Fic: Disaster - 1/?
Title: Disaster - 1/?
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: R
Word Count: 1100 this chapter | 1110 overall
Summary: Sequel to The System. Kurt and Puck are still together after over a year’s trials and tribulations. In fact, they’ve even moved in together and are awaiting college in the fall. Everything seems perfect until one phone call changes the perfect world they’ve planned.
Warnings: Minor character death, mentions of past rape.
AN: This is a sequel to The System and is set a year and a half in the future. You can find The System at the directory here
The phone rang, causing Kurt to squeal just a little in surprise and excitement. He and Puck had only been living in their apartment for a few days, so that sound was new and exciting, symbolic of their new life together.
Shelby's number came up on the display. That wasn't surprising, considering that Puck and Shelby kept in contact often. It wasn't something Puck shared with most people, but by now Kurt knew it well. He would never forget the first time he had seen Puck receive a letter from Shelby, when they were still in high school.
He had opened it, revealing the picture inside, and his face lit up, despite the tears in his eyes. He had shown Kurt with a look of absolute pride on his face. "Isn't she beautiful?" he asked.
"She is," Kurt had told him. "She’s all you. Do you miss her?"
Puck nodded. “Every day of my life."
So, anyway, Shelby calling was pretty common. Quinn wanted nothing to do with the daughter she left behind, but Puck did and they had sort of grown a bond. There had been a period, around the time that Puck was still recovering from the rape, not to mention the fact that his being in juvie had strained the relationship, that they didn't talk much. However, starting early their senior year, the relationship had been renewed and Puck was always trying to be as involved as he could in his daughter’s life.
"Hey Miss Corcoran," Kurt said, picking it up. "He's not here right now, but I can take a message or whatever you'd..."
He was cut off by an unfamiliar voice. "Hello," an older woman said softly. Her voice was mingled with tears, slow sobs. "This is Shelby's mother. Please have Noah Puckerman call me back as soon as possible. My m-my daughter's been killed."
Dizziness hit him in an instant and Kurt felt like his head was swimming. “Killed?” he choked out softly. “How? Is...Beth okay?”
“There was a car accident,” she said, her voice broken with tears. “Beth is fine, she was with her sitter. Shelby, s-she was one her way to get Beth when it h-happened. Please get him as soon as possible. I’m at my daughter’s house with Beth.”
She hung up the phone and Kurt stared, dumbfounded. He could not believe this. He was so confused and absolutely heartbroken. Beth’s mother was dead. Puck was going to be devastated. They had only moved into their apartment a few days ago, both were going to nearby colleges in the fall. This was supposed to be the start of their lives together.
Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to get rid of the absolutely selfish thoughts. Puck’s daughter had lost her mother. He had to go tell him. He calmly, too calmly, walked outside, locked the door and went to his car. He got inside and drove to Puck’s workplace, without a second thought.
He and Kurt both took on a job at the beginning of senior year, plans for their shared apartment already brewing. Puck worked for a grocery store and then had transferred to their Columbus location on their move. They were both planning on college in Columbus, Kurt having been accepted to Ohio State, and Puck attending a local junior college not far off. They were ready for this. Now Kurt wasn’t sure they were ready for anything.
He pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. He rushed inside. It was Tuesday afternoon so the grocery store wasn’t very crowded. He found Puck stocking a shelf at the front of the story. “Hey,” he said softly, knowing that this was horrible news to have to be the one to break.
Puck turned around. “Baby, what are you doing here?” he asked.
Kurt swallowed. His throat hurt just trying to get the words out. “It’s bad,” he whispered softly, tears springing to his eyes. He didn’t know Shelby, he had no right to grieve her, but still this was going to tear Puck into pieces. “Shelby…she’s dead.”
Horror filled his eyes, a broken, deadened look that Kurt hadn’t seen in almost two years. “What?” he practically screamed, dragging the attention of everyone in the store to them. “The fuck…how? No, she can’t be dead. Beth, where’s Beth?”
Kurt calmly took Puck by the shoulders and steered him outside. “Her mother called our apartment,” he said. “She was killed in a car accident. Beth was with her sitter at the time, so she’s fine.”
Puck sat down on the curb, closing his eyes. “I just talked to her a few days ago,” he said, quietly. “I literally just talked to her. How can she be gone? Beth, what’s Beth going to do?” he asked, slightly panicked. “She’s two Kurt. She needs her mom. She’s alone. What is she going to do?”
Kurt sat down next to him, not even minding the filth they were sitting in, as he leaned down and hugged Puck close with one arm. “We need to go see her mother,” he said softly. “We need to go see Beth, see what we can do.”
Puck breathed deep. “Take me?”
Kurt nodded. “Your job…” he said low.
“Fuck that,” he said softly. “Come on Kurt, let’s go please.” He was shaking from the effort of what he was saying, how calm he was staying. Kurt could feel the tension in his body, shaking through him. He wanted to hit someone, to scream, but instead was staying very calm. “Her place isn’t that far from here.”
Kurt knew that, though he had never been. Puck had been delighted they were going to Columbus because of how close it was to Shelby’s home, and how it meant that he could have visitation every couple of months, see the beautiful girl that was his daughter. Kurt got in the car, Puck practically crawling into the passenger’s seat. He drove them to Shelby’s home, knowing exactly where it was, though he had never been, just because the place meant so much to the boy he loved.
