Broken part 7
I think I'm getting back into the flow now, so fingers crossed.
Title: there's stars upon the walls and they all glow in the dark
Author: Nytegoddess
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Warnings: Little more Vindictive!Finn in here, plus Kurt being kinda awesome via fashion. Oh, and fluffy texting! (Would that be called 'flexting'?)
Author's Note: Finally they're back at school! I was beginning to think Puck would never leave the house again...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Thursday morning dawns with a sense of foreboding curling in Kurt’s stomach. The plows had been busy all of yesterday, clearing the roads enough that McKinley is open for learning and that means throwing Puck back into the swirling cesspool of high school drama. As he moves around his room getting ready ,Kurt finds himself getting more and more anxious. He hadn’t seen Puck after the movie last night, the other boy had been holed up in Burt’s office, on the phone with Kurt’s uncle discussing legalities, but Mercedes had given him a taste of the gossip Puck was going to be subjected to today. Word had traveled fast that he had quit Glee but the reasons circulating ranged from Mr. Schuester kicking him out because of the Mohawk to him getting Tina preggers, too and then Kurt’s personal favorite, that Puck was going to be on American Idol and so he had to keep a low profile until the live shows started. All the baby drama had started to die out but this would keep the rumor mills churning for another month, at least.
Kurt examines his outfit in the mirror, adjusting the mandarin collar of his leather jacket and smoothing it over his black and silver corset. Paired with his favorite skinny jeans, it made Kurt feel invincible, and the fact that he was only wearing a black tank underneath the tightly laced brocade meant if he couldn’t block Puck from the vicious gossip that awaited him, he could at least insure that it wasn’t the only topic of discussion.
The drive in Puck’s car is nice, with the two of them bickering over the radio and the speed limit and if Burt cheated at cards. It was an extension of the day before, a sort of camaraderie of shared experiences, and Kurt is so relaxed that he doesn’t notice until it’s too late the cluster of football players waiting at the door. He’s rethinking his corset plan when Puck slings an arm around his shoulder and pulls him in, loudly continuing their debate from the car about The Beatles vs. The Stones and quickly steering Kurt past the hulking jocks but not before he notices something interesting.
“You know they were glaring at you, right?” Kurt tries for offhand as he stows his books in his locker.
“Yeah. So?” Puck is the picture of not-giving-a-damn as he leans against the wall, ignoring the whispers and glances aimed his way. Kurt gives his hair a final check before turning to face the other boy.
“So for those of us who fall into the herbivore category, that usually doesn’t bode well.” Kurt crosses his arms and heads off down the hall to Spanish, Puck falling into step next to him.
“I knocked up the QB’s girl, they’re a little pissed and since I‘m not in Glee, I guess they figure Finn‘s ‘no dork-pounding rule‘ doesn‘t apply anymore. And I’m not a herbivore.”
Kurt sidesteps the remains of Rachel’s daily slushie and shoots Puck a look. “Well, you’re not exactly a carnivore anymore.” He points out.
Puck laughs and a freshman flinches and scuttles into the classroom. “Maybe I’m an omnivore, then.” He hitches his bag higher on his shoulder and smirks as he walks away. “Aren’t those the ones that go both ways?”
Kurt is more then a little ashamed to admit that he stands there, gaping, until the late bell rings. It makes him wonder all throughout third period Algebra exactly what he’s doing, trying so hard to protect and defend his primary tormentor since freshmen year. He thinks in circles, help versus hinder versus the odds that this is all an elaborate prank, running over the events of the past 36 hours, analyzing Puck’s actions, his responses and replies. The part of him that remembers every single time he wound up picking shreds of paper off his clothes says Puck’s playing him for the fool, but Kurt can still hear all too clearly the desperation in Noah’s voice as he sat in the kitchen, confessing a secret no one should have to keep. The argument between his head and heart is interrupted when he feels the slight vibration of his phone in his pocket. Mrs. Solomon is in the middle of a lecture on solving for y so he slips his iPhone under his desk and checks his messages.
} marco
Kurt can’t help the smile that wants to come out as his heart points out that no one will know Puck messaged him, so why do it unless he wanted to? That shuts his brain up for a minute and he slides down in his seat to reply.
{ Shouldn’t you be in class?
} classrooms make me twitchy. marco
Kurt mentally curses as he recalls where Puck said he once spent his days after school.
{ Sorry. I didn’t realize.
} don’t worry bout it. now for the last time, marco.
He tenses as Mrs. Solomon passes his desk before typing out a hasty reply.
{ You’re going to get me in trouble. Polo.
} you love it. marco.
{ Love is a strong word. Polo. What’s the point of this anyway?
