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storypaint ([personal profile] storypaint) wrote2010-01-04 02:51 am

[Glee] 'Til Morning is Nigh (Puck/Kurt)

Title: 'Til Morning is Nigh
Fandom: Glee
Length: 415 words
Prompt: [livejournal.com profile] comment_fic: Glee, Puck/Kurt, missing his mom at Christmas
Pairing: Puck/Kurt established
Other: See prompt; some discussion of death.

Excerpt: Puck knows that Kurt's mom is dead, and he doesn't really talk about her, even though Puck would be good and at least try to listen if he wanted to talk about her, because Kurt is all about feelings and stuff.

Puck knows that Kurt's mom is dead, and he doesn't really talk about her, even though Puck would be good and at least try to listen if he wanted to talk about her, because Kurt is all about feelings and stuff. He's even told Kurt that before, and when Kurt thanked him he seemed sincere, so it takes Puck a little while to figure out what the problem is when his partner gets quiet around Christmas.

Puck hasn't celebrated Christmas before, but he knows it's supposed to be friendly and joyous or something like that; like Hanukkah but crammed into one day. He's seen all the holiday specials, and he's never seen one like this, when he comes into Kurt's dad's room and finds Kurt on the floor, his eyes shut, and the dresser drawer open.

He thinks he moves like a ninja, but Kurt sits up suddenly, looking almost panicked when he sees Puck. Puck can smell a lady's perfume on the air, and without thinking, he says, "That's nice."

Kurt sniffles, and says, "Yeah. If I'm away too long, sometimes I think I'll forget what she smelled like."

He gets up and closes the drawer gently, and that's when Puck realizes what Kurt is talking about. It has been strange to come home on break, but something about walking into his mother's house and smelling latkes and laundry detergent and all of those things that mean "mom" to him is incredibly comforting. This is all that Kurt has-- a drawer of clothes that his father is too torn to throw out. It really sucks, Puck thinks. Mrs. Hummel was probably pretty awesome, if her husband and son were anything to judge by. (Once Burt had realized that Puck wasn't just jerking his son around, he'd turned out to be a pretty cool guy.)

"Nah," Puck says, "you have a really good memory. I would have totally failed Freshman Bio without you."

He puts a hand on Kurt's shoulder, and Kurt looks up at him and rolls his eyes. His eyes are a little red, but not very much, so Puck guesses that he hasn't been crying for very long, which is good. He's resigned to Kurt's emotionality but that doesn't mean he likes it when his boyfriend is unhappy.

"That isn't the same thing at all," he returns, but reaches up to brush Puck's hand, and after a moment's sigh, he pulls Puck gently out of the room.

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