Title: Thank You

Author: Kyra

Disclaimer: I don't own them; if I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.

Summary: Just a short conversation between Puck and Kurt post-2.03.

Pairings: Very, very slight Puck/Kurt pre-slash. Sorta. If you kinda squint a little… Maybe it's just friendship… I dunno, in my head, it's totally pre-slash, lol!

Spoilers: Ep. 2.03.

Warnings: None I can think of…

A/N: Okay, yeah, totally got this idea while I was watching the ep and had to write it! Probably one of the shortest fics I've ever written…


"Hey."

Kurt looked up from his spot on the piano bench, letting the last note fade as he looked at Puck standing in the doorway to the choir room. "Hey."

"So…How's your dad?" Puck asked hesitantly as he took a few steps into the room.

Kurt shrugged. "Okay. At least okay as he can be after a heart attack and a coma," he replied.

"And, uh, how are you doing?" Puck asked, looking a bit awkward as he shuffled in place, his gaze only floor, only briefly flickering up to look at Kurt.

"Better," Kurt replied. "Though, I'll be even better once he's actually able to come home."

Puck nodded, an awkward silence enveloping the room. "Well, uh," Puck said, shifting his bag on his shoulder, "I should go. I just…wanted to make sure your dad was okay. And that you were okay. And I have, so…I'll just go now." Puck turned to head out of the room.

"Wait!"

Puck turned back around to face Kurt as the younger boy called after him. "Yeah?" he asked curiously, watching as Kurt bit his lip for a moment before speaking.

"I…Thank you," Kurt said softly, glancing down at the black and white keys of the keyboard.

Puck's face scrunched in confusion as he stared at Kurt for a moment. "For what?" he finally asked.

Kurt shrugged slightly, one slender shoulder raising and dropping. "For being pretty much the only one to give me space. Everyone else…I know they meant well, but…" He shook his head. "You're the only one who didn't sing a song or tell me you were praying for him or e-mail me, so thank you."

"So basically…You're thanking me for being an ass?" Puck asked, trying to make sure he understood.

Kurt smiled softly at the jock. "Not for being an ass," he said, a hint of amusement apparent in his voice, "for giving me space. You may not have sang, or told me you were praying for my dad, or e-mailed me, but I did see you looking. You were concerned too; you were just the only one who gave me my space. Even when I said I don't believe in God, you never argued with my beliefs, just accepted them. So thank you."

Puck nodded as he studied Kurt for a moment, watching as the soprano turned his attention back to the piano keys, a few solitary notes ringing out as Kurt idly pressed the keys. There were a few more moments of silence, broken only by the sound of the random notes Kurt was playing.

"Ya know, just because I never told you I was praying for your dad doesn't mean I didn't," Puck stated, tilting his head slightly as he watched a small smile curve Kurt's lips, barely visible as the other boy's head was still tilted down, his eyes on the piano.

Kurt looked up after a moment, gentle smile still in place. "I know."

Puck stared for a moment longer before nodding as he backed toward the door. "I'll see you at rehearsal, Hummel."

Kurt nodded in return. As Puck turned for the door, he called out once more. "Pu- Noah?"

Puck looked up, a slightly startled look on his face at being called by his first name. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Really, thank you," Kurt said sincerely.

Puck smiled at the other boy. "No problem, Hum- Kurt," he replied. He turned and left the room, the smile on his face widening as he caught a glimpse of the bright smile the crossed Kurt's face as he turned away from the other boy.


Hope you liked it!

~ Kyra