Round Three - Prompt: Hope
Prompt: Hope
We had one forfeit this round, so this prompt has two amazing competitors. Don't forget to vote below!
Entry One: Smell the Roses, Throw Them Down
Weeks after Blaine stops sending flowers, Kurt begins to wonder if he’ll ever be happy.
He’s still wondering when, a month and a half after the continental divide in his heart, there’s a banging at their apartment door. Kurt and Rachel look up from their game of Life (in which Kurt had just started catching up) and to each other in surprised confusion. Half wondering if Blaine had been saving flower-money for another plane ticket, Kurt stops thinking completely when he finds himself standing face to face with a black-clad sexy hunk of a man with the prettiest hazel eyes and a shaved head. It takes an awkward staring match and a question from Rachel for Kurt to finally recognize a matured Noah Puckerman.
There are gasps and dropped jaws and exclamations, and in all of five minutes, Puck is between Kurt and Rachel on the couch being peppered with questions. Puck just takes it, offering cool responses and a glimpse of familiar cockiness all the way up to when Kurt asks, “So what are you doing here?” -and then he sort of gathers himself as he focuses on Kurt with a strange determination in his eyes. Strange, because Kurt thinks he’s seen a similar expression but way less intense, and he’s only seen it with…Lauren? No...Quinn? Eh, closer but…Beth. That’s it…Wait, what -
“Kurt Hummel, I need you to marry me. Please.”
“…The hell?”
More shock and a fuck-ton of disbelief almost muffle Rachel’s delayed shrieks and Puck’s rushed, begging plea to hear him out. Kurt is still gaping as Puck launches into his tale about Sarah. And as Puck speaks, Kurt finally notices how tired the guy looks, with the dark circles beneath his eyes and his jaw’s haggard shadow, and the helpless sagging in his shoulders and the nervous clenching of his fists on his thighs. The mature veil is gone, revealing a heartsick boy desperate to make his little sister happy.
“…For Sarah. Please, Kurt, I’ll do anything.”
Suddenly, Puck’s on his knees on the couch, clasping Kurt’s limp left hand while fumbling with a small black box from his jacket pocket. Rachel catches a glimpse and yelps again through her horrified tears, while Kurt’s heart barely restarts before it begins to crumble all over again. Puck is his friend, and Kurt never thought something could break him more than losing Beth the first time. But 11-year young Sarah is dying of leukemia, the treatment isn’t working anymore, and her Wish is to be in Puck’s wedding. Altogether, it’s obviously too much for Puck who’s been putting his pool-money toward Sarah’s treatment this whole time.
The wedding has already been arranged, in Disney World as per Sarah’s request. Literally, all Kurt has to do is say yes.
And Kurt doesn’t at all get why he’s Puck’s sole choice, or even an option at all, but he once again blames whatever the fuck’s in NYC’s water because he doesn’t know how to say no right now.
Entry Two: Daring or Not?
The waiting room has the same shade of green, same coldness as last time. Kurt shivers, strengthening his hand on Noah's. He doesn't want to look at his husband; he sees it in his mind, the false smile, stressful face, eyes as terrified as hopeful. Instead, he looks at his watch.
They have been there for three hours.
He keeps his eyes open, he doesn't want to visualize Max, and it would be too hard.
They had been so sure he would be theirs, despite the changes in Mercedes during the last month of her pregnancy. They didn't realize what it meant before it was too late. She gave birth and kept her baby in spite of her promises. In their minds, Max was already theirs. He lost his best friend and his baby the same day, three years ago.
It had been hard to carry on, to rebuild themselves, to learn again how to be a family of two after hoping to be three for so many months, to speak about children again, to dare to hope for it.
Rachel offered to be their surrogate mother this time, swearing not to change her mind, but they couldn't.
They couldn't lose her like they did with Mercedes. It was just unthinkable.
She has been their anchor. She convinced them it wasn't a bad omen, that they have so much to offer to a child, helped them to try again, found an adoption agency, wrote a beautiful letter for them and it worked.
The young Quinn thinks they are perfect for her baby. She doesn't want to be part of its life, only wants it to be happy and well-cared for. She even wrote a letter for it; everything is going as planned, but neither of them dares to hope for it, until the baby is in their arms and the papers signed.
Hopes and dreams are wonderful things if no one crashes them, because then, there is nothing harder than learning to hope and dream again.
Someone finally comes for them: she is smiling this time. Maybe it will be okay. He feels his husband's hand loosen itself and when he looks, Noah seems more serene.
The walk in the corridor is long and he can't prevent hope and happiness from filling his heart and mind.
This time is the one, he can feel it. His smile blossoms when they reach the maternity ward.
Pregnancies are full of surprises, last time the result had been awful, this time it's just wonderful.
Two, they are two.
They didn't even dare to hope for one and got two!
Clara and Hope Puckerman-Hummel.
They are smiling and enjoying the happiness of having their babies in their arms when Kurt realises something: they bought the strict necessities, choosing to buy more when everything would be finalized, so now they have lots of thing to do. He should be stressing, but for now he just wants to make the most of it so he does.