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: R
Word Count: 1100 this chapter | 1110 overall
Summary: Sequel to The System. Kurt and Puck are still together after over a year’s trials and tribulations. In fact, they’ve even moved in together and are awaiting college in the fall. Everything seems perfect until one phone call changes the perfect world they’ve planned.
Warnings: Minor character death, mentions of past rape.
AN: This is a sequel to The System and is set a year and a half in the future. You can find The System at the directory here
The phone rang, causing Kurt to squeal just a little in surprise and excitement. He and Puck had only been living in their apartment for a few days, so that sound was new and exciting, symbolic of their new life together.
Shelby's number came up on the display. That wasn't surprising, considering that Puck and Shelby kept in contact often. It wasn't something Puck shared with most people, but by now Kurt knew it well. He would never forget the first time he had seen Puck receive a letter from Shelby, when they were still in high school.
He had opened it, revealing the picture inside, and his face lit up, despite the tears in his eyes. He had shown Kurt with a look of absolute pride on his face. "Isn't she beautiful?" he asked.
"She is," Kurt had told him. "She’s all you. Do you miss her?"
Puck nodded. “Every day of my life."
So, anyway, Shelby calling was pretty common. Quinn wanted nothing to do with the daughter she left behind, but Puck did and they had sort of grown a bond. There had been a period, around the time that Puck was still recovering from the rape, not to mention the fact that his being in juvie had strained the relationship, that they didn't talk much. However, starting early their senior year, the relationship had been renewed and Puck was always trying to be as involved as he could in his daughter’s life.
"Hey Miss Corcoran," Kurt said, picking it up. "He's not here right now, but I can take a message or whatever you'd..."
He was cut off by an unfamiliar voice. "Hello," an older woman said softly. Her voice was mingled with tears, slow sobs. "This is Shelby's mother. Please have Noah Puckerman call me back as soon as possible. My m-my daughter's been killed."
Dizziness hit him in an instant and Kurt felt like his head was swimming. “Killed?” he choked out softly. “How? Is...Beth okay?”
“There was a car accident,” she said, her voice broken with tears. “Beth is fine, she was with her sitter. Shelby, s-she was one her way to get Beth when it h-happened. Please get him as soon as possible. I’m at my daughter’s house with Beth.”
She hung up the phone and Kurt stared, dumbfounded. He could not believe this. He was so confused and absolutely heartbroken. Beth’s mother was dead. Puck was going to be devastated. They had only moved into their apartment a few days ago, both were going to nearby colleges in the fall. This was supposed to be the start of their lives together.
Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to get rid of the absolutely selfish thoughts. Puck’s daughter had lost her mother. He had to go tell him. He calmly, too calmly, walked outside, locked the door and went to his car. He got inside and drove to Puck’s workplace, without a second thought.
He and Kurt both took on a job at the beginning of senior year, plans for their shared apartment already brewing. Puck worked for a grocery store and then had transferred to their Columbus location on their move. They were both planning on college in Columbus, Kurt having been accepted to Ohio State, and Puck attending a local junior college not far off. They were ready for this. Now Kurt wasn’t sure they were ready for anything.
He pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. He rushed inside. It was Tuesday afternoon so the grocery store wasn’t very crowded. He found Puck stocking a shelf at the front of the story. “Hey,” he said softly, knowing that this was horrible news to have to be the one to break.
Puck turned around. “Baby, what are you doing here?” he asked.
Kurt swallowed. His throat hurt just trying to get the words out. “It’s bad,” he whispered softly, tears springing to his eyes. He didn’t know Shelby, he had no right to grieve her, but still this was going to tear Puck into pieces. “Shelby…she’s dead.”
Horror filled his eyes, a broken, deadened look that Kurt hadn’t seen in almost two years. “What?” he practically screamed, dragging the attention of everyone in the store to them. “The fuck…how? No, she can’t be dead. Beth, where’s Beth?”
Kurt calmly took Puck by the shoulders and steered him outside. “Her mother called our apartment,” he said. “She was killed in a car accident. Beth was with her sitter at the time, so she’s fine.”
Puck sat down on the curb, closing his eyes. “I just talked to her a few days ago,” he said, quietly. “I literally just talked to her. How can she be gone? Beth, what’s Beth going to do?” he asked, slightly panicked. “She’s two Kurt. She needs her mom. She’s alone. What is she going to do?”
Kurt sat down next to him, not even minding the filth they were sitting in, as he leaned down and hugged Puck close with one arm. “We need to go see her mother,” he said softly. “We need to go see Beth, see what we can do.”
Puck breathed deep. “Take me?”
Kurt nodded. “Your job…” he said low.
“Fuck that,” he said softly. “Come on Kurt, let’s go please.” He was shaking from the effort of what he was saying, how calm he was staying. Kurt could feel the tension in his body, shaking through him. He wanted to hit someone, to scream, but instead was staying very calm. “Her place isn’t that far from here.”
Kurt knew that, though he had never been. Puck had been delighted they were going to Columbus because of how close it was to Shelby’s home, and how it meant that he could have visitation every couple of months, see the beautiful girl that was his daughter. Kurt got in the car, Puck practically crawling into the passenger’s seat. He drove them to Shelby’s home, knowing exactly where it was, though he had never been, just because the place meant so much to the boy he loved.