snow is gone, 1/?ice_whisperNovember 15 2010, 01:16:14 UTC
At first, Puck assumes it's only temporary. It's not absolute, is the thing. He can still hear something - low rumblings, the blurry fragments of words he can never quite make out
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snow is gone, 3/?ice_whisperNovember 15 2010, 01:22:23 UTC
Kurt doesn't stop showing up after that. He never tells Puck anything explicitly, but he has a feeling that maybe Kurt knows how lonely his world is right now, how strange and difficult it is to come to terms with.
It's after school, and Kurt's tidying his room, shooting glares at him for every dirty year-old article of clothing he finds swept under Puck's bed and every stain left on his bedroom's crème carpet. Puck sits at the desk and waits until Kurt's done and his room smells fresh and lemon-y to hand him a pen and a small pad of Post-Its.
"What are you doing here?" Puck asks. He tries not to sound confrontational about it, just curious, because he honestly doesn't know. He honestly doesn't get what's going on at all.
Kurt looks down at him with a hard, calculating stare, then quirks his brow and sticks a note to Puck's knee saying, You won't let anyone else help you.Puck can live with that
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snow is gone, 4/?ice_whisperNovember 15 2010, 01:24:05 UTC
She tries to persuade him to go into school, but he knows it would never end well if he tried. He looks over his notes and work a little, but mostly he lingers on the sheet-music for glee, staring down at it and feeling pretty fucking useless all over again.
Try it, Kurt writes. They're in his basement; since they argued at Puck's, Kurt hasn't came back to see him, and Puck doesn't mind his company, and maybe possibly feels just a little bad, just a little ungrateful.
Puck makes a face at him, and Kurt crosses his arms, expectantly.
He sings the first few bars, hopefully as quietly as he intends. It's an odd feeling, discontentedly hollow, to sing words he can't hear, notes he doesn't know if he's hitting right, but Kurt smiles at him the whole time, regardless, and - it does make Puck feel better, in the end.
He nods enthusiastically when Puck trails off, still smiling, and something in Puck feels very suddenly bared, very suddenly soft.
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Losing his hearing has taught Puck three major things:
snow is gone, 5/?ice_whisperNovember 15 2010, 01:26:08 UTC
Highschool has taught Puck three major things:
1. He's not good with school. Puck's smart, but he refuses to study or put it to use, is the thing. It's a waste, really, but he's settled on the decision by now, so - what can you do?
2. He's not good with girls. When sex isn't included, that is. The two girls outside of Quinn he's genuinely liked are Rachel and Mercedes, but they didn't put out, so he never even bothered to make an effort.
3. He's not good with friends. Period.
Today Kurt's bribed him into homework by waving a bag of sugar-free cookies over his head while he reads over Spanish notes, and Puck has no idea how they've got here.
If you finish it all, I'll give you some, he's written on the side of the page. He's rearranging the pile of DVD's at the foot of the bed. Puck would deny that he purposely left them there after Kurt went home early the night before (You don't need anything else). He looks at the note, to Kurt, to the blank spaces for answers on the homework sheet
( ... )
snow is gone, 6/6ice_whisperNovember 15 2010, 01:30:49 UTC
His mom knows now that he's practically all better. She and his sister still have to yell everything a few times over so he can really hear it, but there's no doubt he's almost good as new, or he will be soon
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Re: snow is gone, 6/6ice_whisperNovember 15 2010, 10:05:29 UTC
I love everything about this fic. So much.
Then comes first bars of Mr Cellophane; Puck listens to his voice, sweet and melodic, his heartbeat, the music; he feels the vibrations of Kurt's voice against his cheek, every stilted, trembling breath, a warm body against his own, and a dozen other lies.
Kurt hums against his lips, and Puck feels his lashes brushing against his cheek when he closes his eyes.
Re: snow is gone, 6/6burn_to_emergeNovember 19 2010, 02:05:16 UTC
This was gorgeous. The way you describe Puck's world without one of his senses is so lovely and, well, quiet, literally, and in a mood-setting way. I love the closed-in feel of a lonely Puck, and then Puck and Kurt in their own little bubble. ♥
If this happened a year ago, Finn would undoubtedly be barging into his room freaking out and forgetting the number for an ambulance.
Re: snow is gone, 6/6bookstorequeerNovember 20 2010, 02:56:56 UTC
Awww, that was wicked! I love the slow progression. I too have had perforated ear drums and it's a scary thing, not knowing if it's going to come back. Well done!
Deaf!Puck and Kurt helping him deal and adjust. Preferably high school-set.
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Half-way done.
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It's after school, and Kurt's tidying his room, shooting glares at him for every dirty year-old article of clothing he finds swept under Puck's bed and every stain left on his bedroom's crème carpet. Puck sits at the desk and waits until Kurt's done and his room smells fresh and lemon-y to hand him a pen and a small pad of Post-Its.
"What are you doing here?" Puck asks. He tries not to sound confrontational about it, just curious, because he honestly doesn't know. He honestly doesn't get what's going on at all.
Kurt looks down at him with a hard, calculating stare, then quirks his brow and sticks a note to Puck's knee saying, You won't let anyone else help you.Puck can live with that ( ... )
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Try it, Kurt writes. They're in his basement; since they argued at Puck's, Kurt hasn't came back to see him, and Puck doesn't mind his company, and maybe possibly feels just a little bad, just a little ungrateful.
Puck makes a face at him, and Kurt crosses his arms, expectantly.
He sings the first few bars, hopefully as quietly as he intends. It's an odd feeling, discontentedly hollow, to sing words he can't hear, notes he doesn't know if he's hitting right, but Kurt smiles at him the whole time, regardless, and - it does make Puck feel better, in the end.
He nods enthusiastically when Puck trails off, still smiling, and something in Puck feels very suddenly bared, very suddenly soft.
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Losing his hearing has taught Puck three major things:
1. Watching silent reruns of The ( ... )
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1. He's not good with school. Puck's smart, but he refuses to study or put it to use, is the thing. It's a waste, really, but he's settled on the decision by now, so - what can you do?
2. He's not good with girls. When sex isn't included, that is. The two girls outside of Quinn he's genuinely liked are Rachel and Mercedes, but they didn't put out, so he never even bothered to make an effort.
3. He's not good with friends. Period.
Today Kurt's bribed him into homework by waving a bag of sugar-free cookies over his head while he reads over Spanish notes, and Puck has no idea how they've got here.
If you finish it all, I'll give you some, he's written on the side of the page. He's rearranging the pile of DVD's at the foot of the bed. Puck would deny that he purposely left them there after Kurt went home early the night before (You don't need anything else). He looks at the note, to Kurt, to the blank spaces for answers on the homework sheet ( ... )
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I loved this! So cute!! Thanks so much for filling!!
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Then comes first bars of Mr Cellophane; Puck listens to his voice, sweet and melodic, his heartbeat, the music; he feels the vibrations of Kurt's voice against his cheek, every stilted, trembling breath, a warm body against his own, and a dozen other lies.
Kurt hums against his lips, and Puck feels his lashes brushing against his cheek when he closes his eyes.
And these lines... ♥_♥
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I like the slow progression of their friendship, and that at the end they're still snarking at each other around the sweetness. ♥
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If this happened a year ago, Finn would undoubtedly be barging into his room freaking out and forgetting the number for an ambulance.
Surprise LOL! Oh, Finnocence.
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