Poll Prompt: Hope
We had one forfeit this round, so this prompt has two amazing competitors. Don't forget to vote below!
Entry One: Smell the Roses, Throw Them Down
Weeks after Blaine stops sending flowers, Kurt begins to wonder if he’ll ever be happy.
He’s still wondering when, a month and a half after the continental divide in his heart, there’s a banging at their apartment door. Kurt and Rachel look up from their game of Life (in which Kurt had just started catching up) and to each other in surprised confusion. Half wondering if Blaine had been saving flower-money for another plane ticket, Kurt stops thinking completely when he finds himself standing face to face with a black-clad sexy hunk of a man with the prettiest hazel eyes and a shaved head. It takes an awkward staring match and a question from Rachel for Kurt to finally recognize a matured Noah Puckerman.
There are gasps and dropped jaws and exclamations, and in all of five minutes, Puck is between Kurt and Rachel on the couch being peppered with questions. Puck just takes it, offering cool responses and a glimpse of familiar cockiness all the way up to when Kurt asks, “So what are you doing here?” -and then he sort of gathers himself as he focuses on Kurt with a strange determination in his eyes. Strange, because Kurt thinks he’s seen a similar expression but way less intense, and he’s only seen it with…Lauren? No...Quinn? Eh, closer but…Beth. That’s it…Wait, what -
“Kurt Hummel, I need you to marry me. Please.”
“…The hell?”
More shock and a fuck-ton of disbelief almost muffle Rachel’s delayed shrieks and Puck’s rushed, begging plea to hear him out. Kurt is still gaping as Puck launches into his tale about Sarah. And as Puck speaks, Kurt finally notices how tired the guy looks, with the dark circles beneath his eyes and his jaw’s haggard shadow, and the helpless sagging in his shoulders and the nervous clenching of his fists on his thighs. The mature veil is gone, revealing a heartsick boy desperate to make his little sister happy.
“…For Sarah. Please, Kurt, I’ll do anything.”
Suddenly, Puck’s on his knees on the couch, clasping Kurt’s limp left hand while fumbling with a small black box from his jacket pocket. Rachel catches a glimpse and yelps again through her horrified tears, while Kurt’s heart barely restarts before it begins to crumble all over again. Puck is his friend, and Kurt never thought something could break him more than losing Beth the first time. But 11-year young Sarah is dying of leukemia, the treatment isn’t working anymore, and her Wish is to be in Puck’s wedding. Altogether, it’s obviously too much for Puck who’s been putting his pool-money toward Sarah’s treatment this whole time.
The wedding has already been arranged, in Disney World as per Sarah’s request. Literally, all Kurt has to do is say yes.
And Kurt doesn’t at all get why he’s Puck’s sole choice, or even an option at all, but he once again blames whatever the fuck’s in NYC’s water because he doesn’t know how to say no right now.
Entry Two: Daring or Not?
The waiting room has the same shade of green, same coldness as last time. Kurt shivers, strengthening his hand on Noah's. He doesn't want to look at his husband; he sees it in his mind, the false smile, stressful face, eyes as terrified as hopeful. Instead, he looks at his watch.
They have been there for three hours.
He keeps his eyes open, he doesn't want to visualize Max, and it would be too hard.
They had been so sure he would be theirs, despite the changes in Mercedes during the last month of her pregnancy. They didn't realize what it meant before it was too late. She gave birth and kept her baby in spite of her promises. In their minds, Max was already theirs. He lost his best friend and his baby the same day, three years ago.
It had been hard to carry on, to rebuild themselves, to learn again how to be a family of two after hoping to be three for so many months, to speak about children again, to dare to hope for it.
Rachel offered to be their surrogate mother this time, swearing not to change her mind, but they couldn't.
They couldn't lose her like they did with Mercedes. It was just unthinkable.
She has been their anchor. She convinced them it wasn't a bad omen, that they have so much to offer to a child, helped them to try again, found an adoption agency, wrote a beautiful letter for them and it worked.
The young Quinn thinks they are perfect for her baby. She doesn't want to be part of its life, only wants it to be happy and well-cared for. She even wrote a letter for it; everything is going as planned, but neither of them dares to hope for it, until the baby is in their arms and the papers signed.
Hopes and dreams are wonderful things if no one crashes them, because then, there is nothing harder than learning to hope and dream again.
Someone finally comes for them: she is smiling this time. Maybe it will be okay. He feels his husband's hand loosen itself and when he looks, Noah seems more serene.
The walk in the corridor is long and he can't prevent hope and happiness from filling his heart and mind.
This time is the one, he can feel it. His smile blossoms when they reach the maternity ward.
Pregnancies are full of surprises, last time the result had been awful, this time it's just wonderful.
Two, they are two.
They didn't even dare to hope for one and got two!
Clara and Hope Puckerman-Hummel.
They are smiling and enjoying the happiness of having their babies in their arms when Kurt realises something: they bought the strict necessities, choosing to buy more when everything would be finalized, so now they have lots of thing to do. He should be stressing, but for now he just wants to make the most of it so he does.
Poll Prompt: Hope