AN: So here's another RP I was in. I play Puck and Natalie plays Kurt. We co-wroted this three chapter fic. Our RP died because I started being busy with uni. Hate uni. Ugh. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters. This is from an RP I was in. So there are 2 POVs. Please bear with me. I just love me some Puckurt.
Once Finn and Burt finally convinced Puck to live with him and the Hudson-Hummel family, the mohawked boy's bestfriend helped him pack his things and move out of his home. Move out from his drunk mother's house. Puck was thankful that his bestfriend noticed that he was getting restless and surprisingly quiet at school. He wasn't his usual cocky, joker self. Finn even noticed some of the bruises that the mohawked boy's mother caused one time during gym period. Puck was battered so much since he has been protecting his little sister, Anna, from getting hit by their mother. He used his body as Anna's shield from their mother's hits.
Puck and Finn were bringing his things inside the house but Puck insisted that Finn should go ahead and take a rest, considering it was late at night already and he knew his way around the house. He walked up the stairs with Finn and soon separated when he reached the guest room and Finn entered his room. Puck was alone again. Alone with his thoughts. He sighed as he left the door to his room open with some of his luggage out in the hallway, knowing everyone was sleeping. Puck was thankful that Carol was too kind to fix the guest room for him. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed deeply, thinking how everything went wrong. First his dad and now his mom..
Kurt had just woken up from what was supposed to be an hour nap. That didn't go as planned. He had just been so exhausted the past few weeks. Sleep was limited, school work was piled mountain high, and just school in general. The people, glee practice. Just everything. With a sigh, the boy got up from his bed and reached into his pocket pulling out his phone. He checked the time, his eyes widening when he noticed just how long his nap was. "Shoot…" He muttered. It looked like he was just going to have to pull another all-nighter. With another sigh in tow, Kurt opened the door and walked out into the hallway.
Kurt was zoned out, thinking about what he needed to work on. Physics essay, history notes, Lit study guide. Yeah, Kurt was going to be up all night. The boy's thoughts were interrupted. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed the door of the hall opened, luggage holding it open. 'What the…' The boy's heart raced. That wasn't normal. That door was always closed, lights off. Kurt was tempted to run back into his room due to the fact that he was now incredibly frightened. Instead, he took a deep breath and walked over to the door. He noticed someone sitting on the bed. The person was very familiar, toned body, tanned skin, mohawk… "Puck!?"
Puck kept thinking of his little sister that he didn't mean to leave behind in their mother's home. He promised Anna that he'll do everything to get her away from that bad place. Puck just kept praying that his mother wouldn't hurt Anna the way she hurt him. Then his bad thoughts were cut off when he heard his name coming from a familiar high pitched voice from outside the room. Puck turned his head and saw Kurt. He wasn't sure if the porcelain skinned boy was either scared or surprised. Maybe a little bit of both. "Oh hey, Kurt." Puck greeted restlessly as he stood up and straightened himself. He stood there and really didn't know what to do. "So, what's up?" He tried to give the smaller boy a smile but he wasn't really in the mood to do so. "Sorry about the luggage. I'll bring them in and close the door so it wouldn't bother you." Puck walked towards the door and bent down to get his luggage.
Kurt couldn't help but stare at the taller boy. It was just strange. His classmate, slash, ex-tormentor was at his house with luggage and all. The main question in Kurt's head was, 'what was Noah Puckerman doing in his house, in the middle of the night?' He didn't react to Puck until he walked over to the luggage. "Wait-" he brought his hand down to stop the other boy from picking up the luggage. Kurt glanced up at Puck, his brows still furrowed in confusion. "What exactly are you doing here?" He asked slowly and calmly, well, as slowly and calmly as he could. "Not to sound rude or anything…" He quickly added, not to bring out the wrong impression, even if he was a bit panicked by the situation at hand.
