30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 15
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Today is day fifteen of the 30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June!
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Today is day fifteen of the 30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June!
Here are the posting rules for the drabbles; please remember to include a rating in your subject line if your fic is anything higher than PG!
As patchfire mentioned, we're looking for one or more talented graphic designers who would be willing to design one or ( Read more... )
“What the hell Hummel?”
“GaH! Puck! What are you doing in my room?” Kurt scrambled for a shirt to put on, but managed to trip over his feet and land face first on the floor. It gave Puck a decent view of his back, which was indeed a shimmery sort of green colour.
“Seriously Hummel, your back is green. Why?”
Kurt glared at him while he picked himself up. “None of your business.”
“C’mon Kurt, I’m not going to tell anyone. Wait, does Finn know?”
“No, Finn does not know, and you won’t tell him either if you value your life.”
Puck snorted. “Seriously? What are you going to do to me? How about this deal. You tell me why you’re green, and I don’t tell Finn.”
“You can’t just leave it alone?” Kurt asked quietly, and if Puck was a good guy, that tone of voice would have made him drop the whole thing. Thankfully though, Puck wanted to get to the bottom of things.
“Nope. You’re green, that’s weird, I want to know if it’s contagious or something.”
Kurt sighed, a slight sound of giving up, and he picked himself back up and sat down on his bed. “Fine. I’m an alien. I’ve been sent to earth to evaluate whether it’s worth helping. Because you people do need help before you destroy yourselves. I’m just here to see whether it’s worth the effort. So far, I don’t think I’d be too chocked up if this town didn’t manage to survive even the year.”
Puck stared at him. Then he moved a bit closer and stared some more. After a minute or two of silence, he broke into laughter. “Jeeze Hummel, you had me going for a bit. You’ve always been so strange I can almost believe you.” Puck collapsed back on the bed and took a better look at the paint on Kurt’s back. Which sort of looked like it was moving. That wasn’t right. He looked closer, and suddenly he realized the paint wasn’t moving. It was Kurt’s heart that was moving. And he could see it through Kurt’s skin. That wasn’t normal.
“Holy shit you were serious,” and that’s bad. Because Kurt is the one person in the entire school that’s treated worse than everyone else. If he is the one person who’s passing judgement on whether they live or die, then they all had to be screwed. “We’re all screwed aren’t we?”
Kurt took a second to think, which gave Puck some hope, before he answered. “Well, if I could pick and choose who died then yes, a good bunch of the school would be in danger. Did you know that seeing people stand around me while I’m being shoved into lockers or the dumpsters hurts just as much as people actually doing the throwing. They all just stand around like it’s a show. Watch the gay kid get bullied, every morning at 9:15!
“But I can’t do that. I have to say whether this place is worth saving as a whole, and I do like the people in glee. Hell, even you were accepting once you joined.”
“Hey, I’ve never had a problem with you being gay.”
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“Let me guess, you only bullied me because you wanted to fit in, so that people would accept you.” Puck looked down at the floor, and Kurt took that for a yes. “That’s worse. If you really believed in your heart that I was wrong for being gay, then you would at least be acting out of a conviction, which I can respect. You, however, you simply followed the crowd, even if that crowd was tormenting one person day in, day out. Really Puck, if I hadn’t already lived through approximately twelve of your life times, I would have tried to escape long ago. Drugs, death, whatever would work better. I come home from school each day with a different bruise. Some days I have lots more than just one. A year ago I sliced my arm open on a broken bottle in the dumpster. you jocks had all left and the bell had already rung, so I had to pull myself out with only one hand. My teacher didn’t even notice I was bleeding.
“Now tell me, why should I save a planet where this sort of thing is entirely normal, and other people have to go through the exact same things that I went through?”
It was a lot for Puck to process at once, but he did get the gist of it. Which was that every one was screwed. “I don’t suppose there’s anything I could do, is there?”
“Well, you stopped actually tormenting me when you got to know me, so I guess you’re a decent guy deep down, but there’s still the rest of the school.”
“What if I kissed you?” Because really, kissing a guy wouldn’t be that different from kissing a girl. Lips are lips after all.
“Puck, I can assure you that we have kissing where I come from.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have me.” Puck could see Kurt thinking it over. His stomach was clenching in anticipation. He really didn’t want to die in school in a freak meteor accident or whatever Kurt had up his sleeve.
“Alright,” Kurt finally replied, and he turned towards Puck, and his shirt was still off, but really, they were only going to be kissing so that wouldn’t be a problem. Puck leaned towards Kurt, who didn’t move, instead content to watch Puck draw closer and closer until their lips were just brushing. Puck didn’t move, and Kurt stayed motionless, and really, Kurt’s lips did feel exactly like a girls, so Puck decided to throw caution-and quite possibly decency-to the wind.
He grabbed the back of Kurt’s head and mashed their lips together. His tongue ended up pressed against Kurt’s, and he slowly coaxed Kurt to kiss him back by running his tongue along Kurt’s teeth, then his upper lip. When Kurt finally got the hint around the time that Puck was sucking on his lower lip, he gave just as good as he got. He grabbed Puck’s shirt to draw him closer, and though this resulted in them both over balancing, they ended up side by side on the bed, which was a much nicer position to kiss from.
Puck started running his fingers up Kurt’s back, and the strange skin felt softer than any skin Puck had ever felt before. The skin on his chest felt just the same, and when Puck broke away from Kurt’s (incredibly delicious) lips to trail down his neck, he found that his front was see through too, even if it wasn’t green.
Somehow this discovery ended with his shirt off and him pressed completely into Kurt, their lips locked once again as Kurt lured Puck’s tongue into his mouth so he could suck on it.
Just after Puck’s belt was removed-or maybe a lot after, he couldn’t really tell what was going on anymore-Kurt stopped his assault with a finger on his lips.
“I’m actually not an alien Puck.” This distracted Puck from sucking on Kurt’s finger enough to fall still.
“Dude, I can see through your skin. You can’t be human.”
“Your right,” Kurt said, as he started working on Puck’s fly. “I’m a merrow.”
“Like, a mermaid?” Kurt nodded. “Wait… What?”
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That was wonderful!
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