I'm a big fan of two things: Puck/Kurt and the musical, In The Heights. So, I thought it would be cute to sort of take Puck and Kurt and base them in a situation similar to that of the characters of Nina and Benny from In The Heights. We'll see how this works out, but I thought I'd give it a shot. Reviews and love are always appreciated.
The bright lights of the city faded to black as Kurt Hummel snuggled up to his less than first class airplane seat. Each bump of the plane made the one time boy soprano's stomach turn whilst he slept. "Six hour flights will be the death of me, and this altitude will do nothing for my skin." Kurt thought to himself, having been awoken for the millionth time.
After awhile, Kurt's mind settled and he slowly fell asleep. Before his closed eyes, Kurt's mind flashed images from the past year, and what a year it had been. Being accepted to New York University for vocal performance, Kurt was one of the few who made it out of Lima, truly a harder feat than it seemed. However, life in the big city had been quite different than that of the small town who shared its name with a green bean. Kurt's mind recalled when his biggest problem was whether or not Rachel Berry's outfit was to be described as "atrocious" or "hideous".
"Folks, we are about to decent for landing." the pilot's cheery voice said as Kurt broke from his trip down memory lane, awoken to reality. "Home" Kurt said softly, glancing outside at the growing image of Ohio beneath him.
Here in Ohio, there were no pressures to be perfect, no need to explain things to people, they simply took it as truth. Thus, lying to them would be very easy.
As the plane came to a complete stop, Kurt glanced out the window, where not an ounce of city smog could be seen for miles. "I never thought I'd be happier to be back in Ohio." Kurt thought to himself as he slowly made his way down the tiny aisle, and off the large plane. Kurt easily found his two pieces of luggage, because they were the finest pieces in the latest collection of luggage by a new designer.
As he grasped his two large bags, Kurt turned and made his way down the long corridor toward Arrivals. The moment he got out of the long tube, he heard their squeals. "Kurt! Kurt!" squealed two very warmly familiar voices. "Dad, Carole!" Kurt said dropping his bags, running toward the very excited forms known as his father and his stepmother. "Oh god, you have no idea how happy I am to see you two." Kurt said hugging them tightly.
"Same here, buddy." Burt said feeling tears begin to fall down his face at the sight of his son. This year apart had been the longest time apart the Hummel men had ever been through, which made this reunion all that much sweeter. "You look so good, Kurt." Carole said gently pushing a strand of Kurt's hair back into place. "Yes, you know the whole "bags under the eye" look is so in right now." Kurt said, knowing that despite his constant eye creams and night masks, he still looked exhausted.
"Where's Finn?" Kurt asked wondering where his stepbrother was, since he had assumed the entire Hudson-Hummel clan would be there awaiting his arrival. "He's back at the house with Noah." Carole said with a soft smile, as she took in Kurt's form for a moment. "Both of them are anxious to see you, especially Noah." Carole said unsure of when Noah Puckerman had become friends with her stepson.
"Puck is excited... to see me?" Kurt scoffed, wondering if perhaps Carole had gotten the ideas of "excited" and "annoyed" confused. "What has Puck been doing all this time?" Kurt blurted out, sort of half wondering what had become of his onetime tormentor and glee club teammate. "He actually works for me." Burt said quickly, before realizing they should really get moving. "C'mon, we've got to get you home. So many people will be coming by to see you." Burt said grabbing one of Kurt's bags, tugging it along toward the exit.
Carole smiled as she followed Burt, leaving Kurt with his one bag and his thoughts. Kurt glanced back out the window at the plane he had arrived on, half wishing he could just dash back on and not face the music. However, Kurt knew this was impossible.
"Just breathe." Kurt instructed to himself, as he grasped his bag and followed his father and stepmother toward the car.
