A/N: This is going to be a collection of drabbles featuring various AU Kurts and Pucks from throughout history. Written for patchfire and raving_liberal's 30 Days Of Puckurt drabble-a-thon. With any luck, I'll make it to thirty!
Dover, February 1915
Second Lieutenant Kurt Hummel stepped cautiously along the gangplank of the great Navy transport ship that was to take him across the English Channel to France. This was his first post, his first command. He, along with all the other lads from Downing College, Cambridge, had passed out only a week ago.
As he made his way towards the deck, Second Lieutenant Hummel tripped over on the wet surface.
A hand immediately flew out, catching him by the elbow and setting him steadily on his feet.
Second Lieutenant Hummel turned to see the cheerful face of his batman, Private Noah Puckerman, with a pair of duffle bags slung across his broad shoulders.
"Don't worry, sir, you'll lick 'em into shape. Just like you did with me last night," Private Puckerman said in his cockney accent.
Blushing slightly, Second Lieutenant Hummel turned back towards the ship, trying desperately to put the memory of last night's escapades aside and concentrate upon boarding the ship without making an utter fool of himself.