} im bored. marco.
{ And I’m in class. Polo. Will I see you in Glee?
{ Noah?
{ Marco?
} i’ll b there. polo.
Kurt has never been so eager to get to Glee before. Puck had Marco’d him three more times, and gotten him trapped in that knock-knock-banana-orange joke in the middle of English Lit. which had landed him in trouble with Mr. Finnegan. He just had to make it to the choir room before anyone else so he could save Puck the embarrassment of walking in there alone. A final burst of speed and Kurt skids into the door, coming to a stop in front of the whole group, including Blondie and, he’s upset to see, Puck.
“Uh, sorry I’m late.”
The room is divided along the battlelines, Finn taking Quinn, Santana, Mike, and Blondie on one side and Puck, holding his guitar case like a shield in front of him, has Brittany and Artie on the other. Tina, Mercedes, and Matt are uncomfortably scattered in the middle, and Rachel is blithely talking with Brad at the piano. Kurt straightens his shoulders and purposefully heads for the empty chair on Puck’s right side, raising an eyebrow at Rachel’s look of disbelief. Dating the guidance counselor has apparently improved Mr. Schuester’s ability to read body language because he glosses over Puck’s return and quickly assigns them ballads again, telling them to choose a classic showtune to round out their more modern numbers since they don’t yet know what to expect from Regionals. Kurt allows himself to think that maybe, just maybe, they’ll make it through practice without a confrontation but that hope is dashed the moment Puck opens his case and discovers someone has cut all the strings on his acoustic.
“Oh my god.” Brittany sounds like she’s about to cry as she leans closer to inspect the cut ends. Noah just sits there, cradling his instrument, and Kurt rests his hand on his arm, watching the flicker of satisfaction on Finn’s face, an expression he’s getting more sick of by the minute.
“Here.” Artie wheels over with his spare electric and offers it to Puck. “You can use this one if you want to. And I can loan you some strings.” Kurt shoots Artie a grateful look.
“It’s okay. I’ve got another one at home. Thanks anyway, man.” Puck’s voice is flat, the same monotone he hadn’t been using all day yesterday and that right there is what makes Kurt’s mind up. He would sacrifice his basement costume closet for Christmas decorations and spend his afternoons hanging around the scrap yard and help fill out stupid legal forms in triplicate because Noah was now officially his to save.
And Finn Hudson could go suck it.
Title: there's stars upon the walls and they all glow in the dark
Author: Nytegoddess
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Warnings: Little more Vindictive!Finn in here, plus Kurt being kinda awesome via fashion. Oh, and fluffy texting! (Would that be called 'flexting'?)
Author's Note: Finally they're back at school! I was beginning to think Puck would never leave the house again...
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Thursday morning dawns with a sense of foreboding curling in Kurt’s stomach. The plows had been busy all of yesterday, clearing the roads enough that McKinley is open for learning and that means throwing Puck back into the swirling cesspool of high school drama. As he moves around his room getting ready ,Kurt finds himself getting more and more anxious. He hadn’t seen Puck after the movie last night, the other boy had been holed up in Burt’s office, on the phone with Kurt’s uncle discussing legalities, but Mercedes had given him a taste of the gossip Puck was going to be subjected to today. Word had traveled fast that he had quit Glee but the reasons circulating ranged from Mr. Schuester kicking him out because of the Mohawk to him getting Tina preggers, too and then Kurt’s personal favorite, that Puck was going to be on American Idol and so he had to keep a low profile until the live shows started. All the baby drama had started to die out but this would keep the rumor mills churning for another month, at least.
Kurt examines his outfit in the mirror, adjusting the mandarin collar of his leather jacket and smoothing it over his black and silver corset. Paired with his favorite skinny jeans, it made Kurt feel invincible, and the fact that he was only wearing a black tank underneath the tightly laced brocade meant if he couldn’t block Puck from the vicious gossip that awaited him, he could at least insure that it wasn’t the only topic of discussion.
The drive in Puck’s car is nice, with the two of them bickering over the radio and the speed limit and if Burt cheated at cards. It was an extension of the day before, a sort of camaraderie of shared experiences, and Kurt is so relaxed that he doesn’t notice until it’s too late the cluster of football players waiting at the door. He’s rethinking his corset plan when Puck slings an arm around his shoulder and pulls him in, loudly continuing their debate from the car about The Beatles vs. The Stones and quickly steering Kurt past the hulking jocks but not before he notices something interesting.
“You know they were glaring at you, right?” Kurt tries for offhand as he stows his books in his locker.
“Yeah. So?” Puck is the picture of not-giving-a-damn as he leans against the wall, ignoring the whispers and glances aimed his way. Kurt gives his hair a final check before turning to face the other boy.