Puck was a little surprised that Kurt stopped him from picking up his luggage. He did stop and stood up straight again. He looked down at the smaller boy and knew where this was going. And soon Kurt finally asked him and Puck was right. He didn't want this kind of conversation and was beating himself up mentally for not bringing his luggage in his room so he wouldn't have to answer the smaller boy's question. Puck tried to think of an alibi. "Well Finn and I are project partners for our history class. We have to make some model mambo jumbo of a building from the medieval time. We're gonna start tomorrow morning and might need some time to finish it so we thought of this." He nodded. "Yeah, that's it." Puck smirked slightly, giving himself a pat on the back for thinking something so clever at the nick of time.
Kurt couldn't help but stifle a scoff at the pretty much, pathetic excuse Puck gave him. "Okay, since when did Finn do projects without asking me to build a model for him. Also, no offence, but since when did you care for a project grade?" He knew that his statement may have come off as harsh, but it was true. Puck and Finn were the last two people Kurt would think of to actually care for their projects, or work on them on their own. "Besides…" Kurt looked over at the luggage again. "Usually you stay over, you stay in Finn's room playing 'Call of Duty' all night and only bring a plastic bag…" Kurt couldn't help but mention the small details of Puck when he usually slept over. He couldn't help it, Kurt was an observant guy. "So, Puckerman, tell me the truth. It's only fair since it seems like you're crashing in my house and I had no idea that this was going to end up happening…"
Puck's head was fried and he was totally tired of talking. He now realized why he was bestfriends with Finn. They never really questioned each other but they just knew stuff about each other in an instant and knew each other's thoughts. Not like his friendship with Kurt, if the smaller boy even considered them as friends. Puck's eyebrow shoot up and smirked when Kurt started to talk about the little details about him whenever he stayed over. "Well, well, well. What do we have here.. Don't you know me so well?" He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned one of his shoulders on the frame of the door, looking down at Kurt. Puck's mood suddenly turned to being playful and it somehow made him a little happy. "Why do you know all that stuff? You stare at me? You wait for me to come over and sleep here, don't you?" He teased.
This time Kurt didn't bother hiding his scoff. "Please, sorry I'm observant," he rolled his eyes at the silly comment. Was there something behind the simple observations? No, no there wasn't. Kurt was simply an observant person. He crossed his arms and put on his best 'bitch please' face. "Anyways, you completely avoided my question, which even though I shouldn't expect anything more from you, but it's quite rude of you Noah Puckerman." He used Puck's full name because he knew that it would get something out of the stubborn boy in front of him. He couldn't help but smile at himself for that knowledge that he had. It was a bit like indirect blackmail in some odd way. "So, are we going to stand here all night or are you going to answer my question like a good boy?" Kurt asked, his tone unknowingly teasing.
Puck always liked it when Kurt had his ice queen bitch mode on. It always made him want to tease the smaller boy more. He chuckled. "Well if we're talking about being rude, I think it was you." Puck playfully looked shock. "When you say 'not to be rude', you actually are being rude." He smirked and quirked an eyebrow at him. Oh yeah, Puck can throw back some words at Kurt. And he was actually enjoying it. Puck laughed and scratched his forehead at Kurt's last question. This boy was a lot of work. He had to bring out the guns, or maybe yet his charm. "Well, Mr. Hummel.." Puck stepped forward and lowered his head to the same level as Kurt's, face to face. "When was I ever a good boy?" He said with a low voice, teasing, and smirked as he stared into Kurt's blue, blue eyes. Puck never realized how amazing they looked.
Kurt couldn't help but smirk at what Puck said, he couldn't help but tease back. "Well, well, well, look who's catching on, seems like there is hope for you after all," Kurt replied to Puck's words. By instinct, Kurt leaned back when Puck lowered his head towards him. He felt, what was it? Flustered? No, no, that can't be happening. For God's sake's, that's Noah Puckerman! He made your life a living hell up until sophomore year and he's your stepbrother's best friend! There was no way that you, Kurt Hummel, are in any way, what so ever, flustered or attracted to Puck! "Well," Kurt finally began after he shook his thoughts away. "Are you going to answer my question? Maybe you will finally start acting like the good boy I know you can be…" His voice came off a bit above a whisper.
