I am terribly sorry for the long wait on this. I'm nearing the end though, and perhaps that is why I'm having such a hard time. I don't want to stop writing this. Please please review. It will help greatly. I hope I brought the creepy this time. Tell me if I need to amp it up. Thanks guys.
To Puck the seconds seemed like minutes and the minutes seemed like hours. He had hardly moved from his dark little corner watching as the party raged on. His head still throbbed with the encounter of the demon that had tried to stop him earlier in the night. The Monster had gone quite. He seemed more anxious then anything, afraid. Puck wasn't sure why. He was confident, powerful, and holding it all together.
Of course he couldn't be concerned with the petty feelings of the monster that lived in his brain that made him love Kurt in ways that no one else could. They were to close to eternity now to turn back. They were to close go running back to Columbus and to home… the Institution. That hell hole of a place that made him forget about Kurt; which made him realize that he was stupid to think that he wanted to just murder Kurt. It was so much more then that. They would understand; they all would when it was said and done. It had been more then half a decade and he still couldn't be with out Kurt. The true romantics of the world would see what he had done here and write songs about it, poetry. All the arts crap that Kurt loved and adored would be about him… would be about them. The lovers that time couldn't stop, that the Gods couldn't stop. Had Puck been a song writer he would have been plunking out the songs of his love for Kurt. Instead he waited with this guitar strung over his shoulder.
There was of course going to be complications. That tall blonde, whom was in all the magazines with Kurt, was going to be an issue. Not so much because Kurt loved him, but because he thought that he loved Kurt more then Puck did. That wasn't possible.
Puck would of course kill him if he interfered with their trip to eternity. The only difference is that he will make sure he is dead unlike he did with Finn. Perhaps he should have sent the letters that were in his apartment before he left Columbus. Puck did of course care for his dear, tall, idiot friend. In looking back at it over the years at hom… the Looney bin, he had realized that Finn was just being Finn. The fact that he wanted him dead wasn't the point. He had gotten in the way of eternity. How many people in history have killed their best friend because of they got in the way of the greater good. They had tried to stop what was meant to happen. How he still loved and cared for Finn, but there were no regrets about beating him with the flash light. No regrets about trying to stomp the life out of him. Puck felt something run down his face. He reached up and felt the moisture that had left his eyes, a tear. He didn't remember feeling like he was about to cry. Puck didn't cry unless it was over Kurt. He was thinking about Finn. Why would he cry over Finn?
Naturally of course he scoffed at the idea he was shedding much needed tears over the boy. There must have been something in his eye. Perhaps, like he had done on many occasions, he had left his eyes open to long waiting for Kurt. He had done that with the magazines, it was possible that with the idea of Kurt being so close at hand that it he would do the same thing. His love for the delicate, famous young man could make him do crazy things. Of course biting at his fingernails was one of them.
Then in an instant his skin began to burn with a new intensity, a fire that had shaped him in to the man that he was now. The Monster attention was in full swing. Kurt had emerged from the hotel. Yet Puck found himself frowning. Kurt could barely walk, being held up by the handsome blond man that seemed to laugh and giggle with some one who was walking behind them. Kurt wasn't a drinker. He was always too composed to get drunk, yet there he was.
Kurt couldn't have changed so fundamentally that he would forget who he was, could he? No of course not. It was a simple mistake. He probably had order something that he wasn't use to, or even got caught up in a moment. Kurt was of course like that and if he wasn't thinking about how much he drank, well then naturally he could have over done it. Puck had been there many a times.
He tall blond man, whom Puck couldn't remember, or had chosen not to remember his name seemed a little forceful in his placing his Kurt in the back of the Limo, still focusing on the young man who had walked out with them of the hotel. The monster growled, and Puck grunted in agreement. No matter how much the tall blond man had had to drink there was no reason to be treating his Kurt like that, his beloved. Nor should he be so disrespectful of Kurt that he would flirt with another man. Puck couldn't fathom that idea. How could he not constantly have his attention drawn to the still child like God whom Puck worshiped? This man was not worthy of Kurt. Certainly Puck had let the idea of perhaps loving Kurt from a distance pass his mind should this tall blond man been worthy of him, even if just for a short time, but this was proof that he wasn't.
Puck watched as the tall blond man pushed Kurt's still comically large feet out of the way and he and the young man pilled into the limo.
Puck through his hand up in the air and a yellow cab pulled up right in front of him.
"I have two hundred dollars if you follow that Limo." With out hesitation the cabby nodded and Puck climbed in the back.
Puck stared intently from the back of the cab at the white limo that carried the key to his happiness in its posh, decedent interior. They had left the city, and while he had tried to keep bearings on where they were, he couldn't. His concern for Kurt was mounting. He couldn't possibly imagine the two men defiling the delicate body. However there were horrid creatures that would seek out innocence only to try to destroy it. Puck had meet them in the institution. They were strange people, disgusting.
If they did take advantage of Kurt, they would pay for it. Puck had a feeling eternity wouldn't be nearly as poetic to them as it was going to be to Kurt and himself.
