30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Days Twenty AND Twenty-One
Sorry, guys! Yesterday got away from me. Happy belated solstice.
Welcome to Days Twenty & Twenty-One of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
Welcome to Days Twenty & Twenty-One of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
Puck creeps in at God-fuck-knows-what-hour, and at least does his best to avoid crashing into anything breakable on his way to the shower. He forgets to pocket his keys and instead drops them onto the kitchenette counter with a clatter; but Kurt's a pretty sound sleeper once he gets there and Puck just locks the bathroom door behind him and tries not to think about facing-off with a grumpy, half-conscious roomate.
Twenty minutes later he emerges, pulling on his sweats and resigned to three hours parked in front of the box until his brain stops pounding.
Kurt's filling the kettle up.
"...You ok?" Puck grunts, stomach sinking at the thought of dealing with a Hummel bitch-out after the night he's had. But Kurt just pushes a hand self-consciously back through his bed-hair and clicks the lid closed.
"Fine. Couldn't sleep." He's lying. "How about you? You look beat."
"Had better shifts." Puck admits shortly, slipping into the kitchen ( ... )
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