Need You Now: Another shot of whiskey (2/4?)
Title: Need You Now: Another Shot of Whiskey (2/4?)
Author: wearemagnetised
Rating: Pg-13 I guess, I'm not good with ratings.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puckurt
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warning: Underage drinking, a hint of violence and a barely-even-there bit of blood.
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
Summary: AU inspired by the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. I'm incapable of summarising things so just listen to the song if you haven't already
Word Count: 341
A/N: So this is part 2. Sorry it took a while despite being so short. I was just so busy I sort of forgot to post :P
| Part 1 |
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From the outside, nothing about the small house looked out of place but a step through the threshold and the sense of utmost despair would hit a person like a freight train. After the blow had left them swaying, the unbearable smell of alcohol would use opportunity to plant one below the belt, slamming into them and knocking them clean off their feet. Shards of broken glass awaited them on the stained floor, ready to inflict them with yet even more excruciating pain.
Then the sounds would come. The growling, screaming, pounding; the shattering of empty glass bottles and of a heart that was once full of bliss. Sanity did not exist here. Across the minefield, he slumped down to the ground with his back pressed against the kitchen cupboard, shoulders hunched, knuckles white around bottle of cheap whiskey. Surrounded by all the alcohol he found in the house and could afford to buy, his eyes stared unblinking at the front door, his breathing ragged.
He closed his eyes and brought the drink to his lips. An image of Kurt bouncing in, a brilliant smile gracing his lips flooded his memory again like a knife to the gut. The ghost of Kurt's voice whispering his name twisted the blade in further. Noah. What he wouldn't do to hear it again, even if it the voice was filled with rage. He just needed to near his name on Kurt's tongue again, just once more.
He glanced at the clock. It was a quarter passed one in the morning, if he called now Kurt would probably be asleep and might pick up in his sleepy haze before he could think it through. Noah scrambled forward and put his hands on the floor to push himself up in search of the phone. His right palm pressed against the gleaming edge of a piece of glass and blood began to flow from the cut but he felt nothing. He only wished that his heart and mind would become as numb as his body was. He longed for the ability to drink the ache away and for the first time in his life, Noah cursed himself for being able to hold his liquor.
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A/N2: And that's it for now. Part 3's not written yet. I have the general idea but no specific plot line yet so I do apologise do those who actually read this story because it might take a while before I can get part 3 done. It will probably be a lot longer than the first 2, I really don't know.
Author: wearemagnetised
Rating: Pg-13 I guess, I'm not good with ratings.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puckurt
Genre: Romance/Angst
Warning: Underage drinking, a hint of violence and a barely-even-there bit of blood.
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
Summary: AU inspired by the song Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. I'm incapable of summarising things so just listen to the song if you haven't already
Word Count: 341
A/N: So this is part 2. Sorry it took a while despite being so short. I was just so busy I sort of forgot to post :P
| Part 1 |
__________________________________________________________
From the outside, nothing about the small house looked out of place but a step through the threshold and the sense of utmost despair would hit a person like a freight train. After the blow had left them swaying, the unbearable smell of alcohol would use opportunity to plant one below the belt, slamming into them and knocking them clean off their feet. Shards of broken glass awaited them on the stained floor, ready to inflict them with yet even more excruciating pain.
Then the sounds would come. The growling, screaming, pounding; the shattering of empty glass bottles and of a heart that was once full of bliss. Sanity did not exist here. Across the minefield, he slumped down to the ground with his back pressed against the kitchen cupboard, shoulders hunched, knuckles white around bottle of cheap whiskey. Surrounded by all the alcohol he found in the house and could afford to buy, his eyes stared unblinking at the front door, his breathing ragged.
He closed his eyes and brought the drink to his lips. An image of Kurt bouncing in, a brilliant smile gracing his lips flooded his memory again like a knife to the gut. The ghost of Kurt's voice whispering his name twisted the blade in further. Noah. What he wouldn't do to hear it again, even if it the voice was filled with rage. He just needed to near his name on Kurt's tongue again, just once more.
He glanced at the clock. It was a quarter passed one in the morning, if he called now Kurt would probably be asleep and might pick up in his sleepy haze before he could think it through. Noah scrambled forward and put his hands on the floor to push himself up in search of the phone. His right palm pressed against the gleaming edge of a piece of glass and blood began to flow from the cut but he felt nothing. He only wished that his heart and mind would become as numb as his body was. He longed for the ability to drink the ache away and for the first time in his life, Noah cursed himself for being able to hold his liquor.
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A/N2: And that's it for now. Part 3's not written yet. I have the general idea but no specific plot line yet so I do apologise do those who actually read this story because it might take a while before I can get part 3 done. It will probably be a lot longer than the first 2, I really don't know.