Before he would have imagined the limo was pulling up in front of a large, beautiful home. Not a mansion or palace as he would have expected, though it could have been considered one. This was with out a doubt Kurt's home. Every thing about it screamed elegance and beauty. It was everything Kurt could have dreamed of. The large green lawn decorated with beautiful flowers, large trees, and a stone path that led to the home. The house its self was as if from a dream, with stone masonry, giving it the look of an 17th century English manor, with blooming vines that reached to the dark grey shingled roof. There was no doubt in Puck's mind that the inside would somewhat or some how resemble James's office. With deep dark wood floors, the house so sparsely decorated that it would echo with every step. White carpet would cover the bed master bed room with large king size bed with grey sheets of the finest thread. Puck couldn't even imagine the bathroom. Though he had no doubt that it would be filled with all of Kurt's creams, lotions, and beauty care products.
A pain in Puck's chest made him realize that he of course could never have provided such a home for Kurt. Yet he also realized that he was going to provide Kurt with so much more then he could ever receive his human body. The house, the cars, the money would mean nothing to him shortly. He would have Puck, and that was all he needed, that was all they both needed, each other.
The cab stopped nearly a block back, an indication to Puck that the cabby had done this little routine before. Puck handed over the money quick as he watched the two men pull the now nearly limp body of Kurt from the limo. They laughed a giggled with each other though the tall blond scooped Kurt up in his arms. A sight that made the Monster roar with unbridled jealousy. Puck felt the tears stinging his eyes as Kurt snuggled his neck in to the handsome mans neck. Which was one of Puck's favorite memories of Kurt, a memory that seemed to be becoming reality as the seconds ticked passed.
There were a lot of memories of Kurt, sensations, emotions, scars. Everything reminded him of his beloved, or inspired him to think about him. There were so many things that made Puck want to run and grab Kurt out of his arms and to hold him. He wanted to kiss his sweet delicate lips, to run his fingers through that soft, silken hair that on so many occasions he had done in and out of enacting their love for each other. The thought of another man doing that was infuriating.
They passed through the gate entrance and Puck's cab drove off with a speed that made him jump with fright. So this was his time to act. He feared the destiny was going to become impatient as it had waited this long, how much longer it could wait, he didn't know.
He slowly made his way over to the stone wall that separated the property from the neighbors. It was high, though not impossible to scale, as Puck did it with ease. Though, as he fell to the ground, his heart began to beat in his chest unbelievably fast, painfully fast.
Every inch of the ground was covered in some kind of light. The shadows that were cast were barely able to hide a cat let alone a man of Puck's stature. He couldn't even take to the trees, or along the wall that he just scaled, as lights illuminated the ground. The Monster coward back in to his mind, into the darkness. Puck's hands were shaking. To him, now, the beautiful home had become an almost impenetrable fortress. It had clearly been designed by Kurt. Only his eye for detail would have eliminated every shadow that Puck could have hid behind, every crack that could have led him to his beloved. Kurt had bathed himself in light, where Puck was his weakest, where the monster couldn't show his true face, where together they ruled.
The tall blond man and his "friend" exited the house laughing. Puck quickly moved behind the trunk of a tree. There a small light shined on him. He could be seen anywhere he went in the vast yard. Even so, the tree had provided him some cover, though how much he didn't know, but would soon find out.
"You're just going to leave him there by himself?" The younger man giggled his voice harsh and abrasive, "You did give him the drugs after all."
"Yeah, he'll wake up in the morning feeling like shit, but no harm done. He said he was going to have a visitor tonight. Now, I guess he won't. So, what was the trick you were talking about with that tongue of yours?"
Puck's legs began to shake in fury. The Monster was trying to force him to run, to cut the beating heart out of the tall mans chest, to feed it to his little friend. Puck wanted too to indulge the Monster; the anger that shuttered through his body like a thunderstorm had to be controlled at all cost. At all cost, for the moment that is.
Kurt was lying in there alone, drugged, unable to care for himself. He needed some one. Even if didn't know that Puck was going to be there watching out for him, caring for him like had done all those times before, he needed some one. The tall blond man was the cause of it, not worthy of Kurt, and Puck hated him with a new found passion. It wasn't simply on the principle of it anymore. He had defiled Kurt's purity in a way that was almost as deplorable as what he had been thinking about in the taxi.
The two exited the gate and laughed and giggled as they walked down the street. The limo apparently waiting to pick them up farther down, or perhaps they had a cab, or the other young man had a home near by. Puck didn't care. He needed to get to Kurt. With the two of them gone, and the sweet beautiful boy he had waited for so long to love again "asleep" some where had made the light not such a treacherous place any more. It wasn't comforting, or relaxing as most people would see it, but for once in his life Puck felt that he could move through the light freely with out fear of something seeing him and following him. This it seemed was the kind of feeling people, normal people, had in the light. Puck would have enjoyed it had he not been so worried about Kurt.
Puck even through all his rage felt badly for walking on the immaculately green grass. Not a single spot of yellow, not a single dead blade. The garden as he approached was full of perfect flowers, only some having minor imperfections in the pedals, but all alive and well. Even the garden at home… at the institution didn't seem so well maintained.
