The Gleeks, his friends didn't want to be around him. Yet they felt guilty to leave him alone.
Kurt rather wished they just did. He was so tired so them coming in with false enthusiasm and big painful smiles.
Every time one of them dragged out their high pitched "Hiiiii...." he wanted to slap them across the face. Because it hurt too much to see their smile flutter at the end of that fake note.
They think he brought it apron himself. That's what he thought. So he stuck his tongue in between his chattering teeth, so they wouldn't hear. So they won't know...
At first he would ask about Puck, calmly so he wouldn't be sedated again. They had nothing to say, they clammed completely up. But Kurt could see it in their eyes. They needed to tell him, to spill whatever little bit of gossip they were holding onto.
But Kurt didn't push it; he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Brittany was the only one that slightly honesty. She sat down, and put it right out there, "I don't want to be here, I'm only here because Santana said I should be. I like you Kurt, but..."
Kurt was kind of grateful for her brutally honest ways.
Mercedes and Tina brought him fashion magazines from waiting room. They could have helped if they weren't so fucking old and out of fucking style!
Kurt fought every impulse that told him to whip the god forsaken magazine at the wall. He ignored them and smiled at his friends. He agreed in their witty banter about how ridiculous their cloths were.
This form of entertainment didn't last long, leaving the girls feeling awkward as they tried not rock on their heels, "We'll be ri-right back." Tina managed to get out. Mercedes agreed and they rushed past of the ugly ass yellow hospital curtain.
He screamed. He chucked the paperback, its colourful pages spinning out of control, just like Kurt's life was. It slugged the ugly ass curtain with a dull flap before falling to the floor. It wasn't as rewarding as Kurt expected.
As he had wished.
Finn entered the curtained off area, with his eyebrows nearly in at his hairline.
Kurt took one look at him and forced himself to stop his heaving chest. His nostrils were flaring, "Hey Finn."
"Hiii." Finn stooped down and snatched the magazine, flipping through it aimless. He was about to drop it right onto Kurt's wheelie little table. Right onto Kurt's Caramilk bar.
With an inappropriate sense of panic, Kurt lunged to save the candy bar. His hands with the tubes in them pinched around the plastic hoses as his hands moved faster than his head. Kurt cradled the chocolate to his chest.
Finn just gawked at him before stepping back, deciding not to ask the rape victim why he was acting oddly.
Finn sat down and the boys were silently. Completely silent. So silent that Kurt focused on the air that passed over his lips. Finn focused on the shadows that passed by under the ugly ass yellow hospital curtain.
So when the tall teen's phone vibrated in his pocket both boys flinch, it harsh sound striking both of them to their very bone.
*
Puck waved his arm through his bars calling out, "Yo, Officer?"
One impatiently made his way over to Puck, with his thumbs tucked in behind his gun holster, his hand "rested" over his 9 mm. He said nothing just stared at the teenage, his tongue pushing at the backs of his teeth.
"Can I get my one phone call?"
The guard unlocked the cell and escorted Puck to the payphone, following uncomfortably close behind him.
Puck punched in the last phone number he dialled and he waited for it to be picked up, he glanced over his shoulder. Twitching his eyebrow is such a way it told the Officer to fuck the right off...but you know respectively.
"Man you're lucky. I have just one bar of services. So any ways, who are you are?" Finn answered over the other line.
"Finn, its Puck."
Finn nearly dropped his phone and Puck could tell by his voice, "Heeeyyyy Man, how's it going?"
Kurt stared at his face set in utter confusion.
Puck pressed down all the bad feelings that his best friend's words gave him, "Are you anywhere near Kurt?" Puck waited and heard rustling.
"Puck?" Kurt breathed, his voice cracking a lot more than it should have.
The mohawked teen's heart sank but he would never admit. Why was he talking to Kurt? Kurt was safe. Puck doesn't have any business with the boy yet, "Hey Hummel, how you doing?" It came out smooth, nearly a coo.
Kurt`s face lit up before it crumbled, `` Oh My God, PUCK! I can`t believe the police arrested you. They have no right. You were doing the right thing. It is despicable how they did that-``
Puck tried to calm the boy, his hand waving into receiver even though Kurt couldn`t see him, `Whoa Whoa Whoa, Calm down. It`s ok, things will work themselves out. ``
``But it`s my fault,`` Kurt started, that phase playing a little too much truth in Kurt`s mind. ``If you didn`t...`
Puck barked into the corded phone, `` Do Not Blame Yourself. Do not! It`s the fucking justice system that screwed this bill up. Kurt?" Puck licked his lips as he discover his reason for his call, " Did you find the Caramilk?"
"Yeah?" Kurt eyed the chocolate bar, "What about it?"
"Was it good?" Puck was calling to ask about candy. Yeah he could justify that, he was just that bored.
Kurt's brown frowned, "No, I don't eat chocolate." Finn gave him an odd look but Kurt choose to ignore it.
Puck smirked into pay phone, "Dude I didn't get it for you, so you could girl out and whine about how it will go to your ass. Kurt, eat the Caramilk."
"Why did you even get it for me?" Kurt pinched at the soft chocolate, squishing it. Kneading at it with his fingers.
"Ahh, because your loopy when you're doped up. You babbled on and on about Caramilk's." Puck gave a wolfish grin without himself noticing, "My eyes reminded you of them."
The guard behind him gave a hearty snort.
Kurt glanced down at the candy bar, he thought of Puck's eyes, and blushed profusely. "Well however I'm not eating it. You know how many empty calories are in this thing?" He turned the bar in his hands.
Finn was completely confused.
This light conversation, the playful banter, it was what Puck needed, a happy outlet, "I went to jail for you the least you can do it eat the Caramilk."
"My dad's bailing you out, so ha I don't have to!"
And then it was gone, typical, just when you can feel it, it's taken anyway.
"There is no bail, I have a hearing tomorrow. For attempted murdered." Puck masked his voice, because he was stating a fact. Just a fact.
"What! They really can't do that. It's unconstitutional!" Kurt continued to ramble, Puck found no room to interrupt, so he screamed.
"KURT!" Puck waited as for boys panting on the other line to stop, "It'll work out, ok so calm down!" Puck was interrupted as the Officer tapped him on the shoulder. Puck glanced over at him, the guy pointed to his wrist. "Ok Kurt I have to go, but all you can do to help is eat the fucking chocolate ba-"
The guard hung up the phone for him, "Your lawyer is here."
READ ME OUT OF LOVE!!!
I still have epic evil writer's block. But ur music, has really helped!!
Like i have said before, i have furture chapters writen, but i still have like half the fic to write. So every week if Ill update well this god forsaken block is over... DAMN YOU WRITE'S BLOCK!!!!!!!!!!
GRRRRR
Wiat i have another Glee fic that is half way written, ( What is with me and half written...) anyways should i post that one as well? It's not a Puck/ Kurt. It's a OC/Kurt... but it'snot like a mary sue fic. And it's not NEARLY as angsty. it's kinda funny and cheery.