Fic: Just Breathe 4/11
Title: Just Breathe 4/11
Author: quaili
Rating: T (PG-13- light R)
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson (Puck/Kurt light-slash)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship, light-slash
Warning: Mild swearing and the possible panic triggers
Spoilers: Set after Theatricality. (Re: Living arrangements)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author Notes: A sequel to an answer to a prompt on the glee angst meme
Summary: Sequel to "Breathe, Kurt" Kurt is learning to deal with his Panic Disorder again, with the help of Finn and Puck. But it's not easy keeping secrets and a harmless prank might ruin everything. Eventual Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 11,000-12,000
Chapter 4
“What is going on with you boy?”
Kurt pulled his head out of his locker and eyed Mercedes warily.
“....I have no idea what you mean.” Maybe he could fool her. She did think they were dating for awhile.
“Kurt. You were standing in the hall with your head in a locker. That’s not normal, even for you.” Mercedes was standing with her arms crossed, and Kurt couldn’t help notice that she had a new shirt. He thought about mentioning it, but she’d just think he was trying to divert her attention.
What was going on, was that Kurt had a high F solo in front of Vocal Adrenaline today, an imminent breakout of stress related acne and a folder full of letters from his therapist to give to his teachers.
They had decided (she had decided) that at the very least Kurt needed to inform them about his condition, in case he had to leave class again. Maybe it would help, Mr. Schuester had been giving him these soul crushing puppy eyes for a week now.
Puck, during a 3 a.m. texting conversation (Kurt had dreamed that someone had locked him in the basement while the house burned. Their parents weren’t home and even Finn couldn’t calm Kurt down enough to forget the sounds of his dad screaming.) had declared that Kurt was also telling the gleeks about his disorder. He had threatened to sit on Kurt until he squealed and Kurt couldn’t figure out if Puck meant figuratively or literally.
“...Kurt?” oh right. Mercedes.
He drew his attention back to his friend, and squinted as he tried to remember what she had said. Something about....something.
“Are you even listening to me?” Mercedes asked, reaching out to feel his forehead for a fever.
“Uh-huh” Kurt nodded. Mercedes didn’t look convinced. Kurt sighed.
“Look. I know you’re worried, and I promise I’ll tell you everything. Just.... I just need to get through the day okay? I’ll be fine, I’ve got Puck on speed dial, and I promise, every last detail today at glee.” He pinned Mercedes with his best sad-gay-puppy eyes, and saw her melt a little, then she seemed to process what he actually said.
“Puck? What does Puck- oh my god! I *knew* something was going on between the two of you!” The girl’s voice had risen an octave, and Kurt manfully resisted the urge to stick his head back in the locker.
“You two are always hanging out now.” Mercedes continued. “And he’s being so *nice*. That boy growled at Mr. Schuester when he tried to show you how to do the new footwork.”
“....” ...Wait had actually used ellipses out loud?
Mercedes was giving him an odd look.
“We aren’t - I -that’s just-” he spluttered. That was so, so, so wrong. Puck and he weren’t...well maybe if Puck was gay, and Kurt was kind of dumb. But no. They were just friends...who cuddled. And that was mostly Kurt. Puck grumbled whenever Kurt would lean against his chest to feel his breathing, and would use the opportunity to extort baked goods from him.
“Kurt!” Mercedes shook him sharply. “Breathe!”
Kurt sucked in a breath. “We’re not dating!” he blurted out.
“Okay”. His girl apparently didn’t believe him. “Don’t freak out. Forget I mentioned it. Just-” She paused, fixing his hair and giving him a small smile. “let me know if you need help. And I want updates. Every half hour. Promise?”
Kurt nodded and then impulsively pulled Mercedes into a hug as the bell rang. “Promise. And I’ll tell you everything, right after we cream Vocal Adrenaline.”
“Everything, boy.” Mercedes demanded, over her shoulder as they parted and she let herself be swept up in the rush of students heading to class.
Kurt nodded, then waited until she was out of sight before slowly pulling out the folder his therapist had given him. He took a deep calming breath, closed his locker and headed to class, mentally rehearsing what to say to his first teacher.
