Like oil on the water's surface.
If you have any interest whatsoever in wingfic, you should cart yourself over here to A Crash Course in Falling. It's no secret that I'm a big fan of carolinecrane's stuff, and man, is this no exception. It's sweet and somehow realistic. And it deserves fanart.
Oh, and Caroline, I made some corrections to this first piece since I e-mailed it to you; it's better now. :)
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He reaches for Puck without thinking, catching one of Puck’s hands and gripping hard when Puck tries to pull away. He holds on, waiting for the pain to kick in, eyes wide when all he feels is a weird calming sensation settling in his chest.
“Kurt? Are you...what’s happening?”
“It didn’t hurt,” Kurt says, and he knows he sounds breathless, but he can’t make himself care. “When you touched me, it didn’t hurt. It still doesn’t hurt.”
He drops his phone and reaches for Puck with his other hand, sliding it up his arm and gripping his shoulder. They’re still...well, sort of holding hands, and Kurt drags Puck’s hand toward him and presses it against his chest.
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Oh, and Caroline, I made some corrections to this first piece since I e-mailed it to you; it's better now. :)
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He reaches for Puck without thinking, catching one of Puck’s hands and gripping hard when Puck tries to pull away. He holds on, waiting for the pain to kick in, eyes wide when all he feels is a weird calming sensation settling in his chest.
“Kurt? Are you...what’s happening?”
“It didn’t hurt,” Kurt says, and he knows he sounds breathless, but he can’t make himself care. “When you touched me, it didn’t hurt. It still doesn’t hurt.”
He drops his phone and reaches for Puck with his other hand, sliding it up his arm and gripping his shoulder. They’re still...well, sort of holding hands, and Kurt drags Puck’s hand toward him and presses it against his chest.
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