I love Purt, or Puckurt as some like to call them. Pummel, even...But no matter what you call them, they just work together, somehow.
Futurefic and that will be explained the paragraph following this one.
Summary: Kurt Hummel was going places. He was class president and he was excited about going to NYADA. He was planning on spending his summer exploring New York when his father, Burt, had a second heart attack, leaving him weaker than the first time. Choosing to stay behind in Ohio so that he can be close to his family, Kurt applies to Ohio State and gets accepted. Guess who his roommate is...
Established couples: Finn/Rachel, Santana/Brittany, Tina/Mike, Mercedes/Shane
Endgame pairings: Kurt/Puck...and the rest will be a surprise! Mwahahaha! Just don't expect everybody to stay with who they're paired with above...somethings just might change :)
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, Puck would be shirtless more often. The end.
Warning: This story contains gay. Lots and lots of gay. And that gay might just lead into some very mature ratings later on in the story. If this offends you, A) Leave. 2) Stop hating others for being different. We can't help it :)
Author's Note: Geographically, I have some problems...meaning I really suck at it. Now, Kurt is going to Ohio State and I have no idea how far that would be from Lima. Let's just pretend it takes two hours by car, shall we?
Sequel to the Author's Note: I know that it's not very realistic or plausible, but let's say that EVERYBODY that ever joined Glee Club was in the same year. In other words, Blaine, Kurt, Tina, etc.; all the same grade. :)
Sequel to the sequel of the first Author's Note: This will be slightly AU from season 3, although I will keep most things.
Hope you guys enjoy it!
"Are you sure you guys will be fine?" I asked while putting my last piece of luggage into the back of my car, closing the trunk closed as I walked back over to the front steps of my home. All three of my family members were standing there with different emotions on their faces as they shook their heads as a response to my question.
My stepbrother, Finn, looked very happy. He had a huge grin on his face as he looked down at me, and that wasn't just because he was standing on the steps. Finn was probably the tallest person I had ever met in person, towering over my thin frame by a good six inches. Although, it always felt like more.
Finn had an arm wrapped around his mother, Carole. I have come to think of her as my own mother, and judging by the wet trails of tears streaking her face, I could tell that she thought of me as her son; one that was about to embark to college for his first year.
That's right. I, Kurt Hummel, am leaving this bigoted town for something much grander. But much to my dismay, New York is not my destination. Nope, unlike my self-appointed arch-nemesis slash best friend, Rachel, who is currently living it up in her cushy dorm at NYADA, Ohio State is where I will be attending. I hated the idea of staying in the same state as where I grew up targeted for being gay. Now, whether that meant being chucked into a dumpster filled with rotting leftovers from the grotesque cafeteria menu or pelted by wave upon wave of frostbite-inducing slushies would just depend on the day you asked me.
My reason for staying so close to my own personal hell was sitting in the wheelchair next to his wife and stepson. My father was always a kind man where it counted, and a complete weapon of mass destruction to people who wronged those he loved. And this weapon had an addiction to flannel. No matter how many times I have tried to get to wear something much more simpler and fashionable, he refused to change out of the patterned shirts he seemed to have a growing abundance of. After a few instances of just buying him clothes without his knowing, I decided that if he wouldn't change his homosexual fashionista of a son, I wasn't going to bother him about his sense of fashion; no matter how atrocious.
Maybe I should have spent less time attempting to indulge him with cardigans and complimenting scarves and more time helping him live a healthier life. However, don't get me wrong; my father is no couch potato. He runs his own car shop—Hummel Tires & Lube. Aside from the occasional perspiration from a tough night on the job, he didn't have much time for other physical activities. And with less time for exercise came less time to have proper meals. Instead, he fed on the fats and sodium that could put an obese hippopotamus into a food coma. Or as the world liked to call it; junk food.
And as my father looked at me with nothing but pride for his son, I knew that my inkling was correct. After he had his second heart attack roughly two months ago, the chance that he might not be there when I can legally marry the man of my Disney-inspired dreams or adopt the most precious golden-haired Asian baby was all too real.
