Fic: Disaster (9/?)
Title: Disaster - 9/?
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 930 this chapter | 8530 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.
The funeral was beautiful, if a funeral could really be beautiful. Shelby’s mother had arranged everything perfectly, spotlessly. “It reminds me of her,” Rachel said softly, sitting on Kurt’s opposite side, “everything about this arrangement, really.” Rachel looked depressed and a little bit confused. Puck didn’t blame her. Everything about the funeral arrangement and the whole sudden tragedy was both depressing and confusing.
Beth was in his arms, half asleep, confused and uncertain of all the commotion around her. She was entertaining herself with one of the toys that Shelby’s mother had pointed out as her favorite, a tiny baby doll with blonde hair. She was a good child, the kind of child who could be quiet with a toy. It wasn’t fair that she was sitting here at her own mother’s funeral. He was trying his best not to cry, because he didn’t cry, but it was hard not to. It wasn’t the death that made him cry, it was the little girl left behind. She didn’t deserve to suffer like this. She didn’t even know that she was suffering, too young to truly understand what she had lost.
“I’m gonna go take Beth over to the park we passed on our way in,” he said softly, the moment that the ceremony ended and dissolved into a reception. He was tired of trying to distract her from all of the sadness all around her. She was his baby and he didn’t want her to have to deal with all of the tragedy. “This is too much for a little kid, and way too much for me.”
Kurt nodded slowly, understanding. “Rachel wants to go talk to Shelby’s mother. I’m going to go with her. Take care baby, both of you.”
The little park was not too far from the funeral home. Beth’s eyes lit up when she saw it.
“Sings!” she said laughing, obviously meaning ‘swings.’ She dropped her doll in her excitement, so he bent down, still holding her firmly in one arm, to pick it up. She giggled as she was swooped backwards in the process, her soft hair falling in her face when he brought her back up. She was the most precious thing ever.
“Yes those are swings,” he said, as he took her over towards them. “Do Miss Beth and her dolly friend want to swing?”
“Yes!”
He took her to the swings and fastened her into the baby swing, carefully. He took her dolly and playfully put her in the swing next to Beth’s. Beth seemed pretty delighted at this. He gave the dolly a faked push, before giving Beth a light one.
She burst into laughter that just melted his heart. He loved the child, so much.
Beth was entertained with the swings for maybe five minutes. Hey, she was a good two year old, but still quite the two year old. “Up please,” she told him, the politest thing he had ever heard coming from a kid. It was definitely not something he would have ever uttered to his mother, especially not at that age. He picked her up and held her. She looked around them.
“Mommy?”
He swallowed. She had used the ‘M’ word a few times over the past days and he had been so lost. He knew that it was time to take the advice that his wonderful boyfriend had given him. He took the little girl over to a grassy hill just near the swings, when she started crying. He frowned. She wasn’t stupid, she was two. She wanted her mommy. He set her down on the hill then took off his jacket and laid it out. Kurt would probably whine about him messing with the nice jacket he’d picked out, but who really cared? He sat his daughter on the jacket.
“Honey, can we talk for a minute?” he asked, knowing that was the dumbest way to enter a conversation with a two year old. He knew honestly that you could not have a conversation with a two year old but that was for his benefit, going through the motions of a conversation. That was for him, while the words were for Beth.
"Your mommy went to be an angel," Puck said softly, holding the tiny girl in his arms just a little closer. "She's up in the sky, watching over everyone, especially her baby." He poked the little girl's nose, to get her attention. Beth looked up at her with a sleepy smile.
"I’m her baby," she mumbled still whining a little bit, but at least there were only tiny glimmers of tears in her eyes.
He nodded, tears in his own eyes that he just couldn't fight. He let them fall, kissing her soft hair. "Mommy really loves you and is gonna keep you safe always."
She turned to him and looked into his eyes. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. He melted. "Mommy’s star," she said quietly. Puck figured that was something that Shelby had told her often. It made sense.
"Yep baby girl, mommy's up with the stars and I promise, daddy's gonna love you and take care of you for mommy. He's gonna love you forever and ever. I promised mommy that I'd keep you here with me, while she can't be with you and I always will."
Beth nodded. She leaned up into his ear and whispered something that surprised him. “Where’s Kurt?” she asked, in a very clear tone. “Wants Kurt.”
“I want Kurt too. Let’s go find him,” he said, giving her another tickle.
