A/N: This is the most beautiful song I've ever heard. It is called Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face. Here's a link - take away the spaces and it will work: http : / / www . youtube . com / watch ? v = PfbF44UeRBY & feature = related
He left. He went away and Puck told him not to bother coming back, because he did not want him any longer. Lies. All lies.
Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun
And the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Their bed felt so empty without his slender body to wrap his arms around. Sleep escaped him every single night, with The Thoughts invading his head. The thoughts of what if and what now.
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most
Welcome home
Lima never changed. It stayed the same; immobile, dead, closed off... It had never been much more, but with him there, it had been something. With him there, the chilly winter nights had been warm beneath their sheets. With him there, the dark nights had been lit up by his smile. Puck had no prospects, no way of getting out of there. There was so many places he wanted to see, so many places he wanted to visit. With him there, he could map out those places across his naked skin with the tips of his fingers.
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
There were others after him. Nameless faces taking a piece of him to depart the next morning.
Heal the scars from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars
I've come home
They needed to go. He did not need them anymore. The scars, the memories holding him back. They needed to go.
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can
He came back in July. Puck spotted him across the road. He dropped his suitcases and ran, ran towards him. Throwing arms, legs, heart and soul around him again.
"You were never supposed to leave."
It is nothing more than a weak whisper before his eyes cloud over with tears and Kurt holds him so tight it hurts and Puck loses the ability to function. The Thoughts, the nightmares are gone when he wraps himself around him in between their sheets. He welcomes sleep.
Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again
"I'm never going to leave you again."