"I love all of you and I will call you as soon as I get settled into my dorm." I told them as I hugged Carole for the eighth time this morning. She had a tissue in her hand as she sniffled out a loving response.
"We will be waiting by the phone, sweetie." Her arms unwrapped from me and I got a chance to move on to the next member of the Hummel-Hudson household.
"I'm gonna miss you, bro. Even hearing the alarm for your early morning facial routine." I chuckled at the thought. I always woke up earlier than everybody to properly exfoliate, occasionally waking Finn from his slumber. His long limbs wrapped around me easily and I attempted to do the same, but my arms weren't able to meet seeing as how Finn's build seemed to be because he was half lumberjack and half gentle giant.
And last but certainly not least, Burt Hummel. He gave me a rich smirk as he slowly got up from his place on the wheelchair to give me a proper goodbye. "I love you, bud. Don't ever forget that." he said softly into my ear. I was already on the verge of tears and I didn't need him to say things that sounded like his last words. Although, I composed myself, I couldn't help the crack in my voice as I told him I loved him back.
"One last time; are you positive that it would be fine for me to leave? Because I can always leave tomorrow mor-"
"God, yes. Go on and get in your car before I have a third heart attack." my dad teased distastefully. I think his health will always be a sore spot with me and adding salt to the open wound wasn't helping.
"Dad, that's not funny." My gaze on him was stern so that he would know how I felt about that so-called joke.
"I'm sorry." he apologized sincerely after realizing how I felt about what he said. "Drive safe, son." His large hand clapped onto my shoulder as one last loving gesture before he sluggishly sat back down.
Hesitantly, I walked over to the driver's side of my vehicle and reluctantly entered it and clicked my seat belt into place over my torso. It took me a few seconds before I brought myself to actually turn the ignition of said car. When it purred to life, I could already feel the bubbling excitement wash over me.
It was really happening. I was leaving home to start my life. Whether it would be a better life has yet to be determined. But isn't half the fun taking that journey to find out?
G L E E
The campus was bigger than I remember. I, somehow, seemed smaller. Physically, yes; that was very possible. But it takes a lot to make me feel tiny.
This was one way to accomplish that.
My number of bags I had ceased at six. That seemed too much for me to handle, but I didn't want to come back to my car again. I turned around and scanned the parking lot for somebody that could possibly help me with all of them.
"Hey, stranger. Need a helping hand?" I heard a familiar voice from behind me. Rotating, I was met with the grinning face of my ex-boyfriend—Blaine.
We were together for the end of our junior year and the beginning of Senior, but we decided to break things off after we mutually grew apart from each other. Of course, by mutually growing apart, I mean he broke my heart, spat on it, and drove a railroad spike through the main artery before dipping the bottom of it in a mixture of equal parts battery acid and moonshine.
But I'm over it.
The only reason I stayed friends with him was because I thought we could still salvage what we had, which I realize now, is absolutely ludicrous since he cheated on me with one much less fabulous gay known around these parts as Sebastian. Last name? I don't even think Blaine remembers, let alone his heartbroken boyfriend.
Umm...ex...boyfriend...
I've forgiven him—I promise. It took me awhile, but I did it. No, we're not best friends, but we still talk to each other on a regular basis. Well, enough to know that we would both be attending the same university.
After greeting Blaine with a quick and awkward hug, he helped me lug my belongings. Since I came here to scout out the campus beforehand, I already knew where my dorm was.
A quick elevator ride and we were standing in front of my dorm room, Room 416, with my key-card in hand to open the automated door. With a soft beep and flash of green lights, the lock clicked open and I turned the door handle to an empty room.
The closest side of the room had a bare bed made from seemingly cheap wood. It was placed against the opposite wall of the entry with a matching wooden desk at the end of it with a black leather computer chair. The closet was facing the opposite end of the room—same as the bed. It had two doors to it, so it seemed to be rather plentiful in space.
