Noir watched helplessly as she watched herself yell at Kurt, pain ripping through her chest at the broken look on his face. She wanted nothing more than to deny it, but deep down, she knew she had always been jealous of how Kurt had it. He had friends, family, people who loved him. But she truly loved Kurt, and as she followed her body, she didn't know when she would get the chance to tell him. Who was in control now? Gemmy was the one who yelled, she had always been the angry one, but the calm person that swayed down the halls as if in a trance was unfamiliar to her. It seemed as if the body was on auto-pilot with no one in control. Suddenly, Noir heard it humming Silent Night under it's breath. Wanderer.
The strange alter always acted like a small lost child, humming the same song, but never speaking. She only had two expressions: dreamy and blank.
Noir followed her alter around, waiting for a chance to regain control of herself. She cursed her therapist. The man thought it would be good to take a break of her medication, hoping it would be a chance for her to bond with the alters, but they thought it was time for revenge for keeping them locked away. She tried to get back inside, doing everything from begging to threatening, but Wanderer ignored her, a small triumphant smirk the only thing letting Noir know she was aware of all her attempts.
"You BITCH!" she sobbed, punching Wanderer in the face, but her fist simply slipped through, making no impact on the alter, "it's mine! Let me in!"
Not knowing what to do, she faded into her mind, too tired to deal with anything anymore and slept.
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Puck felt his heart soar when his lips touched Kurt, feeling slightly guilty about taking advantage of Kurt's emotions to make his move, but when he felt those soft lips move against his, he felt all of his self control ebb away until the only thing that was left was passion and ferocity. He needed to let Kurt know how much he wanted him. Needed him. He moaned, his hands placing themselves on Kurt's hips, the smaller boy, responding eagerly, wrapping his arms around the jock's neck. "God, Kurt," he whispered against the countertenor's lips, "I love you so much." Kurt simply kissed him harder, tears starting to slip down his cheeks.
"Kurt?" Puck asked, pulling back, slightly alarmed, "Are you okay?"
He brushed away a tear with the pad of his thumb as Kurt swallowed, looking away from the larger boy. "I-I'm sorry, it's just….. You just… I'm sorry," he said, standing up, about to leave, but Puck pulled him down, embracing him against his chest.
"Don't leave, tell me. What's wrong?"
Kurt sniffed, "It's stupid. I just… after Chris, I just felt like I was worthless, and you just… made me feel special," he whispered, looking up at Puck through his lashes, guilt and shame written on his face, " Oh Gaga, that was so pathetic," he said, burying his face in his hands.
Even throughout the whole fiasco, Kurt had never let anyone but Noir see his vulnerability. Seeing Kurt open up to him made him feel like he was on cloud 9. He pried away Kurt's hands away from his face and looked him in the eyes. "That was not pathetic, I know exactly how you feel," he breathed, lightly stroking Kurt's cheek, "it's why I fell in love with you."
"Huh?"
FLASHBACK
5TH GRADE
"Hey, where's the stupid fairy going?" Karofsky asked, sneering as he watched Kurt walk over to the part of the playground that none of the kids ever went to. The other boys jeered and waved him off, deciding to go play tag, but Puck followed him, running after the small boy, going along with the tugging in his chest instead of ignoring it.
Kurt, not knowing of his follower, walked to the corner of the playground he claimed his own, sitting on a bench that was hidden behind the building. It had been a week after his mother's death, and he was determined to go to school. He pulled his knees up to his chest, letting the tears that he had been holding in fall, singing quietly to himself, unaware of Puck watching him.
I miss you, I miss your smile
And I still shed a tear every once in a while
And even though it's different now
You're still here somehow
My heart won't let you go
And I need you to know
I miss you
Kurt broke off at that point, Puck nearly crying out at the loss of the beautiful voice. The porcelain boy was now sobbing openly, his small frame racking with sobs, his arms hugging his knees like they were his lifeline. Unable to see Kurt in so much pain, Puck sat by him and wrapped his arms around the boy's slender frame and pulled him close. The crying immediately stopped as Kurt jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of Puck. Sniffling, he looked up, dark brown eyes meeting watery glasz ones. "P-Puck?" he choked out, "What are y-you doing?" he asked, his voice small and breathless, causing Puck's heart to race slightly as he took in the boy's appearance. His hair was slightly ruffled and his flushed skin stood out against his soft pink lips.
"Don't cry," he said softly, stroking Kurt's hair, coaxing him to relax. It worked as he slowly snuggled closer to Puck until the end of recess, the larger boy reluctant to let go as they ran to class.
"Hey, where did you go? Wait, were you hanging with the fag?" one of the boys asked Puck.
Glancing over to see Kurt watching him, then back to the boys, he smirked. "No way, he's such a queer."
His hear broke to see Kurt's eyes fill with fresh tears.
FLASHBACK OVER