Hey, everyone! Sorry for the delay! Life has been insane. Late or not, though, here is another installment into my blind!Puck verse. For anyone new to the verse, it begins with Here In The Dark (Our Two Hearts Are One), followed by Deborah Puckerman, Mike Chang, Mercedes Jones, and then Kurt Hummel. Also, for anyone new:
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Kurt Hummel
One-shot
If it had happened last year, Kurt would have called it karma.
It wasn't sophomore year, though. They were juniors now and Puck wasn't the same ass anymore. Not to say he was good. His fashion sense was still atrocious and he was still cocky and sex-obsessed, but he'd grown up from the bully that tossed him in a dumpster every morning and called Glee Club Homo Explosion.
He'd offered to protect Kurt to keep him at McKinley when the old Puck would have thrown a party and told him to have fun at his big gay school or something.
Kurt had been shaking when they gathered at the hospital. It had been the first time he'd stepped foot in the building since the day his dad was discharged. He'd hoped it would be a long time before he ever had to come back, but that day came much too soon. He'd held Blaine's hand in a death grip the whole time, unaware and uncaring of the disgusted and judging looks that were sent their way. He had other things on his mind.
He cried days later when the doctors said Puck was blind.
It wasn't fair.
Puck's eyes were duller now. This muted shade of brown that just seemed wrong. They didn't hold the same mischievous gleam. They didn't give off that passionate glow when he sang. They didn't leer at girl's asses or chests when they shimmied by in a short skirt or low-cut top.
Kurt really couldn't say he missed that part.
But he did miss the way his eyes used to look. Now, they were just...there. They still moved. They weren't dead, but it was eerie. Whenever Puck spoke to someone, especially in the early days, he'd be going on reflex memory. His eyes would move to look at whoever he was speaking to, but they'd never land right. They'd always be off somehow.
He ignored it as best he could. Focused on other things, so when school started in the fall, he tried to help. Puck had protected him in the short time between his return to McKinley and summer break. Now, senior year was Kurt's turn. He walked Puck to the Pre-Calc class they shared. Sat off to the side with him and helped to talk him through the equations while the teacher droned on. Spent most of study hall helping him before he would pass the other teen off to Rachel so they could go to History.
He couldn't protect Puck the way Puck had protected him. He and Puck may have been the same height-wise, but he wasn't nearly as muscled. He didn't stand a chance against Azimio or any of the other jocks.
It never came down to that, though. Thank Gucci. The jocks had all backed off of Puck after Finn nearly broke Azimio's nose on the first day back for trying to make some kind of blind joke.
And if Azimio's locker got rigged so a slushie would fly out at him when he opened it?
Kurt wasn't saying anything.
The End
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