Need You Now: Picture-Perfect Memories (1/4?)
Title: Need You Now: Picture-Perfect Memories (1/4?)
Author: wearemagnetised
Rating: Pg-13 I guess, I'm not good with ratings.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puckurt
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warning: None for this part.
Spoilers: None really if you've seen the show at all. But let's say up to Preggers to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights belong to FOX
Author Notes: AU inspired by the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum.
Summary: I'm incapable of summarising things so just listen to the song if you haven't already
Word Count: 341
A/N: The chapters are really quite short but I'm shit at expanding the plot so short is all I can do.
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The spacious basement was almost completely dark, save for a small lamp barely glowing on the carpeted floor. The ghostly light was casted over what looked like a hundred Polaroid photos littering the surface, making the radiant faces in them seem unnaturally daunting and tragic. No sound could be heard besides the almost unnoticeable whimpers eliciting from the dark hunched-up figure in the corner furthest away from the stairs.
Kurt was curled up into himself, cheeks and eye-lashes glistening from the flowing tears. His bottom lip was bitten almost savagely between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to keep in the sounds of pain that were pushing their way out of his throat. His shoulders were tensed and shaking forcefully, clear warnings of the sobs that were threatening to break out from deep inside him once again.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't open his eyes; couldn't stand to risk seeing the picture-perfect memories of what was once his. He couldn't do it; he couldn't take the chance of reliving the agony for what would be the hundredth time. But he had to, he had to do it, he had to open his eyes. Repeating the mantra over and over in his head, Kurt fumbled around blindly in search for his cell phone. A bright light suddenly illuminated the small corner, making his eyes burn from the abuse after being in the dark for so long.
The display read 1:15 a.m. Kurt shakily pressed the first number on his speed dial; his thumb hovered uncertainly over the glowing green button. He didn't know what he would say, didn't know if he could manage not to break down in tears again as soon as the call was picked up, or if it would be answered in the first place. I just need to hear his voice again he reasoned I just need to hear his voice and then I'll hang up immediately. With his finger set on the 'call' button, Kurt closed his eyes once more and took in a deep breath.
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A/N2: Well I hope that wasn't too much of a waste of time for you.
| Part 2 |
Author: wearemagnetised
Rating: Pg-13 I guess, I'm not good with ratings.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puckurt
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warning: None for this part.
Spoilers: None really if you've seen the show at all. But let's say up to Preggers to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights belong to FOX
Author Notes: AU inspired by the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum.
Summary: I'm incapable of summarising things so just listen to the song if you haven't already
Word Count: 341
A/N: The chapters are really quite short but I'm shit at expanding the plot so short is all I can do.
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The spacious basement was almost completely dark, save for a small lamp barely glowing on the carpeted floor. The ghostly light was casted over what looked like a hundred Polaroid photos littering the surface, making the radiant faces in them seem unnaturally daunting and tragic. No sound could be heard besides the almost unnoticeable whimpers eliciting from the dark hunched-up figure in the corner furthest away from the stairs.
Kurt was curled up into himself, cheeks and eye-lashes glistening from the flowing tears. His bottom lip was bitten almost savagely between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to keep in the sounds of pain that were pushing their way out of his throat. His shoulders were tensed and shaking forcefully, clear warnings of the sobs that were threatening to break out from deep inside him once again.
He couldn't do it, he couldn't open his eyes; couldn't stand to risk seeing the picture-perfect memories of what was once his. He couldn't do it; he couldn't take the chance of reliving the agony for what would be the hundredth time. But he had to, he had to do it, he had to open his eyes. Repeating the mantra over and over in his head, Kurt fumbled around blindly in search for his cell phone. A bright light suddenly illuminated the small corner, making his eyes burn from the abuse after being in the dark for so long.
The display read 1:15 a.m. Kurt shakily pressed the first number on his speed dial; his thumb hovered uncertainly over the glowing green button. He didn't know what he would say, didn't know if he could manage not to break down in tears again as soon as the call was picked up, or if it would be answered in the first place. I just need to hear his voice again he reasoned I just need to hear his voice and then I'll hang up immediately. With his finger set on the 'call' button, Kurt closed his eyes once more and took in a deep breath.
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A/N2: Well I hope that wasn't too much of a waste of time for you.
| Part 2 |