Fic: Disaster (4/?)
Title: Disaster - 4/?
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 1100 this chapter | 4210 so far.
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.
Previous Chapters: Located at the Directory here.
By seven o’clock the next day, Kurt was glad that he and Puck had finally made love. It was good for his boyfriend’s confidence, and Puck held his head high when they arrived at the home of Shelby’s aunt. “It’s going to be okay,” Kurt said softly, while they waited for someone to answer the door.
Shelby’s mother answered the door but she was not alone. She was with a woman about her age (probably early sixties?) who had grey hair and dark eyes. The woman who was with her, Catherine, they assumed, did not look so pleased to see them. “It’s nice to meet you, Catherine is it?” Kurt said softly, trying to be polite. “This is Noah and I’m his boyfriend Kurt. I’m hoping you don’t mind me coming.”
“No not at all,” she said. “Come in.”
They entered the house. It was a simple family home with a casual decor. As soon as they entered, little footsteps filled both of their ears. It may have not been the loudest sound, the sound of a child running out of the front room of the house and into the hall, but it was definitely the most important.
Kurt swallowed. He had seen Beth’s pictures before and knew what she looked like, but still her presence there, as a real child, just shook him. She looked at the intruders with her big brown eyes and pulled back some. “Hi Beth,” Puck said softly, going down to his knees. “Remember me? Gosh, you look so much bigger than I remember last.”
Kurt watched with his arms crossed, a little bit overwhelmed and surprised. Beth was beautiful and Puck just fell into his role as a father. It was insane to think that this tough guy, the guy who stole stuff for years, threw him into dumpsters, and even after his redemption beat the crap out of anyone who looked at Kurt wrong, could still be the perfect father.
The little girl smiled. “Hi,” she said shyly.
He pulled her into a hug. Kurt swallowed again. He was not emotional and he was not going to tear up over this.
“Beth, sweetie, let’s get you washed up and then auntie will get you some dinner,” Catherine said, picking up the baby the moment Puck let her go. She took her into the bathroom.
Shelby’s mother looked at them apologetically. “I am so sorry,” she said. “She’s a little bit on the defensive side but trust me, she adores Beth and wants what’s best for her. She was a better…great aunt than I was a grandmother unfortunately.”
Puck swallowed. “I want to be her father,” he mumbled. “I do.”
“I know love,” the woman said quietly. “She knows she’s not what’s best for Beth, as much as she adores her. She’d be far too old too fast to raise her correctly. A child with Beth’s stamina especially, cannot be raised by an old woman.”
Kurt watched quietly as Catherine returned, with a newly washed up two year old in her arms.
The woman looked at them with cool, appraising eyes. "It's true, what you say," she told Shelby's mother, darkly. "My sister is very quick to point out to me that I'll be pushing eighty when the child starts High School, and I'm probably not the best person to seek custody of Beth. Still, you must forgive me if I don't exactly trust you. Shelby was closer to me than she was to her own mother at times."
Kurt winced. That seemed pretty cold to say; with the woman standing right there, but Shelby's mother did not flinch at the statement. His boyfriend beside him gaped a little, searching for words. "I'm her father," he said softly. It seemed like the only thing he really could say. "I know I'm young and...I’m kind of stupid, but I love her. I have always loved her; from the moment she was born."
"Is love enough?" Catherine asked, sitting down suddenly. "How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen," he said softly, looking at Kurt for help.
"Eighteen and the type of young man who has a child at sixteen," she said delicately. "You gave your daughter up for adoption for a reason."
Puck swallowed and held Kurt's hand tightly to steady himself. "I regretted it every moment," he mumbled quietly. "If I had more say in the matter, more power, I wouldn't have given her up. I..."
"What do you do for a living?" she questioned just as coolly.
"I work at a grocery store!" he yelled choked. "And my boyfriend works at a frilly little store thing! Look, I get it okay? I get that we don't have the best means. We were both supposed to start school in August. We're kind of scrambling but - ugh!" He groaned and leaned back.
Kurt spoke up quietly. "If anyone's going to raise her right, love her, it's him."
"I'm not sure how I feel about your lifestyle either," she snapped.
Kurt swallowed. Gay comments still pretty much were a knife to the heart. “If you think that changes anything about how good a father my boyfriend is, you’re mistaken. Can I…can I take Beth and get her dinner perhaps? She’s only a baby but she shouldn’t have to hear this.”
“That’s a fantastic idea,” Puck said, swallowing heavily. Kurt knew he was swallowing back what he truly wanted to say. “Is that okay?” he asked both women respectfully. “Kurt is fantastic with kids and stuff.”
“Her dinner’s already made up,” the angrier of the two women said hesitantly. “You can go put it on a plate and get her in her high chair.”
Kurt tried to gather up his courage, and when he felt courageous enough he swooped Beth into his arms. “Hi sweetie,” he said, and she giggled instantly, so he felt like a success. “I’m Kurt.”
“I Beth,” she said seriously, with a lot of intensity for a two-year-old. Oh man, she reminded him of Puck so much, that cute way she pouted.
Kurt put her in her high chair and went to get the food that was already made. He spooned the carrots onto the plate, thinking. “Hungry baby girl?” he asked.
The girl nodded. “Hungry!”
Oh god, she was the cutest thing ever. He was quickly falling in love. He shook his head and brought her dinner over. She took the tiny little toddler spoon and took a big messy bite. “Oh god, you are your father’s child Beth.”
He glanced toward the front room, hoping it would be okay.
