First Hit (AU/PG-13) (31 Firsts)lumenbabyJanuary 23 2012, 17:07:30 UTC
Continuation of First Song.
"How could you, Puck!"
I'm pushed out of the way suddenly, and I sprawl to the floor. My hands slap against the tiled floor, and my palms begin to sting with the impact. I blink, unable to understand what just happened. One moment I'm kissing Noah, forgiving him and so happy to be back in his arms, and then I'm on the floor.
"What -?"
A smack sounded around the room. Gasps sprang from mouths.
"Hey!" Finn.
"What the hell?" Artie.
"Uh, what's going on?" Mike.
Noah's next to me in a moment, on his knees, an arm ringing around my waist and pulling me up from the ground. My hands clutch his shirt, my fingers curling into the fabric. His hand slips up my back to cradle my head, fingers splayed on the back of my skull, his wrist holding up my neck.
"Babe, you okay?" he mumbles, using his free hand to stroke my cheek softly. I blink a few times, my head spinning. I'm still confused.
"What happened -?" I squint. Was Noah's cheek red? Reaching out, I trace my finger across his cheek bone. Frowning, I turn to where I stood
( ... )
Re: First Hit (AU/PG-13) (31 Firsts)sazzy_kittenJanuary 24 2012, 15:49:05 UTC
Aw, I feel the worst for Kurt. Here he is, enjoying his boyfriends apology and then he starts getting shoved around. But hooray for protective!Puck! :D Loved it, especially hypocritical anger issues. ♥
"How could you, Puck!"
I'm pushed out of the way suddenly, and I sprawl to the floor. My hands slap against the tiled floor, and my palms begin to sting with the impact. I blink, unable to understand what just happened. One moment I'm kissing Noah, forgiving him and so happy to be back in his arms, and then I'm on the floor.
"What -?"
A smack sounded around the room. Gasps sprang from mouths.
"Hey!" Finn.
"What the hell?" Artie.
"Uh, what's going on?" Mike.
Noah's next to me in a moment, on his knees, an arm ringing around my waist and pulling me up from the ground. My hands clutch his shirt, my fingers curling into the fabric. His hand slips up my back to cradle my head, fingers splayed on the back of my skull, his wrist holding up my neck.
"Babe, you okay?" he mumbles, using his free hand to stroke my cheek softly. I blink a few times, my head spinning. I'm still confused.
"What happened -?" I squint. Was Noah's cheek red? Reaching out, I trace my finger across his cheek bone. Frowning, I turn to where I stood ( ... )
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