The left end of the room had the same items, but were just placed differently. The bed was facing the closet while the computer desk acted as a makeshift nightstand. But only if you wanted a cluttered desktop.
There were two large windows in the room, one in between both personal spaces and the other in the corner of the left part of the room, right at the head of the bed so that if you weren't turned in the correct direction in the morning, the sun could peek through the slits in the blinds and awaken you much earlier than you might have planned.
"I see my roommate has yet to arrive." My voice was quiet as I claimed the right side of the bedroom to myself, not wanting to avoid unwanted wrinkles from sun exposure without being protected with the proper creams.
"Fashionably late, I suppose." Blaine retorted with a small grunt as he set two of the five bags he was carrying onto my mattress. I would have to put on my sheets before I even touch that disease-ridden rectangular sack of bacteria. Its unnatural shade of ecru only made me physically shudder at the thought of how filthy it really was. I would have just brought a new mattress, but I realized I wouldn't be able to carry it all the way up to my room on my own.
"Well, sometimes, fashion can come with a few sacrifices. In my roommate's case, it's the burden of an east-facing window." The last of my Dolce & Gabbana luggage was set properly at the foot of my bed before I immediately started taking out the moisturizers and creams and setting them onto the desk, planning to sort through them later.
Blaine wiped some of whatever was on the surface of it and hesitantly sat on my roommate's bed. The robin's egg-colored carpet tinted darker with Blaine's shadow on its surface from one of the windows. If I wasn't over him, I would peg him as nothing less than beautiful.
But like I've said, I have already moved on.
"Wouldn't it be great if we had ended up being roommates?" Blaine asked me with a brilliant smile as he gazed over at me. I caught a glimpse of it as I looked over the shoulder of my crimson Ralph Lauren cardigan. Yes, such fun it would be to share a living space with an ex...
"Greater than great." I gave him a small smile back as I started up on finally laying my black and white pinstriped sheets. Then came the cobalt comforter and pillow case. Egyptian, of course, with no less than a 1200 thread count. My body needed the best if I wanted to look fabulous each morning. That, and it was super warm during those blood-chilling Ohio winter nights.
"Too bad I already have a roommate. I haven't met him either, if that compensates for anything." he mentioned awkwardly. He said the same thing the night he told me about Sebastian. Not the "I haven't met my roommate yet" portion—just the "if that compensates for anything" part. And judging by the look on his face, he realized it all too late.
"Kurt, there's just no spontaneity anymore. Hell, we haven't even had sex yet..." Blaine explained with a raised voice, getting frustrated at my ignorance of the relationship.
"I wasn't ready, Blaine! You know that when it comes to being sexy, I always feel far from it. How dare you throw that in my face!" I felt the spittle fly in all my anger. Normally, I would feel embarrassed about it, but I was indifferent considering I had bigger things to focus on. "Maybe you should go find somebody who can give you what you want! Go on and just screw somebody who's self confidence in bed comes easy to th-!"
"I already have." He said it so plainly, as if all he were saying was that he already had eaten. And in that moment, I could remember my entire face just flush of color. And as I looked at my former boyfriend through tear-filled eyes, I could feel myself internally crumble. His eyes filled with emotion, emotion I could only describe as regret and love."But I was thinking of you the whole time, if that compensates for anything."
"Kurt?" Blaine snapped me out of my own memory. Some time between his dialogue and my flashback, he had walked across the room over to me. The tap on my shoulder had barely registered. "I said I should probably head back to my room and see if my roommate ever showed up."
"Oh, uh...yeah, go right ahead. I still have a lot of work to do, anyway, so..." I know that he would have offered to aid me in putting my things away, but he knew that it was best just to leave me to organize my belongings. Blaine waved awkwardly and said his goodbyes and exited the room without further ado.
