30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day 30 (The End Is Here)
It's over. I hope the rest of you have had fun; I know I have and I can't believe how sad I am to see this month end!
raving_liberal or I will post a "make up" post for those who need to catch up on drabbling, sometime over this holiday weekend. We'll also be making a post about the great graphics that have been made so you can all snag some! Finally, we hope ( Read more... )
raving_liberal or I will post a "make up" post for those who need to catch up on drabbling, sometime over this holiday weekend. We'll also be making a post about the great graphics that have been made so you can all snag some! Finally, we hope ( Read more... )
“Come on,” Kurt says, hand pulling at the hand clasped in his. “You can do this. He’s really not that scary.”
Puck scowls at him from the corner of his eyes and keeps his face turned toward the Hummel home. The light radiating from the widows catches in his eyes and sends their colour dancing with clarity and brightness. And fear. “Are you nuts? Of course he is!”
Kurt scoffs. “What happened to you being a badass? Doesn’t your irrational fear of one man kind of mess with your image?”
Puck’s fingers tighten their grasp a little, not enough to hurt, and he says, “I think I’m allowed to be a little intimidated, dude.”
“But why?” Kurt’s voice shines with exasperation.
“Because your dad’s like Bowser. He’s one scary dude.”
Little giggles puff from Kurt’s lips as they ascend the front walkway toward his house for their first Friday night dinner as a couple. “Just don’t call me Peach.”
Puck smirks. “Whatever you say, princess.”
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TrustKurt slips out of bed silently and the covers drag over his exposed skin with nary a rasp. The floor is cold on his feet and goosebumps rise on his flesh as his sleep-warm skin meets the early-morning air of the bedroom ( ... )
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I love that we got to see what happened. But, awww. Poor Puck and Kurt.
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