Oh, Boy! What The Puck?
Disclaimer: I never owned Glee.
Chapter 1: Not Again
Kurt Hummel woke up to the morning sun streaming through his window. He blinked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and turned to find an unexpected sight. There, lying peacefully beside him, was Noah Puckerman, snoring lightly and oblivious to the world.
Kurt's heart pounded as he sat up, eyes wide. "Blaine!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the room. He hoped his boyfriend would come running to explain this bizarre situation. But instead of Blaine, Puck stirred.
Puck groaned, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. "Why are you yelling, babe?" he asked, his voice rough from sleep. He looked at Kurt, confusion clear in his eyes. "And why don't you recognize me?"
Kurt stared at him, his mind racing. "You're not Blaine," he said, his voice shaky. "You're Puck."
Puck frowned, looking genuinely confused. "No, I'm Blaine," he insisted, his tone serious. "Why would you think I'm Puck?"
Before Kurt could respond, the door to his room opened, and Tina Cohen-Chang walked in. She took one look at the scene and sighed, shaking her head. "Not again," she whispered.
"Tina, what's going on?" Kurt asked, his voice desperate.
Tina took a deep breath, her eyes distant as she recalled a dream. "In the dream, we were all different," she said. "I was Rachel, you were Finn, Puck was Blaine, and Santana was Artie."
Kurt blinked, trying to wrap his mind around the idea. "That's... bizarre," he admitted. "But what does it mean?"
Tina shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "But it felt real. And when I saw Blaine's picture on Puck's grave... I knew something was wrong."
A chill ran down Kurt's spine. "We need to figure this out," he said, determination in his voice. "We need to find out what's going on."
Kurt was still trying to process everything when the front door opened. In walked Beth, now fourteen and looking like her biological father, Puck. Behind her was a little girl with bright eyes and a mop of curly hair—Tracy, Kurt's four-year-old daughter.
"Dad!" Tracy squealed, running towards Kurt. He scooped her up in his arms, holding her close. Beth followed at a more sedate pace, smiling.
"Daddy!" Tracy then turned to Puck, her arms outstretched. Puck took her from Kurt, a genuine smile on his face.
"Daddy's here, sweetheart," he said softly. Kurt watched them, his heart aching. This was his family. It was unconventional, confusing, and completely unexpected, but it was his.
He looked at Beth, watching the scene, with a knowing smile. "You knew," he said, not a question but a statement.
Beth shrugged, her smile turning wistful. "I've always known," she admitted. "Daddy may look like Puck, but he's always been Blaine to me."
Kurt nodded, understanding dawning on him. He turned to Puck, meeting his gaze. "Blaine," he said steadily. "Welcome home."
Kurt decided to embrace this new reality. It wasn't what he'd expected, but it was his, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.
Later, Tina and Kurt sat in the quiet of the living room, the kids upstairs, and the house settling around them. Tina turned to Kurt, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Do you remember that list you made in high school?" she asked. "The one describing your dream guy?"
Kurt blinked, surprised. "I haven't thought about that in years," he admitted. "Why?"
Tina shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "I was just thinking... Doesn't Puck, or Blaine, fit that list?"
Kurt was silent for a moment, considering. Then slowly, he nodded. "He does," he said softly. "He really does."
They sat, the weight of the realization settling between them. Then Kurt turned to Tina, determination in his eyes.
"Let's not discuss this anymore," he said. "Puck being Blaine, Blaine being Puck... It doesn't matter. He's here, part of our family, and that's all that matters."
Tina nodded, her expression serious. "Agreed," she said. "Let's just... let it be."
And so they made a pact, a silent agreement to accept their reality, without question or doubt. After all, family was family, no matter how unconventional.
Life went on in the Hummel-Puckerman household. There were moments of confusion and disbelief, but they were far outweighed by laughter, love, and family.
Beth grew into a beautiful and talented young woman, her voice echoing through the halls of William McKinley High School just like her father's once did. Tracy, with her bright eyes and infectious laughter; was the light of their lives, her antics bringing joy and warmth to their home.
Puck, or Blaine, was a constant presence, his love for Kurt is evident in every look and touch. He was a doting father to Tracy, a mentor to Beth, and a partner to Kurt. He fits into their lives seamlessly, as if he was always meant to be there.
Kurt fell in love again, not with the Blaine he remembered. But with this new Blaine, this Puck-Blaine who was so different yet so familiar. He was everything Kurt had ever wanted—everything he had written on that list all those years ago.
Tina, ever the supportive friend, stood by them through it all. She never brought up her dream again and never mentioned the cemetery or the gravestones. It was a part of their past, a mystery they chose not to solve. Because in the end, it didn't matter. They were family, and that was all that mattered.
And so they lived their lives, one day at a time, surrounded by love and family. It was unconventional; it was confusing, but it was theirs. And they wouldn't have it any other way.
Flashback:
Kurt took Tracy and Beth to the park. They sat by the very fountain where Tina had hit her head all those years ago. They watched the water sparkle in the sunlight, and Tracy threw a penny into the fountain.
"What did you wish for, sweetheart?" Kurt asked, pulling her onto his lap.
"I wished that Nono was my daddy," Tracy said, her voice soft and innocent.
Kurt felt a pang in his heart. He looked at Beth, who was watching them with a sad smile. "And what about you, Beth?" he asked.
"I wished that I was Puck's daughter again," Beth admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kurt was silent for a moment, his heart aching. He looked at the fountain, at the water shimmering under the sun. He took a deep breath reached into his pocket and pulled out a penny.
"I wish I had Blaine back," he whispered, then threw the penny into the fountain.
That night, Kurt went to bed with a heavy heart, the wishes of his family echoing in his mind. When he woke up the next morning, he found Puck passed out in his bed, insisting he was Blaine.
Flashforward:
At that moment, Kurt realized that their wishes had come true in the most unexpected way. It was confusing and overwhelming, but also a second chance at love and family. And for that, Kurt was grateful.
It was a quiet evening, the house empty save for Kurt and Puck. Beth and Tracy were out with Tina, leaving them alone for the first time since Puck had become Blaine.
They were lying in bed, the sheets tangled around them, the air filled with the lingering scent of their love. Puck turned to Kurt, a serious expression on his face.
"Kurt," he began, his voice soft. "There's something I need to tell you."
Kurt turned to him, his heart pounding. "What is it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Puck took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "I lied to you. I'm Puck. The day I broke up with Quinn for the millionth time, I made a wish," he confessed. "I wished that I could be your dream man."
Kurt was silent for a moment, his mind racing. Then, slowly, he reached out, his hand finding Puck's. "You already are," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "You always have been."
And in that moment, they understood. They understood the wishes, the dreams, the strange twist of fate that had brought them together. They understood that they were meant to be, and were each other's dream come true.
And so, they held each other close, their hearts beating in sync, their souls intertwined. They were a family, in love and that was all that mattered.