The Hunger Part XIV
Title:The Hunger
Author:Narya
Rating:NC 17
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel / Puckurt, some bits of Klaine.
Genre:AU, drama, suspence, romance, gore
Warning:Character Deaths, violence, explicit sex, gore, zombies, infidelity
Spoilers:Season 2
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my computer, not the glee, not the characters, not even the zombies.
Author Notes:This is a WIP, consisting of drablle-like chapters, can be found on my Lj, AO3 and Tumblr. So I'll give links to each. Also, english is not my first language so there might be some mistakes.
Summary:After a snow storm Kurt discovers that things have changed in Lima, everyone seems to have disappeared and there are dead bodies everywhere. When things start to clear out he will realize that the need to survive changes everything.
Word Count: 820
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Previous Parts Prologue & Part I / II & III / IV & V / VI & VII / VIII & IX / X & XI / XII / XIII
Part XIV
He didn’t know how long he stayed sitting under the water. He thought he had heard the door open and close but he just didn’t find the will to react to it. It seemed like his clothes had absorbed all the blood they just could and just wouldn’t wash out. Every time he moved some new piece of cloth was revealed and a new trail of red went down the drain.
He couldn’t take his eyes out of it.
Maybe that was why he was so startled when a hand lifted his chin.
Hazel eyes were looking at him with worry and with his own despair reflected there. Puck got into the bath with him and, just as he did that time at Mercedes’ house, he hugged him without saying a word.
Kurt felt his eyes start to sting and get blurry, telltale signals of the sobs that he was trying so hard to keep inside. He didn’t want to break down, he really didn’t, he felt that if he gave in to it he would just lose himself in grief and lose hope.
He couldn’t lose hope after just a day. It had only been a day. It was too soon.
The hands on his back moved strongly, anchoring him, helping him breathe deeply. Soon the same hands were helping him stand up and started removing his clothes.
“This doesn’t mean anything, ok, just like we did with Sam” Puck said, more to his own benefit than Kurt’s because the boy seemed too far in his own mind to care for it. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes and clean the blood from your skin”
“You are way worse than me, Puck” Kurt said, noticing for the first time that the trail of blood that run from his clothes was nothing compared to the way Puck’s clothes tinted the water.
“I know, but I need to take care of you before I clean up. You are scaring me a little” he said, looking at him in the eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt. It was completely ruined. There was no possible way of cleaning all that blood off it.
“It’s ok. I’m not going to break down” Kurt said, straightening his back and standing tall when he was finally naked.
“That’s what worries me the most. This shit we are going through is really fucked up, and I know I broke down enough when I was by myself, but I see you here, repressing all this stuff and that isn’t cool, man. You are scared for your dad too and you came back to Lima only to find it gone to hell. You are entitled to some angst, Kurt. You are strong, but you should be able to relax and be vulnerable too” Puck said, hugging him again.
This time the different level of intimacy was what did it.
To feel Puck’s warm hands on his skin, the rough stubble in cheeks against his neck, and the way the man was hugging him as if he was a really close friend, were enough to make the tears slide down his cheeks mixing with the water.
His sobs run through his chest like spasms and he just couldn’t care. Kurt felt his knees give up under him, but Puck kept him up, tight against his chest.
“I’m just so scared. My dad is the only real blood-family I have left; he is the only one I have left. I can’t lose him too. It was bad enough with his heart attack, now I don’t even know where he is, if he is ok, if he is alive. I don’t want to be left alone, Puck”
Puck didn’t say a word. He just held him tightly until he was finally able to breathe normally again, his hands once again anchoring him to reality.
When Kurt finally calmed down a little, even if he was still teary and really tired, the mohawked boy helped him stand up until he regained his strength. Silently Puck got a sponge and put it in Kurt’s hands while he formed foam on his hands and gently washed Kurt’s hair.
He was completely naked, his front to the wall, when Puck broke the silence that had descended between them.
“I know you want your dad back and it’s not the same but… you are not alone, ok? We make a great team, Kurt, and we are friends so… as long as you need me, I have your back. You are not alone” he said, letting one of his hands massage his shoulders gently.
“Thanks, Puck” Kurt said with a smile that the other boy felt in his voice more than he could see it. “You are not alone either, you know? We do make a great team, so… you have my back and I’ll have yours. We’ll find our families”
“Yes, we will”.