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Rating: R
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Word Count: 930 this chapter | 8530 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.
The funeral was beautiful, if a funeral could really be beautiful. Shelby’s mother had arranged everything perfectly, spotlessly. “It reminds me of her,” Rachel said softly, sitting on Kurt’s opposite side, “everything about this arrangement, really.” Rachel looked depressed and a little bit confused. Puck didn’t blame her. Everything about the funeral arrangement and the whole sudden tragedy was both depressing and confusing.
Beth was in his arms, half asleep, confused and uncertain of all the commotion around her. She was entertaining herself with one of the toys that Shelby’s mother had pointed out as her favorite, a tiny baby doll with blonde hair. She was a good child, the kind of child who could be quiet with a toy. It wasn’t fair that she was sitting here at her own mother’s funeral. He was trying his best not to cry, because he didn’t cry, but it was hard not to. It wasn’t the death that made him cry, it was the little girl left behind. She didn’t deserve to suffer like this. She didn’t even know that she was suffering, too young to truly understand what she had lost.
“I’m gonna go take Beth over to the park we passed on our way in,” he said softly, the moment that the ceremony ended and dissolved into a reception. He was tired of trying to distract her from all of the sadness all around her. She was his baby and he didn’t want her to have to deal with all of the tragedy. “This is too much for a little kid, and way too much for me.”
Kurt nodded slowly, understanding. “Rachel wants to go talk to Shelby’s mother. I’m going to go with her. Take care baby, both of you.”
The little park was not too far from the funeral home. Beth’s eyes lit up when she saw it.
“Sings!” she said laughing, obviously meaning ‘swings.’ She dropped her doll in her excitement, so he bent down, still holding her firmly in one arm, to pick it up. She giggled as she was swooped backwards in the process, her soft hair falling in her face when he brought her back up. She was the most precious thing ever.
“Yes those are swings,” he said, as he took her over towards them. “Do Miss Beth and her dolly friend want to swing?”
“Yes!”
He took her to the swings and fastened her into the baby swing, carefully. He took her dolly and playfully put her in the swing next to Beth’s. Beth seemed pretty delighted at this. He gave the dolly a faked push, before giving Beth a light one.
She burst into laughter that just melted his heart. He loved the child, so much.
Beth was entertained with the swings for maybe five minutes. Hey, she was a good two year old, but still quite the two year old. “Up please,” she told him, the politest thing he had ever heard coming from a kid. It was definitely not something he would have ever uttered to his mother, especially not at that age. He picked her up and held her. She looked around them.
“Mommy?”
He swallowed. She had used the ‘M’ word a few times over the past days and he had been so lost. He knew that it was time to take the advice that his wonderful boyfriend had given him. He took the little girl over to a grassy hill just near the swings, when she started crying. He frowned. She wasn’t stupid, she was two. She wanted her mommy. He set her down on the hill then took off his jacket and laid it out. Kurt would probably whine about him messing with the nice jacket he’d picked out, but who really cared? He sat his daughter on the jacket.
“Honey, can we talk for a minute?” he asked, knowing that was the dumbest way to enter a conversation with a two year old. He knew honestly that you could not have a conversation with a two year old but that was for his benefit, going through the motions of a conversation. That was for him, while the words were for Beth.
"Your mommy went to be an angel," Puck said softly, holding the tiny girl in his arms just a little closer. "She's up in the sky, watching over everyone, especially her baby." He poked the little girl's nose, to get her attention. Beth looked up at her with a sleepy smile.
"I’m her baby," she mumbled still whining a little bit, but at least there were only tiny glimmers of tears in her eyes.
He nodded, tears in his own eyes that he just couldn't fight. He let them fall, kissing her soft hair. "Mommy really loves you and is gonna keep you safe always."
She turned to him and looked into his eyes. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. He melted. "Mommy’s star," she said quietly. Puck figured that was something that Shelby had told her often. It made sense.
"Yep baby girl, mommy's up with the stars and I promise, daddy's gonna love you and take care of you for mommy. He's gonna love you forever and ever. I promised mommy that I'd keep you here with me, while she can't be with you and I always will."
Beth nodded. She leaned up into his ear and whispered something that surprised him. “Where’s Kurt?” she asked, in a very clear tone. “Wants Kurt.”
“I want Kurt too. Let’s go find him,” he said, giving her another tickle.