STORY: Sticks, Stones, and Knives
Kurt never changed. It was strange, yet true. Puck rembered the many football changes when Kurt was always in his uniform before everyone else, and refused to change until everyone else did.
Even now that Kurt was in Cheerios, he still never changed. Always the same uniform, no matter how sweaty. It was just so... Un-Kurt-like. He didn't think Kurt could stand sweat, since that was technically dirt.
Puck had even tried confronting Kurt about it, stating his question clearly. Kurt had only scoffed at him, used a big and confusing word that he assumed was an insult, and swaggered off.
But he recognized a look in Kurt's eyes. It was the same look his Mom had whenever he asked her about his father. It meant a strong, honest-to-god pain.
He needed to know why. He wasn't quite sure why the fairy fascinated him so much, but Kurt was... Different.
He didn't get angry when Puck insulted him. He ignored the many and frequent times the jocks took him dumpster swimming. Everyone slushie-ing him was a mere annoyance.
These were meant to hurt Kurt, to insult him and push him down. But he was a cockroach- you couldn't kill the damn thing. So Puck didn't understand why it could hurt so much to ask why Kurt didn't change his clothes.
Puck was smart enough; he figured that it had something to do with his upper torso. He probably wouldn't take his shirt off in specific. Puck was determined to find out why.
Once, after a basketball game, Puck had pulled Kurt around the back off the bleachers after everyone left.
"Take off your shirt." he'd growled, holding one of kurt's wrists tight enough so he couldn't escape.
Kurt had only snorted with a shake of his head. "Sorry, I don't do that until the fifth date. And dumpster dives or slushie facials don't count."
"I need to know why you don't change." Puck had confessed, his grip loosening on Kurt's wrist.
Kurt had only slid his wrist out of Puck's hand, whispering before he stalked away, "Not in your lifetime."
Now here Puck stood, waiting outside of the boy's changing room. Sue and Coach Tanaka forced Kurt to use the boy's instead of girls, due to the showers. It honestly just made things worse though.
Puck guessed that Kurt didn't want to do every single guy he met, just like how girls acted, but still. It always seemed extrmley awkward.
It was still an hour and a half before that days basketball game began, but Puck had seen Kurt enter the bathroom cautiously. It might be Puck's only chance.
Kurt had to wear a costume for Glee after practicing a group number, and didn't have time to change back. He was probably putting on his Cheerio's uniform right now.
Puck cracked the door open a bit, peeking threw the small gap. Crap, he'd seen Hummel in his underwear.
Puck noticed that Hummel did wear boxers, meaning he was probably a guy. Probably.
Puck let his gaze drift upward, feeling like a voyeur or Mr. Ryerson, but then he saw Hummel's back.
In Kurt's already pale skin, the word 'Fag' in capital letters.
Puck's stomach sunk, feeling slghtly sick. The words were obviously carved in deep, the words destined to be there forever. No amount of surgery or cover-up could hide those letters.
Puck saw Kurt glance over his shoulder, and out of desperation, Puck had closed the door. Breathing slowly, Puck dragged himself away from the changing room, merely wondering about what could've happened.
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Puck let the image of Kurt's mangled back haunt his mind for a week. Then he couldn't stand his mind drifting to the picture much longer.
Kurt had detention with him next week for wearing some tall feathery hat that was a 'distraction during class'.
Puck had detention merely because Puck always had detention for some reason. Picking up a sheet of paper, Puck wrote for the first time in three months.
'i saw it.' he wrote, not caring for grammar.
'you saw what, exactly?' Kurt asked, sharing the same ignorance of capitalization.
'your back. Who wrote it?' puck asked, looking up at the detention teacher. She was currently engrossed in painting her nails.
Puck saw Kurt stretch his lips into a straight line, his aqua eyes becoming cold and hard and distant. After avpause, Kurt simply wrote, 'some people go farther than just words, you know.'
"Sticks and stones may break your bones..." Puck mused, a mirthless smile upon his face as Kurt finished sentence with, "but words can be carved into your skin with a knife."
"Shuddup! I haven't had a drink in two hours and the buzz's gettin' to me!" the detention teacher yelled, silencing the already quiet world that Puck and Kurt remained in.
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Puck followed the obviously peeved Kurt out of detention, quickening his pace to catch up with him.
"I didn't know anyone was doing stuff like that to you," Puck confessed, shrugging a bit.
"You don't know alot of stuff about me." Kurt replied stonily, continuing his fast walk.
"Well, maybe I could learn." Puck offered, looking directly at Kurt.
"Are you serious?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Dead serious." Puck said, stopping to grab Kurt's hand. It was in the middle of the sidewalk, in view of everyone. Kurt realized Puck was being serious for once.
"Fine. But my house, not yours. Your sister freaks me out." Kurt said, pulling his hand away from Puck's. But Puck dent mind.
He now knew that neither sticks, stones, words, or even knives could ever break Kurt.
