30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Three
Welcome to Day Three of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
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"Let's go get some beer," Puck decides, clapping his hand down on Kurt's shoulder. "Plus, I need a ride anyway. Mine ditched me." He shrugs.
"Oh? Sam?"
Puck snorts. "Yeah. Thought it made sense. Save my gas for work. Didn't know they'd disappear so fast."
"In more ways than one," Kurt murmurs. "I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
"We'll get some Advil and bottles of water, too," Puck says with a grin. "My place or yours?"
"Yours." Kurt answers immediately. "But I promise to help clean any mess up in the morning."
"Oh?"
Kurt sighs and looks sheepish. "I'm a puker."
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"So what are you doing back in town?" Puck asked. "Did I miss Christmas again?"
"No." Kurt waved at the bartender for another drink. "I'm here for something else."
Puck grinned. "Oh, yeah. What's that?"
Kurt leaned in close, his mouth against Puck's ear, and whispered, "I can't tell you here."
Puck drew back and looked at him curiously. Kurt glanced around the bar, then jerked his head towards the door. He made sure to down the rest of his glass before they left. His head was buzzing enough to make the world tilt off-center.
Outside, Puck turned to face him. "Okay. Nobody's here, so what's up?"
"I'm here for Blaine."
"Isn't his wife having a baby?"
"Had. Had a baby. It's a girl." Kurt stepped off the steps carefully. He'd called a cab earlier to take him back across the street and it was pulling up to the bar now. "But that's not important. Blaine and me, we're forever ( ... )
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"Kurt!--"
"--Shit--"
"--Is he dead?"
"--Dude, what the hell?" Finn slurs, dropping heavily to his knees beside his step-brother's limp body, quickly joined by an equally uncoordinated Rachel and Mercedes.
"He stuck his face in front of my game!" Puck protests; but he joins everyone else at Kurt's side, scrabbling around for a handful of ice-chips to use as a cold compress, but Rachel knocks them out of his hand and they end up skittering down the front of Kurt's shirt instead.
"Owowowowow..." Kurt whimpers; so at least he's conscious-- but he has to throw out a hand to keep himself from falling over, and Finn and Rachel share a worried glance.
Puck ignores them, shouldering Finn out the way to get a better look into Kurt's weirdly lax face.
"Dude, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, but you stuck your face in front of the batter. Totally dumb move."
Everyone glowers at him again; but Kurt's eyelids are fluttering and it ( ... )
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"I don't know, Mercedes," Kurt sighs into his phone, nodding as Puck joins him in the Hummel Tire and Lube office. "My two greatest loves, theater and fashion, are in New York. ... I know I said that, but LA? I don't know."
Puck tries to get Kurt's attention - he has to know what the difference was between two parts with the same serial number, except one of them has an extra "B" at the end - but Kurt isnt't meeting his eyes while he's still talking to Mercedes. At least LA is a topic he doesn't mind overhearing. That's the whole reason he'd taken this job when Finn left for Gerogia and the Army, to make money for LA. It turned out that even if he is good at doing books, it helps to know that shit out in LA costs twice as much as it does here in Lima. Seven hundred bucks and a rusty truck weren't gonna cut it. But Puck had graduated high school. He could do anything, even save up enough money to actually make it in LA without having to limp back to Lima after the six weeks his money would have lasted ( ... )
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ANYWAY. I'm really loving this little series. Are you going to keep it going for a while?
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It's pouring.
Like, it couldn't get any heavier, even if it was raining cats and fucking dogs. Puck cannot figure out why the hell anyone would be out in this shit, but there it is, proof that Hummel is five fries sort of a damn happy meal.
It's the middle of summer, the rain is warm and constant and it's been bouncing off the ground for the last hour and a half. Puck's not sure but it's entirely possible that the little patch of grass in front of their apartment building might actually turn into a swamp at this rate. He's mostly worried that Sarah will want to take a 'hippopotamus bath' after that.
Why Hummel is standing out in the middle of Puck's street, he can't figure. Puck's been to the new Hummel-Hudson merger house twice; it's the opposite side of town, in more than one way. Hummel lives in the financial area, where the business owners, lawyers, doctors and accountants all live. Puck lives a stone throw away from Lima Heights, he's just shy of being in Lima Height Adjacent, which is just a little more 'up scale' ( ... )
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Sarah was at her friends down the street, ma was at work, so it wasn't like there would be questions as to just what Kurt was doing in the street anyway. The little male diva didn't say anything as Puck tugged him by the hand, into the bathroom for towels to get them dried and then along the hall into Puck's box room ( ... )
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