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"Musical Soulmate" by Mark Salling
Musical Soulmate
Kurt hummed gently as he stirred the warm milk and chocolate syrup together, tossing in a few mini marshmallows. He placed the mugs and plate of cookies onto a tray. Finn snagged a cookie when they pass each other on the stairs.
The soothing sound of strumming guitar strings floated down the hallway. Kurt's smile widened as he reached the open bedroom door.
"It makes no different where you come from, I don't care if you need my love, you know I'll be there..."
Puck was sitting cross-legged on the bed, guitar balanced on one knee, legal pad on the other. His voice was soft and mellow, breaking off into a hum as he tested a few notes on his baby. He picked up his pen and began scribbling, still humming.
Kurt crossed the floor, placing the tray onto the nightstand. Puck tossed his pad aside and set his guitar on the floor. He accepted the offered mug, sipping carefully. Balancing his own mug, Kurt lay across the bed on his side. He slid the pad over the covers to investigate the mess of ink.
"What are you working on?" Kurt asked, eyes scanning the writing. It was impossible to decipher through the multiple scratch outs and arrow links to nowhere.
Puck shrugged. "Just something that's been floating around all week," he muttered.
"I'd love to hear it," Kurt replied. "I love listening to you play."
"You love me anyway."
"I suppose," Kurt sighed, causing his boyfriend to pout. Kurt giggled. "So, any particular inspiration behind this one?"
Puck wrote songs occasionally. They were usually driven by a deeply rooted inspiration and he could spend up to months working on one song. He'd spent the nine long months of Quinn's pregnancy writing a lullaby. Then, he'd asked Kurt to help him write a piano score for it so Shelby could play it. They had spent weeks writing, revising and practicing together until it was perfect.
Kurt noticed a circled section on the page. It was a seven line stanza, the last line underlined so much the paper was nearly torn. He felt his heart flutter as he read the words. He glanced up through his lashed. Puck's cheeks were a pink color, fingers playing with a hole in his jeans.
"You, actually," he said, a blush forming on his cheeks.
Kurt felt his insides melt. That was so cute...
"Noah."
Puck looked up, hazel eyes widening nervously. Kurt smiled in return.
"I really want to kiss you now," Kurt whispered.
A little overwhelmed, Puck let his body do whatever it wanted. He lay on his belly, bringing his lips closer to the boy's. They met in a sweet greeting. The kisses started small and quick, creating this smooching sound Soon, Kurt rolled onto his back, dragging the other over him. He traced the outline of that mohawk with his fingernails, drawing the jock closer, deeper.
When the need for air conquered them, Puck pulled back no more than a hair's width. He breathed in the soft scent of sweet pea and vanilla.
"I swear I want to sing to the world," Puck sand softly, resting his brown against Kurt's "No need to keep it a secret..."
Hazel met bright blue-green eyes. God, he loved this boy. He loved his eyes, his lips, his voice, his heart, his mind, everything. He could never get enough. He could drown himself in Kurt for eternity and it would never be enough. He'd never get enough of this boy.
"You are the one, the only..."
Tears gathered on those long lashed as baby soft hands cupped his jaw. He felt Kurt's lips form the words. He didn't need to hear them. He could seem them in his eyes, hear them with his heart. It was the song of their souls, harmonizing more perfectly than any other.
"My musical soulmate..."