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reply to an angst prompt I'll post a link to later in glee_angst_meme
Even now that Kurt was in Cheerios, he still never changed. Always the same uniform, no matter how sweaty. It was just so... Un-Kurt-like. He didn't think Kurt could stand sweat, since that was technically dirt.
Puck had even tried confronting Kurt about it, stating his question clearly. Kurt had only scoffed at him, used a big and confusing word that he assumed was an insult, and swaggered off.
But he recognized a look in Kurt's eyes. It was the same look his Mom had whenever he asked her about his father. It meant a strong, honest-to-god pain.
He needed to know why. He wasn't quite sure why the fairy fascinated him so much, but Kurt was... Different.
He didn't get angry when Puck insulted him. He ignored the many and frequent times the jocks took him dumpster swimming. Everyone slushie-ing him was a mere annoyance.
These were meant to hurt Kurt, to insult him and push him down. But he was a cockroach- you couldn't kill the damn thing. So Puck didn't understand why it could hurt so much to ask why Kurt didn't change his clothes.
Puck was smart enough; he figured that it had something to do with his upper torso. He probably wouldn't take his shirt off in specific. Puck was determined to find out why.
Once, after a basketball game, Puck had pulled Kurt around the back off the bleachers after everyone left.
"Take off your shirt." he'd growled, holding one of kurt's wrists tight enough so he couldn't escape.
Kurt had only snorted with a shake of his head. "Sorry, I don't do that until the fifth date. And dumpster dives or slushie facials don't count."
"I need to know why you don't change." Puck had confessed, his grip loosening on Kurt's wrist.
Kurt had only slid his wrist out of Puck's hand, whispering before he stalked away, "Not in your lifetime."
Now here Puck stood, waiting outside of the boy's changing room. Sue and Coach Tanaka forced Kurt to use the boy's instead of girls, due to the showers. It honestly just made things worse though.
Puck guessed that Kurt didn't want to do every single guy he met, just like how girls acted, but still. It always seemed extrmley awkward.
It was still an hour and a half before that days basketball game began, but Puck had seen Kurt enter the bathroom cautiously. It might be Puck's only chance.
Kurt had to wear a costume for Glee after practicing a group number, and didn't have time to change back. He was probably putting on his Cheerio's uniform right now.
Puck cracked the door open a bit, peeking threw the small gap. Crap, he'd seen Hummel in his underwear.
Puck noticed that Hummel did wear boxers, meaning he was probably a guy. Probably.
Puck let his gaze drift upward, feeling like a voyeur or Mr. Ryerson, but then he saw Hummel's back.
In Kurt's already pale skin, the word 'Fag' in capital letters.
Puck's stomach sunk, feeling slghtly sick. The words were obviously carved in deep, the words destined to be there forever. No amount of surgery or cover-up could hide those letters.
Puck saw Kurt glance over his shoulder, and out of desperation, Puck had closed the door. Breathing slowly, Puck dragged himself away from the changing room, merely wondering about what could've happened.
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Puck let the image of Kurt's mangled back haunt his mind for a week. Then he couldn't stand his mind drifting to the picture much longer.
Kurt had detention with him next week for wearing some tall feathery hat that was a 'distraction during class'.
Puck had detention merely because Puck always had detention for some reason. Picking up a sheet of paper, Puck wrote for the first time in three months.
'i saw it.' he wrote, not caring for grammar.
'you saw what, exactly?' Kurt asked, sharing the same ignorance of capitalization.
'your back. Who wrote it?' puck asked, looking up at the detention teacher. She was currently engrossed in painting her nails.
Puck saw Kurt stretch his lips into a straight line, his aqua eyes becoming cold and hard and distant. After avpause, Kurt simply wrote, 'some people go farther than just words, you know.'
"Sticks and stones may break your bones..." Puck mused, a mirthless smile upon his face as Kurt finished sentence with, "but words can be carved into your skin with a knife."
"Shuddup! I haven't had a drink in two hours and the buzz's gettin' to me!" the detention teacher yelled, silencing the already quiet world that Puck and Kurt remained in.
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Puck followed the obviously peeved Kurt out of detention, quickening his pace to catch up with him.
"I didn't know anyone was doing stuff like that to you," Puck confessed, shrugging a bit.
"You don't know alot of stuff about me." Kurt replied stonily, continuing his fast walk.
"Well, maybe I could learn." Puck offered, looking directly at Kurt.
"Are you serious?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Dead serious." Puck said, stopping to grab Kurt's hand. It was in the middle of the sidewalk, in view of everyone. Kurt realized Puck was being serious for once.
"Fine. But my house, not yours. Your sister freaks me out." Kurt said, pulling his hand away from Puck's. But Puck dent mind.
He now knew that neither sticks, stones, words, or even knives could ever break Kurt.
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reply to an angst prompt I'll post a link to later in glee_angst_meme