Puck just looked proud when Kurt said there was hope for him after all. But then he got a little confused if he really should be proud. He just shook off his thoughts and continued to stare at Kurt's eyes. It was kind of mesmerizing, finding himself stare intently into Kurt's eyes was a first thing, that's for sure. If this was kinda gay, he didn't mind it at all. Kurt's eyes were just really.. wow. Puck can't even think of words to describe them. But then Puck heard Kurt's reply in a whisper and can't help but smirk more. He licked his lips and sighed as he stepped forward, making their faces an inch apart. "You know I'm the bad boy type, right? I can never be a good boy. I'm always bad, you see." Puck playfully pouted and nodded.
Kurt noticed how Puck kept looking into his eyes. He could feel his cheeks grow warm. What was this? What was Puck doing? "I-excuse me?" He took another step back, but it hardly made any distance between the two boys. "I-I've known you for years now, I think I know that…" Kurt muttered, trying to regain his senses. "Okay, well isn't there some hope?" He asked, trying to get back his walls. "Even for you?" the boy teased, a slight, teasing grin on his face. Though, it was faint due to the fact that he was still a bit flustered by what he was going on. How did this even happen? Why didn't he just stay in his room?
Puck couldn't help but notice that Kurt was starting to blush. He could see a tint of pink on his cheeks. He guessed it was already too much for the boy. Having a very handsome, muscular guy all up in your face just does so much to you. Puck chuckled and finally stood straight. He looked down at the smaller boy, holding back a laugh. "Yeah, I guess." He shrugged and leaned his back on the wall of the hallway. He didn't realize that they were practically in the hallway as he was having fun teasing Kurt. "But don't tell anyone though. I've got a rep to protect." Puck winked at Kurt and folded his arms over his chest once more, unconsciously showing off his ripped guns.
Kurt pressed his lips together, unsure of what to say. "Um… I won't tell…" He mentally kicked himself for sounding so damn flustered. "Well then…" Kurt finally stood up straight and cleared his throat. He needed to get his composure together. "So… are you going to answer… my previous question?" Kurt asked, his voice still in a mumble. He let out a huff and crossed his arms, trying not to seem so, well, taken aback on how Puck had been acting this night. With a raise of his eyebrow, he waited for Puck to reply to his question.
"Good." Puck nodded then chuckled quietly as he watched Kurt stood straight and cleared his throat. He could never get tired of teasing the smaller boy like this. And he didn't even realize that because of Kurt, his mood changed from being all sad to being happy. But then Kurt yet again wanted him to answer his question. Puck sighed quietly and acted innocent or deaf, whichever you want to call it. "What question?" He shrugged his shoulders and for the first time that night, Puck looked at a different direction not looking at Kurt at all.
Kurt tilted his head, curious on knowing what was behind Puck's sudden mood change. Was the reason that bad? What could possibly be going on in the other person's life that he cannot tell Kurt, no matter how many times he asked? He let out a sigh, seeing how pointless the whole ordeal was. "Well, I guess since you apparently have amnesia suddenly, this conversation is a bit pointless…" Kurt huffed, putting his hands behind his back and turning to face down the hallway, over to the stairs. "I'll just go downstairs and make myself some coffee then…" He muttered, hoping that maybe if he admitted defeat, Puck would say something.
Puck saw Kurt faced the hallway where the stairs were and turned his head to look at the smaller boy's back. He started to be sad again. Not because he had to talk about what's happening with his family, but because Kurt was leaving him alone. Puck didn't want to be alone again. Alone with his miserable thoughts. "Ma's starting to get drunk every night again…" Was the only words he could blurt out, not knowing how he could tell Kurt everything. In some way, he actually wanted to tell the smaller boy everything but didn't know what words to use. "And every time she got drunk.." He licked his lips before continuing. "She would hit us.." Puck's body slid down the wall and sat on the floor, feeling his legs weaken at every word he just said. Finn just knew and Puck was glad they didn't have to talk about it. This was the first time he had to really talk about it and was kind of surprised it was with Kurt.
