30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Twenty-Eight
Welcome to Day Twenty-Eight 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.
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
Whenever he's alone, or at least reasonably sure no one's paying attention to him, Puck picks at the scabs on his lower belly. He likes it when they bleed and he hopes that the more he picks at them and the longer it takes for them to heal, the better they'll scar. Plus, he likes the constant reminder of what Kurt's done to him. He feels turned inside out and exposed, every nerve raw and wanting.
He feels like love's bitch and he doesn't even care. He feels safe.
Puck saves up his money for something. He's not quite sure for what, but he figures Kurt will know. Maybe they'll ditch this place and live out of Puck's truck until they figure out what the hell to do with the rest of their lives. Maybe they'll just stay in Lima and rot away.
One afternoon, Puck finds Kurt hanging out with his Skank friends, so he joins them, putting an arm around Kurt's waist and ignoring the glares some of the girls give him. He thinks the multiple fake IDs and the Mohawk and the tattoo and the ear studs ( ... )
Reply
Leave a comment