It's over. I hope the rest of you have had fun; I know I have and I can't believe how sad I am to see this month end!
raving_liberal or I will post a "make up" post for those who need to catch up on drabbling, sometime over this holiday weekend. We'll also be making a post about the great graphics that have been made so you can all snag some! Finally, we hope
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Two strong hands hold him gently around the upper arms and pull him into a standing position, and Kurt stumbles a little as they move as one through the bedroom and hallway into the kitchen. It is a relief to be sat in one of the wooden chairs there.
“There’s a new bag of peas in the freezer - they’ll work good.”
Puck nods at Kurt’s suggestion and reaches into the freezer, pulls out the green bag, and wraps the plastic in a hand towel. “Here.” He hands the cold pack to Kurt with his right hand.
It isn’t until this moment, as Puck hands Kurt the bag of peas, that Kurt realizes what happened. Puck’s knuckles are bright red and swelling fast, his hand’s movements tight with pain. “You punched me,” he says without thinking.
Puck’s face goes rigid and his eyes crinkle at the words. He doesn’t seem to be able to respond - there is something agonizing behind his eyes and he is avoiding touching the skin of his knuckles like it is dangerous. The mental pain that Kurt can see in Puck doubles his own physical pain at least once over.
Hissing as he brings the towel-wrapped peas to his face, Kurt moves to stand; he is relieved when the room stays stable in his vision. Puck is standing still, unsure, and as Kurt comes close to him he shies away slightly, leaving Kurt to feel deeply, profoundly, sad for the man. “It’s okay,” he says. “We’ll be okay.”
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I love that we got to see what happened. But, awww. Poor Puck and Kurt.
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