Kurt stopped immediately after hearing Puck's voice. She what? Kurt turned around, his eyes wide in surprise. "Oh my God…" He didn't know what to say, he didn't expect this. Honestly, out of all the people that would have to go through abuse, he would have never suspected it to be Puck. Honestly, when you look at the guy, he looks like he could take anyone down with just one hit. Then again, this was his mom that caused this. No matter how 'bad ass' Puck would claim he was, he would never lay a hand on his own mother.
Kurt slowly made his way over to where Puck now sat. Kurt really didn't know what to do. Usually when he was going to comfort someone, it was Rachel and all he had to do was hug the shorter girl, but again, this was Noah Puckerman. He couldn't just hug Noah Puckerman. Instead, the boy let his hand rest on Puck's back and rubbed soothing circles. He hoped that the simple sign of affection was enough to comfort him.
Puck sat in an Indian sitting position with his elbow resting on his knees as he looked down on the floor. He didn't assume that Kurt would be listening or would stay with him but then he was surprised when he felt a small hand on his back. But he hissed at the contact and leaned away from Kurt's touch. "I.. I have bruises there." Puck took off his shirt slowly and turned his back on Kurt, showing the smaller boy how much his mother hit him. He started feeling a little emotional as soon as he remembered his little sister that was now alone with his mother. Puck sniffed audibly but hoped that Kurt didn't hear so he wouldn't think of him as a wuss. He was Lima's resident badass and the only people who saw him really cry were Finn and unfortunately, his mother.
Kurt noticed the hiss and quickly retracted his hand. "I-I'm sorry…" His words faded when Puck showed him the bruises on his back. His eyes widened and he let out a gasp. "Oh my-" He hesitantly let his hand gingerly rest back against the boy's back, his fingertips tracing the discoloration. "Oh Puck… I'm so sorry…" He said in a whisper. He heard the sniff that came from the other boy, Kurt's heart raced. He never thought he would see Puck so broken. It was very upsetting. A difficult as Puck can be, he didn't deserve this. No one did. It made Kurt sick in some sense, knowing that Puck had to go through this. Go through abuse by his own mother. It was just wrong.
Puck scoffed softly. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything.." He slowly turned around and looked at Kurt, his eyes a little watery but he was holding back his tears. Men don't cry, especially Puck. "Maybe I even deserve this.. After everything I've done to those people I slushied and threw in the dumpsters." He looked down then glanced up at Kurt. "Especially you.." Puck looked down and sighed, thinking of the things he had done to Kurt and how he tortured the guy every single day. He inhaled sharply, trying so hard to control his tears but he just couldn't anymore. Tears started streaming down his cheeks. He didn't care anymore if Kurt could see him cry. Puck just needed to let it all out. "Anna.." He cried out softly.
"Because no one deserves this Puck, not even you, even if you don't think that's the case. Sure you've made some mistakes, but still. The past is in the past, okay?" He pressed his lips together in a tight line, trying to keep the tears falling from his own eyes. He couldn't help it, Kurt was just an emotional person, even more so when something happens to someone he cares about. Yes, Kurt cared for Noah Puckerman. He noticed Puck cry out softly, Kurt's breath hitched. He couldn't take it. He let his hand slide over to Puck's shoulder, his arm resting lightly against the other boy's back. His thumb gently brushing against his shoulder. He didn't know what else to say or do.
