Round One - Prompt: Frost
Prompt: Frost
Entry One: Frost
Warning: swearing and homophobic language
Noah’s skin was warm to the touch, and it made Kurt wonder if he would’ve ever felt that warm embrace if it wasn’t for their current situation.
“Probably not.” He thought as he came to the conclusion in his mind. They didn’t even like each other much, but the fact was no power equates to no heat and no heat during a Lima winter was something that no one should have to experience.
It had been Noah’s idea to stay close to each other for warmth, but Kurt had no idea that “staying close” would also entail being Noah’s pillow of sorts. His head was on top of the other smaller boy’s chest and Kurt could hear the gentle rhythms of his breathing, it was soft and gentle with a snore every now and again.
Kurt saw Noah shiver and instinctively put an arm around the Jewish boy, and he laughed internally when Noah snuggled even closer to him.
It wasn’t long when Noah realized that his head was laying on the firm chest of a man and not the supple breasts of a woman, thus causing him to wake up.
“Oh shi-fuck, sorry for getting all gay like that Hummel. I mean not that there’s nothing wrong with being gay, and shit. ‘Cause you’re totally cool for a gay- I mean guy. I mean… fuck.” Noah said rapidly, his eyes rushing from place to place remembering where he was.
Noah’s face was a deep shade of red, and Kurt let out a small chuckle before leaning into Noah’s ear. “Don’t worry Puckerman, your secret that you snuggled with the school homo is safe with me.” he said with a wink.
“Uh, thanks Hummel. But it’s not like if anyone said anything it would matter, because Puckzilla can kick anybody’s ass. So uh, what do we do now?” Noah said his face still red, and his eyes focusing on Kurt’s.
Kurt smiled before replying and standing up. “We can put some more logs on the fire, and then just wait for Finn and my dad to come home.”
With that the countertenor strode to the fireplace and added two logs to the fire stroking it gently with the poker. He then sat in front of it patting the spot next to him waiting for Noah to join him.
Puck sat down with a sigh before leaning his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “Humm-Kurt, I just gotta say that maybe I don’t, you know hate you at all.”
Kurt looked down at him with a small smile. “The feelings mutual Puckerman.” He said with mock disgust.
The boys fell asleep embraced with each other in front of the fireplace, and when they woke up the fire was dead and frost covered the windows but they were still warm from each other.
Entry Two: Precursor to Spring
Kurt found himself staring out at the snow that drifted lazily
through the nighttime sky, adding to the impressive layer that already
blanketed Lima. A chilly breeze whisked the fluffy bits through the
air and into Kurt's face, white crystals sticking to his eyelashes and
melting on his flushed cheeks. Christmas was a week away, and with the
end of term exams finished and three weeks of winter break beginning,
all of the members of glee club decided the best way to celebrate was
a party. The only problem with the celebratory plans was that Kurt
wasn't in a celebratory mood; instead of having fun inside with his
fellow glee-mates, he found himself on the front porch of Rachel's
house, alone and half-frozen.
Kurt's eyes surveyed the world around him; frost covered
everything. The trees looked dead, their autumn leaves gone and buried
under the snow. Icicles hung from branches and the gutters, and Kurt
couldn't help the childish urge to knock one off and watch it burst
into pieces, the tiniest of which looked like glitter as the ice
exploded.
”Hey, you'd better watch where you're knockin' those.” Kurt glanced
up quickly at the comment to find Puck standing out on the sidewalk,
presumably late to the festivities. Kurt didn't feel like company, and
he really didn't feel like Puck's. Puck continued his way onto
the porch, oblivious to Kurt's feelings, and stopped next to the
fashionable teen. “So, I guess this party isn't all that great if your
out here, huh?”
Kurt rolled his eyes without so much as turning to face the other
teen, but when Puck continued to stand there after several minutes of
uncomfortable silence, Kurt felt his mouth open, his thoughts spewing
without his permission. “You know what the worst part of winter is?
When all you can see are endless miles of snow, it's hard to not feel
cold inside. It's hard to picture children playing outside in the
summer, or picking daisies in spring. It's hard to remember that all
the death and decay around you will eventually become the beauty of
spring. It's hard to forget you're not utterly and completely alone,
when that's exactly how you feel....”
Kurt stopped when he heard the tears in his voice, the quiver in
his words. He would not cry in front of Puck. Not over Blaine.
It wasn't that he still loved the Warbler, but the thought that no one
else would love him scared Kurt. The world was frosted over, decaying,
and so was his heart.
Puck only sighed and brought his arm around Kurt's shoulder, his
warmth seeping into Kurt. “I'm sorry, Kurt. I know it hurts. But it's
been three months since the breakup; don't you think it's time to move
on?” Puck paused, then continued, “Maybe with me?”
Kurt's wide eyes met Puck's, and then Puck was kissing him, the
frost on his heart giving way to spring.
