Fic: Scars (1/1) The Bonds Verse
Title: Scars
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Puck/Kurt/Finn mentioned.
Word Count: 650 words
Verse: The Bonds Verse.
Summary: Puck and Kurt had both earned many scars over the past years.
AN: Though this is post-Finn’s death, this isn’t the last Bonds Verse fic I’m writing, just one I’ve been sitting on for awhile. Also there are mentions of self-injury here if that's triggering to you.
Puck and Kurt had both earned many scars over the past years. Puck traced a long line up Kurt's abdomen with the back of his hand. Kurt had been bleeding internally in that accident and they had to operate twice to stop the insane bleeding. He had recovered for months after.
"I don't even remember that one," Kurt admitted aloud, following Puck’s gesture. "Thank God," he added quickly. "I woke up with you and Finn there and I don't think I coulda gone through what you did."
"It was a living hell," Puck mumbled, shaking his head. "We waited all night for some word; any sign that you were okay, that you were gonna make it. Finn...dude kept me going."
Kurt watched as Puck closed his eyes and he could just feel the other man's pain. They had always been connected to each other in that way and it was the worst feeling in the world, to feel him hurt.
"You're still going." It was really the only comfort he could offer. They were still surviving without Finn, hard as it was sometime. They were always still surviving. Kurt then kissed his husband's collarbone. "This one," he said kissing the tiny scar there. "Senior year. You shoved some asshole who hit me and he shoved you back, straight into a locker handle."
"Yeah that was bleeding everywhere. Deliciously gory."
"You would say that. That was when I developed my crush on you," Kurt grinned.
"Your neck," he mumbled.
Kurt nodded teary-eyed in an instant. "Jagged glass in a dumpster."
Damn it, sometimes Puck hated who he was.
Kurt laughed through his tears, making an attempt to change the subject. "What about this one on your wrist?" he asked. "Attempted bondage gone wrong."
Puck suppressed a laugh. "It's not my fault that Finn used that rough rope. He had no clue what he was doing.”
"He failed at being kinky," Kurt said fondly. He reached down and rubbed the scar on Puck's wrist. His finger caught on another rigged one, lower on his arm. "Baby, what's this?"
"Two months after we lost Finn," he said low. "I was fucked up and tried to...make it stop hurting." His voice caught on some kind of unreleased sob. "I know it's the stupidest thing Kurt, I do. I realized when I sobered up that nothing was going to bring him back.”
"Oh baby..." Kurt gasped. He kissed the scar lightly.
"I realized it won't bring him back and he'd be so pissed if he saw me like that. It's stupid. It's not the right way to deal with anything and it’s cliche as shit too."
Kurt hugged him close.
"I got scars from losing Finn too," he whispered.
"I noticed," Puck responded surprising him. "Those cuts and scratches on your arms and legs and the split knuckle from a few months back."
Kurt exhaled and tried to explain. "I punched a wall, and an old photo. I scratched the Hell out of myself just trying to get some feeling."
"I wanted to talk to you but I had...done it too. It was too hypocritical.”
"I love you, despite the scars," Kurt mumbled. He was silent for a moment before blurting out what he was thinking. "We haven't made love in almost a year."
Puck swallowed, thinking of Finn. He would think they were so stupid, denying each other for so long. He cupped Kurt’s cheek and kissed him deeply. “Let’s try.”
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Puck/Kurt/Finn mentioned.
Word Count: 650 words
Verse: The Bonds Verse.
Summary: Puck and Kurt had both earned many scars over the past years.
AN: Though this is post-Finn’s death, this isn’t the last Bonds Verse fic I’m writing, just one I’ve been sitting on for awhile. Also there are mentions of self-injury here if that's triggering to you.
Puck and Kurt had both earned many scars over the past years. Puck traced a long line up Kurt's abdomen with the back of his hand. Kurt had been bleeding internally in that accident and they had to operate twice to stop the insane bleeding. He had recovered for months after.
"I don't even remember that one," Kurt admitted aloud, following Puck’s gesture. "Thank God," he added quickly. "I woke up with you and Finn there and I don't think I coulda gone through what you did."
"It was a living hell," Puck mumbled, shaking his head. "We waited all night for some word; any sign that you were okay, that you were gonna make it. Finn...dude kept me going."
Kurt watched as Puck closed his eyes and he could just feel the other man's pain. They had always been connected to each other in that way and it was the worst feeling in the world, to feel him hurt.
"You're still going." It was really the only comfort he could offer. They were still surviving without Finn, hard as it was sometime. They were always still surviving. Kurt then kissed his husband's collarbone. "This one," he said kissing the tiny scar there. "Senior year. You shoved some asshole who hit me and he shoved you back, straight into a locker handle."
"Yeah that was bleeding everywhere. Deliciously gory."
"You would say that. That was when I developed my crush on you," Kurt grinned.
"Your neck," he mumbled.
Kurt nodded teary-eyed in an instant. "Jagged glass in a dumpster."
Damn it, sometimes Puck hated who he was.
Kurt laughed through his tears, making an attempt to change the subject. "What about this one on your wrist?" he asked. "Attempted bondage gone wrong."
Puck suppressed a laugh. "It's not my fault that Finn used that rough rope. He had no clue what he was doing.”
"He failed at being kinky," Kurt said fondly. He reached down and rubbed the scar on Puck's wrist. His finger caught on another rigged one, lower on his arm. "Baby, what's this?"
"Two months after we lost Finn," he said low. "I was fucked up and tried to...make it stop hurting." His voice caught on some kind of unreleased sob. "I know it's the stupidest thing Kurt, I do. I realized when I sobered up that nothing was going to bring him back.”
"Oh baby..." Kurt gasped. He kissed the scar lightly.
"I realized it won't bring him back and he'd be so pissed if he saw me like that. It's stupid. It's not the right way to deal with anything and it’s cliche as shit too."
Kurt hugged him close.
"I got scars from losing Finn too," he whispered.
"I noticed," Puck responded surprising him. "Those cuts and scratches on your arms and legs and the split knuckle from a few months back."
Kurt exhaled and tried to explain. "I punched a wall, and an old photo. I scratched the Hell out of myself just trying to get some feeling."
"I wanted to talk to you but I had...done it too. It was too hypocritical.”
"I love you, despite the scars," Kurt mumbled. He was silent for a moment before blurting out what he was thinking. "We haven't made love in almost a year."
Puck swallowed, thinking of Finn. He would think they were so stupid, denying each other for so long. He cupped Kurt’s cheek and kissed him deeply. “Let’s try.”