a/n: So sorry! I forgot the warnings. Warnings: Mental illness and character death
13. A Tale of Two Sisters-
A sharp cry and a distant banging sound, quickly cut off, woke Kurt up in the middle of the night. He sat up in bed and listened but heard nothing else, just the noises the house made as it settled. Still sweating from a forgotten nightmare, Kurt got out of bed and went downstairs for a glass of water. He had plenty of bottles lined up inside the refrigerator door.
There was a smell, though, one he couldn't quite identify. Sniffing, Kurt set the bottle down and rummaged through the fridge until he came upon a package wrapped in white paper. Blood from its meaty contents dripped on Kurt's hand. He grimaced, tossed it back on the shelf, and shut the door. No way was he cleaning that mess up.
On the way back through the living room, Kurt paused to adjust the blanket around Burt's neck, making sure he would be warm enough for the night. Burt might be more Finn's dad than his now but Kurt couldn't help but fuss. It was an old habit driven by old affections.
"What are you doing?"
Kurt straightened up and stared at Carole. "I'm just tucking him in."
"You're going to wake him up."
Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped around her. "I'm not."
They both paused when Burt shifted. When he didn't wake, though, Carole turned to glare at Kurt. "Go on. He needs to sleep."
"You shouldn't have touched my stuff," Kurt said as a last retort.
When he slid back into bed, he found Puck waiting for him.
"I came in through the window," Puck whispered when Kurt asked how he got there. "You want me to leave?"
"No." Kurt clenched the front of Puck shirt and drew him closer. "Please stay with me."
Puck kissed the top of his head. "Don't worry, babe. I'm not going anywhere."
Warnings: Mental illness and character death
13. A Tale of Two Sisters-
A sharp cry and a distant banging sound, quickly cut off, woke Kurt up in the middle of the night. He sat up in bed and listened but heard nothing else, just the noises the house made as it settled. Still sweating from a forgotten nightmare, Kurt got out of bed and went downstairs for a glass of water. He had plenty of bottles lined up inside the refrigerator door.
There was a smell, though, one he couldn't quite identify. Sniffing, Kurt set the bottle down and rummaged through the fridge until he came upon a package wrapped in white paper. Blood from its meaty contents dripped on Kurt's hand. He grimaced, tossed it back on the shelf, and shut the door. No way was he cleaning that mess up.
On the way back through the living room, Kurt paused to adjust the blanket around Burt's neck, making sure he would be warm enough for the night. Burt might be more Finn's dad than his now but Kurt couldn't help but fuss. It was an old habit driven by old affections.
"What are you doing?"
Kurt straightened up and stared at Carole. "I'm just tucking him in."
"You're going to wake him up."
Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped around her. "I'm not."
They both paused when Burt shifted. When he didn't wake, though, Carole turned to glare at Kurt. "Go on. He needs to sleep."
"You shouldn't have touched my stuff," Kurt said as a last retort.
When he slid back into bed, he found Puck waiting for him.
"I came in through the window," Puck whispered when Kurt asked how he got there. "You want me to leave?"
"No." Kurt clenched the front of Puck shirt and drew him closer. "Please stay with me."
Puck kissed the top of his head. "Don't worry, babe. I'm not going anywhere."
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