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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"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 doesn't look like he can hear him at all.
"Kurt?" Puck tries again. "Dude, are you dying?"
It seems useful to ask. But then it sorta seems to send everyone else into a panic.
"Oh god, pink Pinnochio is dying!" Santana yells to the room at large, bouncing up and down on the sofa. "Somebody slap him in the face."
"Don't slap him, he needs CPR." Quinn scowls, and takes another langrous gulp of margarita.
"I don't know CPR!" Rachel wails.
"Chillax!" Puck snaps, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. "I'm in the pool-cleaning business, chicks pay me to do CPR all the time."
"Thought they paid you to clean pools." Tina snarks, then bursts into peels of giggles 'cos somehow that's totally hilarious.
Puck scowls at them. Sure, he's running on guilt right now, but is he the only one getting the seriousness of this situation? Kurt's dying.
Knowing this is his moment to save the day, Puck throws a leg over Kurt's body and gets right up in his face: the other boy's eyes still aren't focusing-- he needs the Puckerone's magical mouth-moves, pronto.
Puck nods strongly to himself; then he presses in, covering Kurt's slightly slack mouth with his own.
Almost immediately, Puck hears the breath catching in the other boy's chest.
God, his lips are awesome.
Puck keeps going for good measure, and after fifteen seconds or so of selfless tongue-fucking Kurt looks way more alert. His hands scrabble at Puck's chest, pushing him back off him just a little bit. He's breathing real heavy and Puck guesses that's a good sign. Breathing means he's got air in his lungs, right?
For a really long minute, they just stare at each other, Kurt's fingers flexing nervously in the collar of Puck's shirt.
"...Am I unconscious?" He whispers, looking kinda terrified.
Puck pulls back to get a better look at him. His eyes are still kind of glazey. And that bruise...
Puck prods gingerly at the purplish lump coming up Kurt's forehead. The other boy winces and scowls back at him.
"Maybe." Puck answers, 'cos he really doesn't know how responsive someone would be with a concussion. He's seen guys on the field go down for hours, while some just power through it and throw up alot.
Kurt presses his lips together, eyes drifting away, and Puck kind of worries he's going to pass out again before the other's boy's gaze snaps back to his:
"...Were you giving me mouth-to-mouth?"
He sounds like he's just realised.
Puck shrugs in a totally badass, saving-lives-is-what-I-do kinda way: "Was it helping?"
Kurt frowns again, like he's thinking about it. The colour's definately coming back into his cheeks. Then Kurt's nodding to himself, and tugging Puck back closer.
"I think I'm gonna need some more of that." He murmurs "Y'know, in case I pass out again."
Puck raises an eyebrow.
Sounds legit. Anyways, Puck's totally in his comfort zone now.
He's pretty sure the next move in CPR is removing constrictive items of clothing.
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