Poll Prompt: Frost
Entry One: Frost
Warning: swearing and homophobic language
Noah’s skin was warm to the touch, and it made Kurt wonder if he would’ve ever felt that warm embrace if it wasn’t for their current situation.
“Probably not.” He thought as he came to the conclusion in his mind. They didn’t even like each other much, but the fact was no power equates to no heat and no heat during a Lima winter was something that no one should have to experience.
It had been Noah’s idea to stay close to each other for warmth, but Kurt had no idea that “staying close” would also entail being Noah’s pillow of sorts. His head was on top of the other smaller boy’s chest and Kurt could hear the gentle rhythms of his breathing, it was soft and gentle with a snore every now and again.
Kurt saw Noah shiver and instinctively put an arm around the Jewish boy, and he laughed internally when Noah snuggled even closer to him.
It wasn’t long when Noah realized that his head was laying on the firm chest of a man and not the supple breasts of a woman, thus causing him to wake up.
“Oh shi-fuck, sorry for getting all gay like that Hummel. I mean not that there’s nothing wrong with being gay, and shit. ‘Cause you’re totally cool for a gay- I mean guy. I mean… fuck.” Noah said rapidly, his eyes rushing from place to place remembering where he was.
Noah’s face was a deep shade of red, and Kurt let out a small chuckle before leaning into Noah’s ear. “Don’t worry Puckerman, your secret that you snuggled with the school homo is safe with me.” he said with a wink.
“Uh, thanks Hummel. But it’s not like if anyone said anything it would matter, because Puckzilla can kick anybody’s ass. So uh, what do we do now?” Noah said his face still red, and his eyes focusing on Kurt’s.
Kurt smiled before replying and standing up. “We can put some more logs on the fire, and then just wait for Finn and my dad to come home.”
With that the countertenor strode to the fireplace and added two logs to the fire stroking it gently with the poker. He then sat in front of it patting the spot next to him waiting for Noah to join him.
Puck sat down with a sigh before leaning his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “Humm-Kurt, I just gotta say that maybe I don’t, you know hate you at all.”
Kurt looked down at him with a small smile. “The feelings mutual Puckerman.” He said with mock disgust.
The boys fell asleep embraced with each other in front of the fireplace, and when they woke up the fire was dead and frost covered the windows but they were still warm from each other.
Entry Two: Precursor to Spring
Kurt found himself staring out at the snow that drifted lazily
through the nighttime sky, adding to the impressive layer that already
blanketed Lima. A chilly breeze whisked the fluffy bits through the
air and into Kurt's face, white crystals sticking to his eyelashes and
melting on his flushed cheeks. Christmas was a week away, and with the
end of term exams finished and three weeks of winter break beginning,
all of the members of glee club decided the best way to celebrate was
a party. The only problem with the celebratory plans was that Kurt
wasn't in a celebratory mood; instead of having fun inside with his
fellow glee-mates, he found himself on the front porch of Rachel's
house, alone and half-frozen.
Kurt's eyes surveyed the world around him; frost covered
everything. The trees looked dead, their autumn leaves gone and buried
under the snow. Icicles hung from branches and the gutters, and Kurt
couldn't help the childish urge to knock one off and watch it burst
into pieces, the tiniest of which looked like glitter as the ice
exploded.
”Hey, you'd better watch where you're knockin' those.” Kurt glanced
up quickly at the comment to find Puck standing out on the sidewalk,
presumably late to the festivities. Kurt didn't feel like company, and
he really didn't feel like Puck's. Puck continued his way onto
the porch, oblivious to Kurt's feelings, and stopped next to the
fashionable teen. “So, I guess this party isn't all that great if your
out here, huh?”
Kurt rolled his eyes without so much as turning to face the other
teen, but when Puck continued to stand there after several minutes of
uncomfortable silence, Kurt felt his mouth open, his thoughts spewing
without his permission. “You know what the worst part of winter is?
When all you can see are endless miles of snow, it's hard to not feel
cold inside. It's hard to picture children playing outside in the
summer, or picking daisies in spring. It's hard to remember that all
the death and decay around you will eventually become the beauty of
spring. It's hard to forget you're not utterly and completely alone,
when that's exactly how you feel....”
Kurt stopped when he heard the tears in his voice, the quiver in
his words. He would not cry in front of Puck. Not over Blaine.
It wasn't that he still loved the Warbler, but the thought that no one
else would love him scared Kurt. The world was frosted over, decaying,
and so was his heart.
Puck only sighed and brought his arm around Kurt's shoulder, his
warmth seeping into Kurt. “I'm sorry, Kurt. I know it hurts. But it's
been three months since the breakup; don't you think it's time to move
on?” Puck paused, then continued, “Maybe with me?”
Kurt's wide eyes met Puck's, and then Puck was kissing him, the
frost on his heart giving way to spring.
Poll Prompt: Frost