Title :My life in your hands
Author: Psykogleek/Crazysnape
Rating: K
Spoilers: none
Warning : it's at the end if you don"t mind spoiler
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Summery: Puckurt Drabble of. Word : Mind
Author Note : this drabble was written for the first round of the puckurt drabble off. If you are interested your can read all the drable on live journal. The link is on my profile. The next round should be up in a week, so take a look and vote !
My life in your hands
Listening to Kurt's voice is his favourite way to wake up. He always waits to open his eyes, enjoying for a moment Kurt's smell and his warmth on the sheet. In the bathroom, he hesitates his usual minutes before washing with Kurt's fruity soap. He wouldn't admit it, but he loves smelling like his husband. Finn used to make fun of him because of it, but he stops now. Maybe because he is nearly the same with Rachel. He makes himself a cup of coffee and sips it. He doesn't know why, but Kurt's coffee is always better; then he reaches out the newspaper, wishing they could have had breakfast together. He doesn't remember the last time it happened, Kurt worked a lot at the moment and they hardly saw each other. That is what it feels like for him. He puts his slippers and Kurt's in the cupboard and leaves the red shoes near the door before leaving: he is going to be late.
Nothing unusual occurs at work; he tries to call Kurt before lunch but gets the answer-phone. He listens happily to the message before leaving a quick, "Hi babe, I just wanted to say 'hi' and that I love you. Call me back if you can, see you tonight."
He joins Rachel and Finn at a diner – which is nice – even if they keep on asking how he is feeling, reassuring him every five minutes that he could call them if he needed. When they part, they invite him to dinner the next day. He smiles, saying he has to check with Kurt before giving a final answer; it puts tears in Rachel's eyes and makes him happy to be gay: women are so weird, or at least his sister-in-law is.
He goes by the bakery before going home. The first thing he sees when he opens the door are the red shoes carelessly thrown in the corridor: his husband is home.
"Hi, babe, I'm home!"
No answer, but Kurt couldn't hear him from the bathroom.
He puts away the shoes and the cheesecake, changes his clothes and lays silk pyjamas on the bed before spraying some perfume on the pillows.
They spend a calm evening watching "Rent" and eating the cheesecake.
He programmes the coffeemaker with Kurt on the table behind him and then does the same with his Ipod. Tomorrow it will be 'As if we never said goodbye'.
He takes Kurt with him and heads to their bedroom and put the urn on the nightstand near their wedding picture.
He switches off the light, slides his hand on his husband's pyjamas and takes a deep breath. "Good night, babe, love you". He can still hear Kurt's voice answering him. As long he can hear, smell and see him, he doesn't care what people think. He isn't crazy, it isn't his mind playing tricks: his husband is still here with him – and the rest can go fuck themselves.
the end
Warning: character death, not graphic