Author:Narya
Rating:NC 17
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson, Rachel Berry, Burt Hummel / Puckurt, some bits of Klaine.
Genre:AU, drama, suspence, romance, gore
Warning:Character Deaths, violence, explicit sex, gore, zombies, infidelity
Spoilers:Season 2
Disclaimer:I own nothing but my computer, not the glee, not the characters, not even the zombies.
Author Notes:This is a WIP, consisting of drablle-like chapters, can be found on my Lj, AO3 and Tumblr. So I'll give links to each. Also, english is not my first language so there might be some mistakes.
Summary:After a snow storm Kurt discovers that things have changed in Lima, everyone seems to have disappeared and there are dead bodies everywhere. When things start to clear out he will realize that the need to survive changes everything.
Word Count: 820
( The Hunger at
Narya) / Follow The Hunger Fic on Tumblr
Previous Parts Prologue & Part I / II & III / IV & V / VI & VII / VIII & IX / X & XI / XII / XIII
Part XIV
He didn’t know how long he stayed sitting under the water. He thought he had heard the door open and close but he just didn’t find the will to react to it. It seemed like his clothes had absorbed all the blood they just could and just wouldn’t wash out. Every time he moved some new piece of cloth was revealed and a new trail of red went down the drain.
He couldn’t take his eyes out of it.
Maybe that was why he was so startled when a hand lifted his chin.
Hazel eyes were looking at him with worry and with his own despair reflected there. Puck got into the bath with him and, just as he did that time at Mercedes’ house, he hugged him without saying a word.
Kurt felt his eyes start to sting and get blurry, telltale signals of the sobs that he was trying so hard to keep inside. He didn’t want to break down, he really didn’t, he felt that if he gave in to it he would just lose himself in grief and lose hope.
He couldn’t lose hope after just a day. It had only been a day. It was too soon.
The hands on his back moved strongly, anchoring him, helping him breathe deeply. Soon the same hands were helping him stand up and started removing his clothes.
“This doesn’t mean anything, ok, just like we did with Sam” Puck said, more to his own benefit than Kurt’s because the boy seemed too far in his own mind to care for it. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes and clean the blood from your skin”
“You are way worse than me, Puck” Kurt said, noticing for the first time that the trail of blood that run from his clothes was nothing compared to the way Puck’s clothes tinted the water.
“I know, but I need to take care of you before I clean up. You are scaring me a little” he said, looking at him in the eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt. It was completely ruined. There was no possible way of cleaning all that blood off it.
“It’s ok. I’m not going to break down” Kurt said, straightening his back and standing tall when he was finally naked.
“That’s what worries me the most. This shit we are going through is really fucked up, and I know I broke down enough when I was by myself, but I see you here, repressing all this stuff and that isn’t cool, man. You are scared for your dad too and you came back to Lima only to find it gone to hell. You are entitled to some angst, Kurt. You are strong, but you should be able to relax and be vulnerable too” Puck said, hugging him again.
This time the different level of intimacy was what did it.
To feel Puck’s warm hands on his skin, the rough stubble in cheeks against his neck, and the way the man was hugging him as if he was a really close friend, were enough to make the tears slide down his cheeks mixing with the water.
His sobs run through his chest like spasms and he just couldn’t care. Kurt felt his knees give up under him, but Puck kept him up, tight against his chest.
“I’m just so scared. My dad is the only real blood-family I have left; he is the only one I have left. I can’t lose him too. It was bad enough with his heart attack, now I don’t even know where he is, if he is ok, if he is alive. I don’t want to be left alone, Puck”
Puck didn’t say a word. He just held him tightly until he was finally able to breathe normally again, his hands once again anchoring him to reality.
When Kurt finally calmed down a little, even if he was still teary and really tired, the mohawked boy helped him stand up until he regained his strength. Silently Puck got a sponge and put it in Kurt’s hands while he formed foam on his hands and gently washed Kurt’s hair.
He was completely naked, his front to the wall, when Puck broke the silence that had descended between them.
“I know you want your dad back and it’s not the same but… you are not alone, ok? We make a great team, Kurt, and we are friends so… as long as you need me, I have your back. You are not alone” he said, letting one of his hands massage his shoulders gently.
“Thanks, Puck” Kurt said with a smile that the other boy felt in his voice more than he could see it. “You are not alone either, you know? We do make a great team, so… you have my back and I’ll have yours. We’ll find our families”
“Yes, we will”.