriend, who was grinning like the cat who got the canary.
"Kurt?"
The other man's smile softened into something gentler and more intimate as he stepped into the foyer, carefully pushing the door closed behind him. The rain started up again, pattering hard against the door as Kurt slipped his sodden shoes off on the welcome mat (the one Kurt bought for him from Target when Puck first moved in).
"Kurt..."
Kurt had his face upturned, lips puckered as he expected a kiss. It would come--they would come (preferably more than once tonight)--but for now, all Puck wanted was wrap his arms around the familiar, designer cologne-scented man he'd missed for two months too long.
Kurt silently squeezed him back, and for the first time in ages, Puck felt like they were on the same page.
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