Also the closer he approached his loves home he noticed more details to it, perfect details, even as near as it was it still reminded him of a painting, with the bright pink, blue, purple flowers, and the over grown trees.
Even the large wooden door seemed to be in the perfect place with the small covered porch that would give just enough protection if it was raining. The house was a dream, a perfect home. Had he the money this is the home he would have bought for Kurt. It would have been perfect for them while they lived in this world.
The large wooden door opened easily, not even locked. The tall blonde mans lack of concern for Kurt utterly disturbing. There was only one simple excuse for it. The man was a total dick.
Puck hesitated before entering the home, as if some strange magical force field would keep him for entering, or that the house like the forgetting room would swallow him entirely whole. However he knew that fortune favored the bold. He mustered up his bravado and stepped into the home. He took in a deep breath of air. The house smelled like it was freshly clean. The foray, he was proud he remembered the word, of course he couldn't have forgotten, Kurt always talked of having a foray like this, echoed as his feet landed on the white, expensive tile.
A small chandelier hung over his head; even with out the light shinning through it, he was positive that it was a beautiful piece of work. The house seemed utterly beautiful and Puck was tempted to turn on the lights so that he might be able to see it in the beauty that Kurt had intended it to be seen in. Though, there were all ready small beacons of light in the few rooms he could see. No where was totally dark and Puck felt his heart break. Kurt was still afraid of him. Had the tall blond man been a better boy friend, had he not drugged Kurt then Puck would have never made it in. He smiled a bit. It was fate that had made it this way. Fate would make Kurt fall in love with him again, and then they would crash through the walls of eternity hand in hand together.
He let his eyes adjust to the darkness around him. The little small amount of light helped him more then Kurt had probably intended. Just to the left of the foray was the dinning room, or what Puck assumed was the dinning room. He could see the table, however knowing Kurt it was a formal dinning area. Then he looked to his right, in to the living room. His hear began to beat quickly as he saw the two large feet of his love. The Monster jumped up and screamed loudly in Puck's head "KURT!" They were both beyond joy, beyond bliss. This was what they had both been waiting for. He slowly stepped in to the room.
Kurt lay sprawled out on the floor, as if he were thrown there. His hair was a mess, and his cloths had become wrinkled in the short time since he had been placed on the floor.
He knelt down next to the sleeping boy. Even now his skin still seemed to glow in the darkness after all these years. His hair still shined his lips still full, and kissable. Still perfectly flawless, still a God and still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
All this time and he was only a few inches from the love of his life, the love of his life that he had left him a scar on his soul and his body. His hands trembled his eyes began to well up with tears, he reached out slowly, scared that should he touch him, should he feel the warmth of his body, the softness of his skin that he would vanish like the demon had done earlier that night, that he would disappear and Puck would awake back in Columbus, an old man playing checkers with his long lost lover.
Yet when his hand touched Kurt's when the warmth of the young mans skin began to absorb into his like blood soaks into cotton, when he didn't vanish in front of him, he laughed. The Monster danced with delight, screaming out Kurt's name. This wasn't the moment he had dreamed of naturally, but just to be able to touch the love of his life, his soul mate, was worth the time he had spent away from him.
The soft lady like hands suddenly became a fascination. He lifted Kurt's arm with both his hands still slightly bleeding from his time playing his guitar, and brushed the fingers across his face. He brought the delicate wrist to his nose and inhaled deeply. He kissed each one of Kurt's digits delicately. Blood be-damned.
"Oh baby. I've missed you so much. I know you missed me." He had placed Kurt's hand on his chest, and he held it there tightly. How had he lived? Kurt was the meaning of existence. How could he have let himself be taken away, how could he have failed that night, so long ago?
It would be easier now. Kurt was asleep, he couldn't fight, couldn't try to stop him. If they crossed in to eternity now it would be a surprise, a warm welcoming surprise to Kurt.
Puck now laid gently down by his love, placing his head on his chest and listening to the powerful heart beat. He pulled Kurt closer to him, his body reacting to the presence of his one true love. He had grown unbearably hard in his jeans.
The smell of Kurt sent waves of passion and euphoria through his body as he began to quiver. He pulled Kurt tighter to his body. The monster lost some where in his mind perhaps dancing wildly through the long lost memories and sensations. As his fantasized about making love to Kurt, of feeling the boy move under his body, moan in pleasure; drag his manicured finger nails painfully down Puck's back he realized how close he was to cuming. That part of his body wasn't even touching the god like boy and still he felt it passing over him like an explosion of heat and love. He began to shake, as he lightly bit down on Kurt's chest. If this wasn't true love, if this wasn't how it was meant to be, that just touching Kurt could do this to him, then perhaps he was crazy.
He let out a moan as he body tensed. How could it be so crazy to love some one so much that all you had to do was touch them and feel as if you had just had the best sex of your life? That's not crazy at all. That's they way true love is. Only death could seal that bond, he was now more resolute then ever on his plan. Kurt had he would die… together.