Puck shook his head. He knew he deserved this. He was a bad boy and he knew bad things would happen to bad boys but he didn't expect it to be this bad. "I deserve this… This is my kama. Or some shit like that." He meant karma and yes, he did know some things about it but he never believed in them until now. Puck sobbed more quietly when Kurt wrapped an arm around his back. He instantly leaned on the smaller boy and rested the side of his head on the spot in between Kurt's shoulder and his neck. Puck continued to sob as he continued to think of his little sister. "Anna.. She's still with her.." His hand grabbed Kurt's free arm and just held onto him.
"Don't say that, that's not true," Kurt muttered softly. By instinct, he held Puck tighter, as if to show that he meant the words he said. He felt terrible that Puck thought that about himself. That he believed that the abuse was necessary. Kurt didn't think so. Even when Puck tortured him every single day, Kurt wouldn't think that. He just didn't believe that anyone deserved to be abused in this way. When Puck mentioned his sister, he had to bite his lip to keep from gasping. "Shh… we'll find a way to help her okay?" Kurt muttered softly. He didn't know how, but he knew that his father wouldn't leave a post, innocent girl by herself with somebody like that. He just knew it.
Puck shook his head when Kurt said it wasn't true. To him it was true. This was God's way of punishing him for every mean thing he's done to good people. For sleeping with Quinn and impregnating her when she was dating Finn, for slushing the Glee club, for sleeping with almost every woman in Lima, for torturing Kurt.. He didn't even deserve Kurt's comfort but he was really thankful that the brunette was still by his side. Puck held on Kurt's arm tighter when he said that they'll find a way to help his sister. He sobbed a little harder, moving his face slowly to Kurt's neck and practically inhaling his scent. "Please…" Puck whispered, his voice a little cracking due to crying.
Kurt nodded. He didn't know how they were going to do it, but they were going to help Puck and his sister. They were. "Shh…. it'll be okay soon," Kurt muttered, resting his head on top of Puck's. "Please, it's going to be okay, maybe not now, but soon…" Kurt continued brushing his thumb against Puck's shoulder, hoping it was doing some sort of calming effect. "You should get some rest," he finally said. "I'm sure that it's been a long and hard day on you…" He looked over at the other boy, trying to get a good view of his face. "Alright?"
Puck just nodded at everything Kurt has said as he lost his ability to speak due to all his crying. He kept inhaling sharply continuously against Kurt's neck, trying to catch his breath. Puck knew he was having one of his panic attacks that was why he didn't like crying. Once he cried, he couldn't stop until it was hard for him to even breathe. He finally sat upright again and kept trying to breathe normally. Puck missed his little sister and Kurt's scent made him miss her more. "Kurt.. C-Can I ask a f-favor?" He tried to ask as normal as possible as his reddish teary eyes looked at the smaller boy. He knew the favor was a little too much but he wanted to still try and ask.
Kurt felt a tug at his heart strings. He felt terrible for Puck, if only they could fix the situation right then and there. But sadly, that wasn't the case. His arm slipped a bit when Puck sat up, his fingers were now curled loosely around Puck's arm. He turned his head to face the sobbing boy, his brows were now knitted together, questioning to himself what Puck might want from him. Kurt didn't really have anything to offer to the boy, so it was a tad bit perplexing. "What is it?" He asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.
"Is it o-okay if you sleep be-beside me tonight?" Puck asked calmly as possible, his panic attack slowly getting better. He saw the horror on Kurt's face and quickly said something before Kurt assume otherwise. "It's j-just, you s-smell just like her.. I let her s-sleep with me e-every night. I c-cuddle with her.." Puck looked down when he proclaimed that he cuddles with his sister. Hey, he liked cuddling. And he wanted to keep Anna felt safe even if they were in the same house as their mother. Puck knew Kurt wouldn't agree to it especially he had been such a douche to the smaller boy so he quickly took it back. "N-Neverm-mind. It's silly.." He softly said and fully let go of Kurt. He took his shirt from the floor and put it back on. Puck was so confused, why did he even tell Kurt everything. Why did he just cry in front of this guy? So many questions but no answers.
