The Event
Author: GleekShip
Spoilers: This is Season Two. I may or may not use ideas throughout. Except for Blaine. No Blaine At All.
Summary: Kurt gives McKinley an Event that nobody will ever forget.
Pairings: Kurt/Puck
The Event
KURT
"Was that too much?" Puck asks from the bottom of the stairs.
Kurt sighs as he sits up on his bed. "No."
Puck chuckles and approaches the boy. "What's wrong?" He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed.
Kurt shakes his head and lays down.
Puck pokes his leg. "Come on. Tell me."
Kurt gives him a small smile before sighing. "It's just that I know that they were trying to be normal, but they kept looking at me weird. They all expect me to try and kill myself. I know I brought it on myself." He shakes his head in frustration. "I just wish I've never tried in the first place. I'm so stupid."
Puck crawls across the bed until he's beside Kurt. He props his head up on his elbow.
"You're not stupid. And the past is the past. That's all it is. You can grow from it, learn from it. Everything in your past makes you who you are today." He offers a smile to the smaller boy. "Just imagine if you tried to kill yourself while you're living alone in New York. You'd have no one to help you. At least here, you did it where you could get help. Even if at the time, you didn't think you needed it. And I know it sounds stupid for me to say this, but I'm glad that you tried it in public rather than when you're alone. You gave me the chance to save you." Puck reaches up and moves a piece of hair out of Kurt's eyes. "And it will take time for your friends to understand you."
"Only you understand me." Kurt whispers.
"I'm beginning to. I'm trying to."
Kurt chuckles.
"What?"
"Nothing." Kurt answers.
"Okay . . . so what do you want to talk-"
Kurt leans up and places a soft kiss against Puck's lips. He pulls back slowly and stares into Puck's eyes.
Puck gulps. "Why did you do that?" Puck whispers.
Kurt sighs. "Just . . . you. You've been the best thing in my life recently. And I owe you a thank you. I'll owe you a thank you for the rest of my life."
"No. I should be thanking you. For letting me in your life after all I've done. The dumpster div-" Kurt places a finger on Puck's mouth.
"The past is the past." Puck grins as Kurt repeats his words from earlier.
"Are you sure? You don't want to beat me up, or throw a pee balloon at me?" Puck suggested.
Kurt giggles. "No. I'm fine with how everything is. It's so close to perfect."
"Close?" Puck whispers.
"I just want one more thing." Kurt says softly. His eyes are starting to droop.
"What?"
Kurt smiles as he drifts off into sleep.
Kurt glances at a sleeping Puck before slipping into his bathroom. Kurt looks in the mirror.
You're ugly. A stupid, ugly, fat faggot. No one will ever want you.
He opens the mirror door and stares into the medicine cabinet.
Where are my pills? My razors?
He slams the door shut and a tiny crack appears in the mirror.
Who the hell does he thinks he is? If I want to kill myself then he should let me. Those were my backup plan.
Kurt twirls around from the sink and scans the bathroom.
Where?
He grins. He stalks to the shower and rips the curtain open. Only his shampoos and body washes are there.
Dang it!
He lets out a deep breath before turning and facing the room again.
There's no other place. Unless.
Kurt turns and faces the bathtub. He drops the stopper in the drain.
Finally.
He turns the water on full blast.
Peace.
He tugs his shirt off.
Freedom.
He slides his belt off and his pants drop to the floor.
I can finally join mom.
He slips his silk boxers over his thin, pale legs.
She'll be so proud.
He steps on foot into the pool of warm water.
Dad will be sad, but he'll be okay.
He sits down in the tub and shuts the water off.
He'll get through this.
He slides down in the water and watches the ripples of water threatening to go over the edge.
He doesn't need a fag in his life.
He closes his eyes once he's completely submerged.
This world will be better off. One less fag. One less problem. Hopefully my suicide will lead to a bunch of follow attempts. I'll be a hero.
He slowly rises from the water and leans his head back.
One less gay kid.
He glances over to the edge of the bathtub at the small metal.
One more happy school.
He picks the thin razor up.
One more happy family.
He places the blade against his skin.
Finn is the perfect son.
He drags the blade down the length of his forearm.
My dad will finally be happy.
The water becomes red.
I'm finally making him proud.
Kurt chuckles as he slowly sinks into the water.
I'm sorry, but this had to happen. This is an angst story. Please don't hate me. So please review and criticize everything. I want to know what you think. I love reading reviews, the longer the better.