Title: Early Morning Bliss
Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters.
Rating: M rated for suggestive sexual themes/ Romance and Humor
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel, Noah "Puck" Puckerman, Puck/Kurt
Summary: A year ago was a year ago. So many things happen in a year. Glee happened. She happened. He happened. They happened.
Warnings: Fluff, Est. Relationship, Male on Male romance, and Puck's potty mouth.
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a Glee story as well as a Puck/Kurt story so reviews are greatly appreciated :)
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He feels happy. Here, blissed out and feeling boneless as he lays on silky cooling sheets atop a comfy (comfier than his own) bed in a well organized, well decorated room with white walls and a matching white carpeted floor that he's become well acquainted with in the last few days . . . or was it months? Years, maybe? He can't really think right now.
The room was so well put together, just like it's owner, that the clothes strewn haphazardly on the carpet looked out of place. He looked out of place. He was sure that if this were a game of "I spy", the mistakes in the room would have been easily spotted.
Despite looking out of place, he couldn't help but feel at home. A year ago he would have never dared to enter this room and even if he had, he wouldn't have been laying comfortably on the bed as if he owned it. He would have been sitting on the couch, back ramrod straight, palms clammy as his right knee jumped nervously. A little voice in the back of his mind told him that was exactly how he acted the first time he set foot here.
He told that voice to shut the fuck up before he dumpster dived it.
A year ago was a year ago. So many things happen in a year. Glee happened. She happened. He happened. They happened.
He's pulled out of his circling thoughts as the body on his left shifts. A corner of his mouth lifts in a small tired smile as the silence is broken by soft murmured complaints. It's the touch of sweaty skin gliding across his chest that makes him move his gaze from the wall above him to watch the pale hand inch slowly across his chest to finally rest at the base of his neck.
His eyes move up the arm from long fingers attached to a smooth slightly work roughened palm that has handled to many tools to thin wrists. Then it's up the pale smooth skin covering the forearm covered in light brown hair to a naturally toned arm. Fragile looking shoulders follow the arm to connect to a hickey littered neck, that he can't help but feel immensely proud of as his heart beats a little bit faster than usual, to finally rest on a beautiful face. Straight jaw, rounded cheeks, cute button nose, barely there freckles across pink cheeks. His eyes rest on the others eyes.
On his eyes.
Green? Blue? Sometimes Grey? He can't really tell what color they are even with the morning sun streaming through the basements only window. All he knows is that they're beautiful.
They watch each other for several seconds, seconds that feel like hours to him, when the silence that surrounds them is broken by a usually light and airy voice that is now roughened and deeper than usual.
"I love you Noah"
Puck smiles back murmuring the words back ("Love you too, Hummel") as his eyes close. It's when he's on the brink of sleep that he knows that this is where he belongs.
. . . And will always remain.
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