30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles: Day 17
It's day seventeen of our June 30 Days of Puckurt drabble fest!
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
ALSO: raving_liberal and I would still very much like to find one or more talented graphic designers [or really anyone who isn't us, so even if you don't think you're talented but you're interested...] who ( Read more... )
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
ALSO: raving_liberal and I would still very much like to find one or more talented graphic designers [or really anyone who isn't us, so even if you don't think you're talented but you're interested...] who ( Read more... )
Kurt grins as he opens his locker, the metal door swinging outward to reveal the organized and, he really must admit, coordinated décor of the small unit. But that isn’t what he is smiling about.
Halfway up the metal door, just below where his ‘courage’ collage still sticks, is a pink post-it note, the bright colour of it nearly glowing in the fluorescent lights of McKinley High’s hallways. On the top left corner it is labelled as ‘#17’ and in the middle, in black ink, is a sloppily written message. All it says is ‘the tilt of your nose’.
Blushing a little, Kurt lets a finger trace the words carefully. It is amazing how such a little thing can make him feel so good.
It all started almost two and a half weeks ago when he had been over at Puck’s house. They had been doing nothing more than talking and watching some TV, mundane things that wouldn’t garner a second look, when Kurt had let his secret slip.
Kurt has several secrets, but this one is different; it’s not held for anyone but himself, and it is at the root of many of his thoughts. It affects his everyday life, is something that he is ashamed of and tries to cover with clothes and concealer, a proud stance and sharp words.
The real truth about Kurt Hummel is that he really isn’t all that confident. Not about the things that he can’t help, not about his physical features or his less-preferable personality traits. The things that make him unique are also the things that he is the most self-conscious about.
The day after that conversation - short and one sided as it was - these notes started appearing in his locker. Each one is labelled with a number, one for each day (it amuses Kurt to no end that there are always three lined up on Mondays), and contains a short message informing him of something likable about himself.
Kurt has no doubts about who it is, knows it’s Puck not only because the teen is the only person who knows, but also because Kurt doesn’t know many other people who could easily go through the effort of breaking into his locker every school day without getting caught.
Giving the note one last look, Kurt grabs his books and closes his locker, walking to class with a smile on his face.
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The day Kurt opens his locker and looks at the post-it note, #42, and reads ‘your ass’, he almost squeaks in shock. He then tries to calm down and let the blush that settles on his cheeks fade away, all the while wishing he had chosen to wear pants that were just a little looser that day.
By the time glee practice comes along, however, Kurt’s mind has switched from embarrassment to another perspective.
If he bends over just a little too far to pick up his dropped sheet music while standing right in front of Puck, the other boy doesn’t call him out on it.
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By the time the numbers are reaching the seventies and eighties, Kurt is sure Puck will start running out of things to say. Write. Whatever.
But then they just keep coming, all the way through the nineties and into the hundreds, until the day that Kurt opens his locker and a post-it, the label ‘#108’ printed on the top, is waiting for him. People are milling around in the halls, the early morning rush of students who are anxious to meet up with friends before class swerving around those who are too tired to function.
As Kurt reads what is printing on the tiny pink piece of paper, the world falls away and he sinks into the warmth and contentedness that fills his chest. He never thought that he would find himself falling slowly and surely into love with a boy who used to bully him and who he barely knew before this year. But as he thinks of all of the little moments they have shared, the intimacies, he also thinks about the scrapbook he has at home filled with one hundred and seven post-it notes.
#108 will make a perfect addition.
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Adorable!
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So sweet and adorable.
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