Little Pieces
(Puck/Kurt)
One day, a little boy was born with a big, warm heart full of love. As he grew bigger, he gave a little piece of his heart to his mama and his daddy. And when she was born, he gave a piece to his baby sister. The little boy had such a big heart and so much love to give away. He filled it with memories and happiness.
One day, the little boy sat before his big warm heart. He smiled at all the memories and love held within it.
A man came and the little boy smiled. He stood to greet him but something was wrong. In his hand, the man held the piece of the little boy's heart. The boy watched as that hand drew back and chucked the piece at his heart. When it hit, the big heart gave a shudder and thousands of little cracks began forming. The little boy met the muddy brown eyes of the man, "why" resting on his tongue. The man turned his back to the little boy and walked away.
The little boy watched and waited. Day after day, he waited for his daddy to come back. And as he waited, the cracks in his big warm heart got deeper and wider. Until one day, the little boy realized his father was never coming back. That day, the little boy's heart shattered. The little boy cried, surrounded in the broken pieces of his heart.
The little boy cried for days, wishing and pleading for his father to come back. But he never would. Then, a little cry sounded behind him. The little boy sniffed and hiccupped as he forced the tears to stop. He still had his mama and his baby sister to love. He was the man of the house now. He had to take care of mama and his baby sister.
So, the little boy stood and began gathering the pieces of his broken heart. He began to put them together, one by one. Some of the pieces held happy memories, ones he put deep inside his heart so no one could hurt them again. Sometimes, the little boy got sad or angry and would throw pieces away. Pieces that held memories of that man. He threw them away, never to have the same love for a father again.
When it was finished, it was a smaller than before. There were some dents and cracks here and there but the little boy was proud of it. He'd put all the precious things in the very center and made the outside stronger. So his heart would never break again.
From that day on, the boy gave his love only to his mama and his baby sister. Even when they fought and yelled at one another or the little girl cried and said she hated him, the little boy loved them. He kept their love deep inside his heart, safe and whole.
One day, a beautiful girl came. The little boy stood before his heart, arms out in hopes to protect it. She looked over his shoulder and smiled. She was so beautiful with her yellow curls and big blue eyes. She stepped closer and the little boy let her. She got closer and closer until the little boy was ready to let her have his heart. He was ready to give it to her.
Then, the girl's smile fell. She lifted her hands and shoved him hard in the chest. The little boy cried when he fell back into his little cracked heart. It shattered, just like before. Because while his back was turned and while that girl got closer, every step she took caused another crack in his heart. The pieces of his heart scattered over the floor beneath him and at her feet. She looked at them like they were bugs. The little boy watched as she picked up a little piece. Tears fell when she held it to her stomach and ran away.
The little boy cried harder than ever as he tried to put his heart back together for the second time. He knew he would never see that little piece of his heart again and he didn't want to. It was for his baby girl, his precious little life that he would never get to call his own. And when he got sad or angry, the little boy threw away a few more pieces of his heart. It was hard and painful but he kept trying. He buried the happy memories even deeper this time, tried making the outside even stronger.
One day, another girl came. The boy jumped up, putting himself between her and his half-built heart. He growled and she glared. She flipped her black hair and jutted a hip. He sneered back at her. With a roll of her eyes, the diva sashayed away, having left without touching his heart. The little boy was glad for that.
He continued to build, hoping he could finish it soon. He wanted to protect it even more than ever. And sometimes, he wished he had help. His mama and baby sister came now and then and put a piece back into place. But sometimes it was in the wrong spot and he'd have to move it. He wished someone would come and help him put his heart back together.
Then, one day, he invited a girl to help him. He showed her his half-built heart. He was proud of it and wanted her to see what good could come of it, if she helped him. She looked at the boy and then his little half-built heart. She picked up a few pieces and examined them. The little boy watched and waited, hoping she would like it and help him.
With a shrug, the girl tossed the pieces away like they were a rock from her shoe. She sneered at the stunned little boy, gave him a kiss, and walked away.
The little boy felt anger after that. As he put his heart back together, alone, he swore to himself that he would never let anyone near his heart again. He'd never give it away and he'd never let it break again.
If only he could finish rebuilding it.
There were others who came and tried getting near his heart but the little boy was stubborn. He was strong and he fought back. Some of them tried to beat him but he always managed to shove them away. No one could come near his heart. It was smaller and duller in color and there were some pieces he just didn't know where to put them.
One day, the little boy was sitting with his back to his heart, glaring and waiting for anyone to come near. He'd been so focused on protecting his heart that there were still pieces sitting on the floor around him.
The little boy was startled when he heard the sound of a piece of his heart falling into place. He spun around to attack the person who touched his heart.
Another little boy sat before him, pieces of his heart resting gently in his pale hands. The boy nibbled on his pink lip as he examined each piece carefully, caressing them like they were rare gems. Bright blue-silver eyes lit with joy when another piece fell into place. He turned to the heart's owner, smiling with pride and happiness.
The pale little boy reached up and grabbed the other's hand, urging him to sit beside him. He adjusted his silky scarf before turning back to the piece of heart in his hand. He was gentle and kind as he spoke to the boy. The little boy watched as the other began to put the rest of his heart back together. It was strange how this smaller, paler boy had slipped in. It was almost like he'd been here before, putting a piece back one at a time.
When they ran out of pieces, the little boy almost cried. There was one piece missing, a little hole in his heart never to be filled. His companion smiled as he reached into his pocket. He pulled forth a little purple heart, just the right size and shape for hole in the boy's heart. Carefully, with the kindness and love he'd shown with the other pieces, the boy placed the purple piece into the hole.
The boys smiled as all the little cracks began to heal and the little heart returned to its brilliant red color. In the center was a purple heart-shaped piece.
"That's an interesting picture."
Puck lifted his pencil from the page of his sketchbook. It was an image of two little boys, one with a mohawk, the other with a scarf around his neck. They were standing before a little red heart, the center piece purple. Puck felt the other lean against his shoulders.
"It that you?"
"Yep." Puck answered, lifting a hand to rest it on the soft white one on his shoulder.
"You were so cute as a kid," Kurt cooed with a smile.
"And you looked like a choirboy." Puck received a smack on the back of his head. "Kidding."
"Caveman."
"Yeah, yeah, Princess."
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Glee © Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, Ian Brennan and FOX
Just a little something that's been floating around my head for several months now. Just to clarify, the main character it Puck, he's the little boy with the broken heart. The characters that come in and break it are (in order): His father, Quinn, Mercedes, Lauren, miscellaneous (Finn, Rachel, Santana, etc.) and Kurt(who doesn't hurt it but help it heal).
I hope you liked this. If you have any questions, suggesting or requests, feel free to let me know and I'll do my best.
As always,
Jo Manta