30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Fifteen
Welcome to Day Fifteen of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
WE'RE HALFWAY THERE! (Feel free to fill in your own Bon Jovi joke here.)
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
WE'RE HALFWAY THERE! (Feel free to fill in your own Bon Jovi joke here.)
Eyebrows knitted together, Puck turned to face Kurt fully. “Uh, because they already know how to fight us?”
“We’re eleven,” Kurt said, but he sighed when Puck just continued to stare at him questioningly. “At my last school, I was learning math.” Nothing. “Never mind. I just figured maybe magic would make things simpler.”
Puck snorted and reached over to shove a little at Kurt’s shoulder. “Why would it? Muggles have it easier, right? ‘Cause they don’t know about all this stuff.”
“Well, I don’t know. Isn’t it supposed to be easy? That’s what all the stories I read used to say.”
When he was younger, Puck had been raised on two sets of stories. One was the kind Ma used to tell him when she was trying to get him to go to sleep or teachers would make him read in school, and the other was the kind he found in the book his dad left behind. They were different.
Maybe with just the first kind, magic would’ve seemed easier.
“We should do something stupid,” Kurt said, interrupting his thoughts.
Puck grinned, because that was something he was good at. “We should do something really stupid.”
It should have been obvious what kind of ‘stupid’ Kurt was picturing (because they were in the middle of a field of snow and nothing else, and they’d already ruled out snow angels, and really, there weren’t that many options left), but it took a snowball to the chest for Puck to get it, and then he was off.
He’d had plenty of practice with this, so he knew what to do, how to scoop up snow into the perfect ball with as little effort as possible to keep it firm, how to dodge and throw when the other person was down picking up more ammo. Kurt clearly had no idea what he was doing, picking up bundles of snow and throwing them in Puck’s general direction, but he was fast and there was nothing to hide behind.
Before long, it was obvious that Puck was landing more shots, but enough of Kurt’s ineffectual snowballs (that really didn’t deserve to be called that because they dissolved into powder as soon as they left his hands) had landed somewhere around Puck that he was coated in a light dusting of white. Kurt shrieked loudly when Puck dumped a load of snow straight into his hair, and Puck yelped when Kurt somehow managed to get ice down his back.
Their cloaks lay abandoned to the side, removed a few minutes ago when all the running had them sweating through their layers, but the chill of the wet snow had started seeping in toward their skin, and Puck noted without much care that this was probably about the time his mother would’ve started yelling at him to come in.
During a brief pause in the action, it was quiet enough to hear a laugh from behind him, and Puck turned to see a group of three older boys standing on the step in front of the nearest door, leaning against the wall and out of the snow. They were all in heavy cloaks, so he couldn’t see which house they were in, but he knew who they were. That was supposed to be him, he realized absently, even if he hadn’t thought about it in a while.
He stumbled a little when a chunk of snow collided with the back of his head and turned to see Kurt doing an incredibly bad job of looking innocent. He glared at Kurt, at where he stood in the middle of a flurry of footprints in the snow, flushed and disheveled and grinning madly, and all because he’d been distracting Puck from a boring day when he couldn’t fly.
And - in a moment which he would later refer to as “way too fucking much self-awareness for an eleven-year-old” - he thought, for the first time, ‘This is my best friend.’
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I... would like to continue this, but I also want to work on Puckurt-in-LA and I just signed up for the Puck Big Bang... I think the most likely scenario is that, assuming we have another drabble challenge again in January, I'll pick it up again then.
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