I sighed softly to myself as I zipped open a bag of carefully folded clothes and began loading my closet up, which actually had a dresser on one side and a clothing rack on the other, which was just barely enough room to put the items of clothing I had packed.
Twenty more minutes of color coding my entire wardrobe and there was a knock at the door.
Figures. My roommate already lost his dorm key. I wonder what other things he'll lose.
I opened the door to a kind looking golden haired man who had to have been a couple of years older than me. He had bright green eyes and somewhat of a muscular build. He was wearing a black polo with stonewashed jeans.
"You must be my new roommate. I'm Kurt Hummel." I shook his hand in a friendly manner, which caused him to smile at me.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm your-"
"Roommate. Yes, I figured. I took this side of the room if you don't mind." I told him as I gestured to my already personalized portion of the room. He laughed heartily before answering.
"Actually, Kurt, I'm your RA." At that point, I finally realized that he didn't have any bags with him. No wonder he didn't just come in the room. "But you can just call me Henry." Again, his smile was warm. And so was my face from all the blood that rushed to it in embarrassment. "Oh, and I don't mind that you took that side."
"I apologize, Henry. I should have known not to have just assumed like that. Probably should have clued in on the fact that you look to be a few years older than anybody my year would be." I crossed my arms over my chest just so that I could move a little to help ease myself from the misidentification.
"Eh, don't sweat it. There's a guy two floors down with a full head of gray hair. Now, whether it's real or artificial is still up for debate." His smile was rather charming and it only complimented the 5 o' clock shadow he seemed to be working with, which usually wasn't part of my particular tastes.
"Like Taylor Hicks." I nervously smiled at Henry, an arm wrapped around my torso and the other bashfully touching my face.
"Well, I just wanted to welcome you to the dorm and if you have any questions, I live at the end of the hall." I swear to you that he smiled for everything, which can't be great for avoiding laugh lines.
"Thank you, Henry. I'll definitely keep that in mind. It was nice meeting you." I said politely as I showed him our the door.
My back now to the door, I caught another eyeful of how much I still had to unpack. Maybe six bags was a bit excessive...
G L E E
One hour.
One hour!
That's how much longer it took me to unpack. Did I decorate yet, you ask? Well, that's just a big Prada bag of no!
But with my closet in order, I guess I could ease up a bit. Maybe Blaine wants to go grab a coffee at this adorable little coffee kiosk along the east side of the quad.
I grabbed a gray tweed pea coat and black Burberry scarf out from my closet. Checking myself once over the full-length mirror to make sure everything was perfect, I saw that the window was a tad bit open. No wonder it was a tad bit chilly in here.
I placed a hand on the metal trim and applied force to close it, but it didn't move. Not even a little bit. Another hand onto the ridge and even more of a push.
Still nothing.
And as if on cue, a whistle of wind wisped its way through the tiny crack of the window. Sighing heavily, I made sure that my blanket was warm enough for the night so that I wouldn't have to bother Henry until tomorrow. What he would be able to do about it, I don't know, but this is the kind of thing you notify your RA about...right?
I took the elevator down two floors, sharing it with a guy who breathed a bit like there was a wishbone stuck in his larynx. Luckily enough, I got off the elevator without him stopping at the same floor.
Looking for Blaine's room number, I was met with an open door at room 213 that was blaring loud metal music that made me cringe a bit. Seeping out from the bottom of the door in 207 was a cloud of unidentifiable smoke. Well, maybe not completely unidentifiable. This was college, after all.
Ah, finally—Room 204. I knocked loud enough for whoever was inside to hear but as to not disturb anybody else living near the room. Common courtesy, I suppose.
Blaine opened it, seemingly exhausted. Whether it was physical or mental has yet to be determined.
"Hello, Kurt." His voice was glum and a bit defeated, which wasn't necessarily defined by his appearance, but his eyes. His curly dark hair was slightly disheveled, out of its usual gel-induced casing.
