Fic: Disaster (6/?)
Title: Disaster - 6/?
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 800 this chapter | 5960 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.
Puck was pretty proud of himself for how he handled Quinn. When he came downstairs and found Rachel asleep on the couch, Kurt next to her reading, he sat very close to his boyfriend and sighed. “Quinn called,” he said. “That went great. She kind of flipped out when I told her what was happening.”
“What right does she have to flip out?” Kurt asked, shaking his head and snapping his book shut. “She gave Beth up; she hasn’t been in her life like you have. Isn’t she living in California now, even?”
“She’s just another voice calling me crazy,” he said, staying close to Kurt. “You’re so amazing you know that?”
“I’m just me,” he said. “But really, don’t you dare worry about Quinn. She’s another stress you do not need.”
“If she cares so much she can come to Ohio, away from her Cali paradise,” he said, rolling his eyes and leaning closer. “Right now I’m worried about Beth. What do I even tell her?" he asked, knowing he looked pathetic, but he was so utterly defeated by the idea of telling a two year old that her mother was dead. "She's missing her momma, desperately and nobody knows what kind of answer to give a two year old. I need to step up for her. I need to take that responsibility and talk to her. I’m her father and I have to start acting like it.”
Kurt frowned, looking down at his hands. "Well," he said softly. "I was quite a bit older when my mom died, but still too young to understand death. My dad told me that my mom went to be an angel and watch over everyone in the world." Kurt gave him a tiny, slightly hopeful smile and it did help.
Puck looked to Kurt, frowned, and then nodded. That made sense. It was beautiful, poetic, not the kind of thing he expected from Kurt’s father. He had always assumed Burt Hummel was as much of a devout atheist as his son.
"Every mother is an angel to her child," Kurt said, seeing his face. "It gave me strength and comfort, told me she was in a better place and helped me deal with her being gone forever. It’s all a kid really needs, that comfort deep down. She’s way too young to understand any of the implications of her mom dying. She just needs to know that her mother’s okay, and that she’s okay too…”
Puck sighed and put both arms around Kurt, hugging him tight, leaning in his shoulder. "You're an angel, just like your mother," he said softly, sincerely. "Hell, I don't know how I got so lucky. You've seen me at all my lows and never flinched away. You saved my life."
Kurt rubbed his arm. "Nah you're just that badass," he said. "If you survived all of the horrible things that happened to you, you can survive this and be a fantastic father."
Kurt looked over at Rachel, and Puck swallowed, trying to change the subject. “Do you think Rachel’s really alright?” he asked. “It was nice of you to call her and stuff. I know this is probably hard. Shelby was her mom too.”
“Rachel wanted a lot out of that relationship,” Kurt said, “but I think she kind of grew up and realized that she had an amazing relationship with her dads and stuff. I just wanted to be there for her. She was pretty cool to me, there for me and stuff, when we were going through all of the … stuff we did.”
Puck then realized that Kurt was absolutely exhausted. He only rambled when he was exhausted. “Kurt Hummel, go to sleep,” he said shaking his head. “You’ve been exhausting yourself lately, haven’t you?”
Kurt nodded a little bit. “I have,” he mumbled. “I’ll sleep out here okay? That way I can keep an eye on Rachel.”
He knew that it was an excuse so that he could be alone in the bedroom with his daughter, but that was okay. The time for them to really be a family would come sooner, rather than later. “Okay,” he said softly, kissing Kurt quickly. “Sleep good okay? “
He nodded, assuring himself that it would all be alright, and went to the bedroom to check on his daughter.
Beth was fast asleep, a tiny little thing in the middle of their shared bed. She was clutching the blanket around her, holding onto it furiously. She had a face that reminded him of Kurt, when he was asleep. Her lips were pursed and she was holding very tightly, in the same way that Kurt gripped his arm at night.
He kissed her forehead. “My god I love you little girl.”
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 800 this chapter | 5960 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.
Puck was pretty proud of himself for how he handled Quinn. When he came downstairs and found Rachel asleep on the couch, Kurt next to her reading, he sat very close to his boyfriend and sighed. “Quinn called,” he said. “That went great. She kind of flipped out when I told her what was happening.”
“What right does she have to flip out?” Kurt asked, shaking his head and snapping his book shut. “She gave Beth up; she hasn’t been in her life like you have. Isn’t she living in California now, even?”
“She’s just another voice calling me crazy,” he said, staying close to Kurt. “You’re so amazing you know that?”
“I’m just me,” he said. “But really, don’t you dare worry about Quinn. She’s another stress you do not need.”
“If she cares so much she can come to Ohio, away from her Cali paradise,” he said, rolling his eyes and leaning closer. “Right now I’m worried about Beth. What do I even tell her?" he asked, knowing he looked pathetic, but he was so utterly defeated by the idea of telling a two year old that her mother was dead. "She's missing her momma, desperately and nobody knows what kind of answer to give a two year old. I need to step up for her. I need to take that responsibility and talk to her. I’m her father and I have to start acting like it.”
Kurt frowned, looking down at his hands. "Well," he said softly. "I was quite a bit older when my mom died, but still too young to understand death. My dad told me that my mom went to be an angel and watch over everyone in the world." Kurt gave him a tiny, slightly hopeful smile and it did help.
Puck looked to Kurt, frowned, and then nodded. That made sense. It was beautiful, poetic, not the kind of thing he expected from Kurt’s father. He had always assumed Burt Hummel was as much of a devout atheist as his son.
"Every mother is an angel to her child," Kurt said, seeing his face. "It gave me strength and comfort, told me she was in a better place and helped me deal with her being gone forever. It’s all a kid really needs, that comfort deep down. She’s way too young to understand any of the implications of her mom dying. She just needs to know that her mother’s okay, and that she’s okay too…”
Puck sighed and put both arms around Kurt, hugging him tight, leaning in his shoulder. "You're an angel, just like your mother," he said softly, sincerely. "Hell, I don't know how I got so lucky. You've seen me at all my lows and never flinched away. You saved my life."
Kurt rubbed his arm. "Nah you're just that badass," he said. "If you survived all of the horrible things that happened to you, you can survive this and be a fantastic father."
Kurt looked over at Rachel, and Puck swallowed, trying to change the subject. “Do you think Rachel’s really alright?” he asked. “It was nice of you to call her and stuff. I know this is probably hard. Shelby was her mom too.”
“Rachel wanted a lot out of that relationship,” Kurt said, “but I think she kind of grew up and realized that she had an amazing relationship with her dads and stuff. I just wanted to be there for her. She was pretty cool to me, there for me and stuff, when we were going through all of the … stuff we did.”
Puck then realized that Kurt was absolutely exhausted. He only rambled when he was exhausted. “Kurt Hummel, go to sleep,” he said shaking his head. “You’ve been exhausting yourself lately, haven’t you?”
Kurt nodded a little bit. “I have,” he mumbled. “I’ll sleep out here okay? That way I can keep an eye on Rachel.”
He knew that it was an excuse so that he could be alone in the bedroom with his daughter, but that was okay. The time for them to really be a family would come sooner, rather than later. “Okay,” he said softly, kissing Kurt quickly. “Sleep good okay? “
He nodded, assuring himself that it would all be alright, and went to the bedroom to check on his daughter.
Beth was fast asleep, a tiny little thing in the middle of their shared bed. She was clutching the blanket around her, holding onto it furiously. She had a face that reminded him of Kurt, when he was asleep. Her lips were pursed and she was holding very tightly, in the same way that Kurt gripped his arm at night.
He kissed her forehead. “My god I love you little girl.”