“So for those of us who fall into the herbivore category, that usually doesn’t bode well.” Kurt crosses his arms and heads off down the hall to Spanish, Puck falling into step next to him.
“I knocked up the QB’s girl, they’re a little pissed and since I‘m not in Glee, I guess they figure Finn‘s ‘no dork-pounding rule‘ doesn‘t apply anymore. And I’m not a herbivore.”
Kurt sidesteps the remains of Rachel’s daily slushie and shoots Puck a look. “Well, you’re not exactly a carnivore anymore.” He points out.
Puck laughs and a freshman flinches and scuttles into the classroom. “Maybe I’m an omnivore, then.” He hitches his bag higher on his shoulder and smirks as he walks away. “Aren’t those the ones that go both ways?”
Kurt is more then a little ashamed to admit that he stands there, gaping, until the late bell rings. It makes him wonder all throughout third period Algebra exactly what he’s doing, trying so hard to protect and defend his primary tormentor since freshmen year. He thinks in circles, help versus hinder versus the odds that this is all an elaborate prank, running over the events of the past 36 hours, analyzing Puck’s actions, his responses and replies. The part of him that remembers every single time he wound up picking shreds of paper off his clothes says Puck’s playing him for the fool, but Kurt can still hear all too clearly the desperation in Noah’s voice as he sat in the kitchen, confessing a secret no one should have to keep. The argument between his head and heart is interrupted when he feels the slight vibration of his phone in his pocket. Mrs. Solomon is in the middle of a lecture on solving for y so he slips his iPhone under his desk and checks his messages.
} marco
Kurt can’t help the smile that wants to come out as his heart points out that no one will know Puck messaged him, so why do it unless he wanted to? That shuts his brain up for a minute and he slides down in his seat to reply.
{ Shouldn’t you be in class?
} classrooms make me twitchy. marco
Kurt mentally curses as he recalls where Puck said he once spent his days after school.
{ Sorry. I didn’t realize.
} don’t worry bout it. now for the last time, marco.
He tenses as Mrs. Solomon passes his desk before typing out a hasty reply.
{ You’re going to get me in trouble. Polo.
} you love it. marco.
{ Love is a strong word. Polo. What’s the point of this anyway?
} im bored. marco.
{ And I’m in class. Polo. Will I see you in Glee?
{ Noah?
{ Marco?
} i’ll b there. polo.
Kurt has never been so eager to get to Glee before. Puck had Marco’d him three more times, and gotten him trapped in that knock-knock-banana-orange joke in the middle of English Lit. which had landed him in trouble with Mr. Finnegan. He just had to make it to the choir room before anyone else so he could save Puck the embarrassment of walking in there alone. A final burst of speed and Kurt skids into the door, coming to a stop in front of the whole group, including Blondie and, he’s upset to see, Puck.
“Uh, sorry I’m late.”
The room is divided along the battlelines, Finn taking Quinn, Santana, Mike, and Blondie on one side and Puck, holding his guitar case like a shield in front of him, has Brittany and Artie on the other. Tina, Mercedes, and Matt are uncomfortably scattered in the middle, and Rachel is blithely talking with Brad at the piano. Kurt straightens his shoulders and purposefully heads for the empty chair on Puck’s right side, raising an eyebrow at Rachel’s look of disbelief. Dating the guidance counselor has apparently improved Mr. Schuester’s ability to read body language because he glosses over Puck’s return and quickly assigns them ballads again, telling them to choose a classic showtune to round out their more modern numbers since they don’t yet know what to expect from Regionals. Kurt allows himself to think that maybe, just maybe, they’ll make it through practice without a confrontation but that hope is dashed the moment Puck opens his case and discovers someone has cut all the strings on his acoustic.
“Oh my god.” Brittany sounds like she’s about to cry as she leans closer to inspect the cut ends. Noah just sits there, cradling his instrument, and Kurt rests his hand on his arm, watching the flicker of satisfaction on Finn’s face, an expression he’s getting more sick of by the minute.
“Here.” Artie wheels over with his spare electric and offers it to Puck. “You can use this one if you want to. And I can loan you some strings.” Kurt shoots Artie a grateful look.
“It’s okay. I’ve got another one at home. Thanks anyway, man.” Puck’s voice is flat, the same monotone he hadn’t been using all day yesterday and that right there is what makes Kurt’s mind up. He would sacrifice his basement costume closet for Christmas decorations and spend his afternoons hanging around the scrap yard and help fill out stupid legal forms in triplicate because Noah was now officially his to save.
And Finn Hudson could go suck it.