"You're new roommate hasn't arrived yet either?" I asked as he gestured for me to come into the room. It was set up the same as my own, but with only the one window in the middle of the wall since this wasn't a corner room. Looking at both of the claimed sides to the room, I knew that I was mistaken.
"No, he's here. He just doesn't want to be." he explained as he plopped down on his bed, made up of a navy comforter and white pillows. Pretty standard, but it suited him somehow.
"Elaborate, please." I took a seat next to him and placed my hands in my lap as he shoved his pillow underneath his chin and hugged it close to his body. This most definitely made him look a bit younger than he really was.
"Well, he walked into the room and I greeted him all cheerful and friendly. He introduced himself as Lloyd, asked if I was gay, heard my answer, dropped his bags on the bed and left." What a homophobic creep! I hadn't realized we were still in high school. "My guess is that he's talking to the RA about switching rooms."
"Alright, come on." Blaine looked at me in confusion as I grasped his forearms and lifted him off of his place on the bed. "I am getting you out of here, we're going to get some coffee, and you're going to vent. Got that?"
"Kurt, I don't feel like coffee. I think I'm just going to stay here and wait to see what happens."
"Umm...alright. If you feel it's best." I assured him, looking him straight in the eyes to see if that's what he truthfully wanted to do. And it was.
"I'll come get you in the morning, though. We can scout out our classes so we don't get lost." Blaine's smile was meek, but I had no business in calling him out on it. Instead, I returned it and was on my way out.
Still craving a hot cup of coffee, I walked to the kiosk on my own. The afternoon air was chilly, even though it was still only September. A particular gust of wind sent chills down my spine, so I rested my hands in my coat pockets and tried to get as much heat into my body as possible.
Luckily, the coffee place was no more than a couple minutes walk from the coed dorms I was housed in. However, the line was pretty long. Guess I wasn't the only person who thought it was best to warm up with a steaming cup of caffeine.
What seemed like an eternity of frosty hell, I finally made it up to the counter. The blonde girl behind the counter greeted me with a warm smile. I ordered a simple house drip and it was done pretty rapidly. I stirred in two Sweet N' Lows and a nonfat soy creamer and was happily enticed by the instant warmth it gave me as soon as I took that first piping hot sip.
"Kurt? Kurt Hummel?" In mid-sip, I heard a thick Irish voice to the left of me. I turned to see a huge smile, pale face, and styled chestnut brown hair nestled in a blue sweatshirt.
"Rory! What are you doing here?" Seeing another familiar face on campus made me feel ecstatic. He went in for a hug and I complied, making sure not to spill any coffee on either of us.
"Well, I honestly loved Ohio after meeting everybody in the Glee club. To be honest with you, Kurt, you guys were the best friends I ever had." Rory's face lit up with such genuineness that it warmed my heart to know that even though he was only with us for two months, we gained a new member in our tight knit family. "It may be dumb, I don't know, but I thought I might find some of you here."
"And you did! It's really great to see you here; you look happy. How did your parents take it that you would be so far from home?" My curiosity got the best of me and I just had to ask. At least one of us left home for an entirely new life.
"At first, they weren't too happy with their only boyo left. Me da thought I would just be Godshaw and waste my time here...I'm sorry. That was very Irish of me, wasn't it?" He now looked rather sheepish as he looked around nervously. Although, he still had on a small grin.
"Don't worry. The girls will find it charming." I winked at him to ease his bashful ways. His smile broadened in genuine amusement at that. To ease into more conversation, I asked him where he was housed. He told me Ryerson Hall, which was south of my own Morgan, but not too far of a distance.
A few more minutes of conversation and we promised each other to meet up for dinner on campus and bring a few more people so that we could branch around a bit with new acquaintances. Maybe Blaine will go. And possibly, my roommate, if he ever decides to show up...
G L E E
Well? Did you guys enjoy it so far? I know that it's not really Puck heavy at the moment, but it will get there—I promise! I just want this to be a long story with a lot of plot and not just pointless smut...Although, there will most definitely be smut in later chapters.
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