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 1100 this chapter | 4210 so far.
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.
Previous Chapters: Located at the Directory here.
By seven o’clock the next day, Kurt was glad that he and Puck had finally made love. It was good for his boyfriend’s confidence, and Puck held his head high when they arrived at the home of Shelby’s aunt. “It’s going to be okay,” Kurt said softly, while they waited for someone to answer the door.
Shelby’s mother answered the door but she was not alone. She was with a woman about her age (probably early sixties?) who had grey hair and dark eyes. The woman who was with her, Catherine, they assumed, did not look so pleased to see them. “It’s nice to meet you, Catherine is it?” Kurt said softly, trying to be polite. “This is Noah and I’m his boyfriend Kurt. I’m hoping you don’t mind me coming.”
“No not at all,” she said. “Come in.”
They entered the house. It was a simple family home with a casual decor. As soon as they entered, little footsteps filled both of their ears. It may have not been the loudest sound, the sound of a child running out of the front room of the house and into the hall, but it was definitely the most important.
Kurt swallowed. He had seen Beth’s pictures before and knew what she looked like, but still her presence there, as a real child, just shook him. She looked at the intruders with her big brown eyes and pulled back some. “Hi Beth,” Puck said softly, going down to his knees. “Remember me? Gosh, you look so much bigger than I remember last.”
Kurt watched with his arms crossed, a little bit overwhelmed and surprised. Beth was beautiful and Puck just fell into his role as a father. It was insane to think that this tough guy, the guy who stole stuff for years, threw him into dumpsters, and even after his redemption beat the crap out of anyone who looked at Kurt wrong, could still be the perfect father.
The little girl smiled. “Hi,” she said shyly.
He pulled her into a hug. Kurt swallowed again. He was not emotional and he was not going to tear up over this.
“Beth, sweetie, let’s get you washed up and then auntie will get you some dinner,” Catherine said, picking up the baby the moment Puck let her go. She took her into the bathroom.
Shelby’s mother looked at them apologetically. “I am so sorry,” she said. “She’s a little bit on the defensive side but trust me, she adores Beth and wants what’s best for her. She was a better…great aunt than I was a grandmother unfortunately.”
Puck swallowed. “I want to be her father,” he mumbled. “I do.”
“I know love,” the woman said quietly. “She knows she’s not what’s best for Beth, as much as she adores her. She’d be far too old too fast to raise her correctly. A child with Beth’s stamina especially, cannot be raised by an old woman.”
Kurt watched quietly as Catherine returned, with a newly washed up two year old in her arms.
The woman looked at them with cool, appraising eyes. "It's true, what you say," she told Shelby's mother, darkly. "My sister is very quick to point out to me that I'll be pushing eighty when the child starts High School, and I'm probably not the best person to seek custody of Beth. Still, you must forgive me if I don't exactly trust you. Shelby was closer to me than she was to her own mother at times."
Kurt winced. That seemed pretty cold to say; with the woman standing right there, but Shelby's mother did not flinch at the statement. His boyfriend beside him gaped a little, searching for words. "I'm her father," he said softly. It seemed like the only thing he really could say. "I know I'm young and...I’m kind of stupid, but I love her. I have always loved her; from the moment she was born."
"Is love enough?" Catherine asked, sitting down suddenly. "How old are you?"
"I'm eighteen," he said softly, looking at Kurt for help.
"Eighteen and the type of young man who has a child at sixteen," she said delicately. "You gave your daughter up for adoption for a reason."
Puck swallowed and held Kurt's hand tightly to steady himself. "I regretted it every moment," he mumbled quietly. "If I had more say in the matter, more power, I wouldn't have given her up. I..."
"What do you do for a living?" she questioned just as coolly.
"I work at a grocery store!" he yelled choked. "And my boyfriend works at a frilly little store thing! Look, I get it okay? I get that we don't have the best means. We were both supposed to start school in August. We're kind of scrambling but - ugh!" He groaned and leaned back.
Kurt spoke up quietly. "If anyone's going to raise her right, love her, it's him."
"I'm not sure how I feel about your lifestyle either," she snapped.
Kurt swallowed. Gay comments still pretty much were a knife to the heart. “If you think that changes anything about how good a father my boyfriend is, you’re mistaken. Can I…can I take Beth and get her dinner perhaps? She’s only a baby but she shouldn’t have to hear this.”
“That’s a fantastic idea,” Puck said, swallowing heavily. Kurt knew he was swallowing back what he truly wanted to say. “Is that okay?” he asked both women respectfully. “Kurt is fantastic with kids and stuff.”
“Her dinner’s already made up,” the angrier of the two women said hesitantly. “You can go put it on a plate and get her in her high chair.”
Kurt tried to gather up his courage, and when he felt courageous enough he swooped Beth into his arms. “Hi sweetie,” he said, and she giggled instantly, so he felt like a success. “I’m Kurt.”
“I Beth,” she said seriously, with a lot of intensity for a two-year-old. Oh man, she reminded him of Puck so much, that cute way she pouted.
Kurt put her in her high chair and went to get the food that was already made. He spooned the carrots onto the plate, thinking. “Hungry baby girl?” he asked.
The girl nodded. “Hungry!”
Oh god, she was the cutest thing ever. He was quickly falling in love. He shook his head and brought her dinner over. She took the tiny little toddler spoon and took a big messy bite. “Oh god, you are your father’s child Beth.”
He glanced toward the front room, hoping it would be okay.