Kurt was taken aback by the sudden question. He didn't know what to say. If anyone would have told him that Noah Puckerman was going to ask if he could sleep beside him, he would have thought that that person was just mental. He bit his lip, not knowing what to say. He felt bad for the guy. All he wanted was a form of comfort and maybe Kurt could help him with that. It was completely innocent, right? He watched as Puck pulled his shirt back on and he swallowed down the lump that formed on his throat. "N-no, it's fine. I don't mind," he finally found the words to answer him. He looked back over at the boy and shrugged. "I really don't."
Puck was ready let it go and just lie down on his bed but then he looked at Kurt when he said that it was fine and he didn't mind. His face slightly lightened up and even though his eyes were all red and puffy from all the crying, he could still see the smaller boy and smiled at him. "T-Thanks, Kurt. Really.. You don't have to, b-but thanks. You're such a good p-person.." Puck stared at Kurt for a while but soon shook his head a little to get back to reality. Those fucking eyes.. He thought as he slowly stood up, still feeling a little weak, and once he was finally up on his feet Puck looked down and offered a shaky hand to Kurt.
Kurt still had the sad smile on his face. If lying in bed with Puck was what it took for him to get a good night's sleep, then, that's what he was going to do. He didn't respond to what the other boy said, seeing that there was no reason to do so. He was sure that Puck could tell that he was thankful for his words. He accepted Puck's help and stood up. His other arm went around Puck's back as he led him over to the room and over to the bed. If this was any other scenario, Kurt would have found it all very odd and a bit strange that he was going to share a bed with this boy, but at the moment, it just seemed like the right thing to do.
Before Puck went to the bed, he removed his luggage away from the door and closed it. He took off his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed. Now that he was finally calm, he realized it was kind of weird. But then he didn't want to be alone because he was never alone. Puck lied down on one side of the bed and looked at Kurt, who was still standing. He quickly sat up. "Do you.. want to be under the sheets then I can be above so.. yeah." He looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes.
Kurt watched as Puck closed the door and removed his shoes. He followed his movements up to when he sat down on the bed. He pressed his lips together and nodded. As much as he felt guilty for taking the sheets, he knew that it would be very odd if he and Puck were both under the sheets. "Um… sure, I'm fine with that," he answered. He didn't know why he was suddenly so nervous, he was just doing a favor for a friend, nothing more, nothing less. He really needed to stop over thinking things.
Puck nodded and tried to keep calm even though his nerves were a little unstable at the moment. Why was he even nervous? He asked for this, didn't he? He took the sheets off on Kurt's side so the smaller boy could get in before lying back down on the bed. He watched as Kurt went under the sheets and laid his head on the pillows. Puck's brotherly instincts came upon him and tucked Kurt in, leaving no side. Half of his body was on top of Kurt's only centimeters away as he made sure the smaller boy was completely tucked in. Once he was done he laid back on his side. Puck stared at the ceiling, not really sure on how to do it.
Kurt crawled into the bed, by instinct, curling up. He didn't expect Puck to do what he did and tuck him in. That just seemed like a non-Puck thing to do. He didn't notice, but he held his breath when Puck was over him, he could feel his cheeks warming up. Why? He was not entirely sure. He pressed his lips together, but for some reason could not close his eyes. He wasn't tired like before. Kurt was pretty much wide awake. His back was facing Puck though, so he was sure that the other boy didn't realize how restless he truly was.
When Puck looked over at Kurt, the smaller boy's back was facing him which made everything a little easier for him. He slowly scooted closer to the brunette and hesitantly wrapped an arm around the smaller boy, hugging him. He let his nose touch the back of Kurt's neck, inhaling the oh so familiar scent that made him smile yet he was still sad. Puck missed his little sister so much even though he just saw her a few hours ago as they parted. He sighed softly, tightening his hold on Kurt. "Good night, Kurt." Puck whispered as he looked at the back of Kurt's head before closing his eyes.
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