‘Hi. Ms. Gibbs? Can I talk to you for a minute-’
Author: quaili
Rating: T (PG-13- light R)
Character(s)/Pairing(s):Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman, Finn Hudson (Puck/Kurt light-slash)
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship, light-slash
Warning: Mild swearing and the possible panic triggers
Spoilers: Set after Theatricality. (Re: Living arrangements)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Author Notes: A sequel to an answer to a prompt on the glee angst meme
Summary: Sequel to "Breathe, Kurt" Kurt is learning to deal with his Panic Disorder again, with the help of Finn and Puck. But it's not easy keeping secrets and a harmless prank might ruin everything. Eventual Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 11,000-12,000
Chapter 4
“What is going on with you boy?”
Kurt pulled his head out of his locker and eyed Mercedes warily.
“....I have no idea what you mean.” Maybe he could fool her. She did think they were dating for awhile.
“Kurt. You were standing in the hall with your head in a locker. That’s not normal, even for you.” Mercedes was standing with her arms crossed, and Kurt couldn’t help notice that she had a new shirt. He thought about mentioning it, but she’d just think he was trying to divert her attention.
What was going on, was that Kurt had a high F solo in front of Vocal Adrenaline today, an imminent breakout of stress related acne and a folder full of letters from his therapist to give to his teachers.
They had decided (she had decided) that at the very least Kurt needed to inform them about his condition, in case he had to leave class again. Maybe it would help, Mr. Schuester had been giving him these soul crushing puppy eyes for a week now.
Puck, during a 3 a.m. texting conversation (Kurt had dreamed that someone had locked him in the basement while the house burned. Their parents weren’t home and even Finn couldn’t calm Kurt down enough to forget the sounds of his dad screaming.) had declared that Kurt was also telling the gleeks about his disorder. He had threatened to sit on Kurt until he squealed and Kurt couldn’t figure out if Puck meant figuratively or literally.
“...Kurt?” oh right. Mercedes.
He drew his attention back to his friend, and squinted as he tried to remember what she had said. Something about....something.
“Are you even listening to me?” Mercedes asked, reaching out to feel his forehead for a fever.
“Uh-huh” Kurt nodded. Mercedes didn’t look convinced. Kurt sighed.
“Look. I know you’re worried, and I promise I’ll tell you everything. Just.... I just need to get through the day okay? I’ll be fine, I’ve got Puck on speed dial, and I promise, every last detail today at glee.” He pinned Mercedes with his best sad-gay-puppy eyes, and saw her melt a little, then she seemed to process what he actually said.
“Puck? What does Puck- oh my god! I *knew* something was going on between the two of you!” The girl’s voice had risen an octave, and Kurt manfully resisted the urge to stick his head back in the locker.
“You two are always hanging out now.” Mercedes continued. “And he’s being so *nice*. That boy growled at Mr. Schuester when he tried to show you how to do the new footwork.”
“....” ...Wait had actually used ellipses out loud?
Mercedes was giving him an odd look.
“We aren’t - I -that’s just-” he spluttered. That was so, so, so wrong. Puck and he weren’t...well maybe if Puck was gay, and Kurt was kind of dumb. But no. They were just friends...who cuddled. And that was mostly Kurt. Puck grumbled whenever Kurt would lean against his chest to feel his breathing, and would use the opportunity to extort baked goods from him.
“Kurt!” Mercedes shook him sharply. “Breathe!”
Kurt sucked in a breath. “We’re not dating!” he blurted out.
“Okay”. His girl apparently didn’t believe him. “Don’t freak out. Forget I mentioned it. Just-” She paused, fixing his hair and giving him a small smile. “let me know if you need help. And I want updates. Every half hour. Promise?”
Kurt nodded and then impulsively pulled Mercedes into a hug as the bell rang. “Promise. And I’ll tell you everything, right after we cream Vocal Adrenaline.”
“Everything, boy.” Mercedes demanded, over her shoulder as they parted and she let herself be swept up in the rush of students heading to class.
Kurt nodded, then waited until she was out of sight before slowly pulling out the folder his therapist had given him. He took a deep calming breath, closed his locker and headed to class, mentally rehearsing what to say to his first teacher.
‘Hi. Ms. Gibbs? Can I talk to you for a minute-’