GET OFF FUCKING POTTERMORE. I WAS HERE FIRST. I GREW UP WITH HARRY POTTER. I STARTED READING IT WHEN I WAS 4. WHICH WAS BEFORE YOU WERE EVEN FUCKING BORN. GET OFF POTTERMORE AND LET THE REAL FANS DO WHAT THEY NEED TO DO.
So I’m not personally planning to join Pottermore. SHRUG. But it would be tactful of the younger people to just calm down for a day or two and stop using up all the bandwidth.
Your age doesn’t have anything to do with how much of a fan you are or how much those books mean to you. I started reading the books when I was 10 in the 2011 and now I’m 20, does this mean that I’m not the right kind of fan because I didn’t read the books as soon as I knew how to read or because I only started after the first movie because I didn’t know what Harry Potter was before or because I only started reading years later the books first came out? It makes you a fan how much you care about something not how long you have been there. The fact that a new generation that wasn’t even born when the first movie came out or they are so young that they were 4 when the first movie came out or weren’t born when the books first came out, only means how much important these books are, those are not reasons to tell someone to stay away from something. Being there longer doesn’t make you a better fan or a more worth fan, because no one has any right to tell someone else to stay away. I could tell non European people to get away from the website because it’s midnight on my side of the world not on theirs, yet, I’m not doing it.
PucKurt: "And I'll make sure to keep my distance/ Say 'I love you' when you're not listening." (Lyrics from "Distance" by Christina Perri)
I wasn’t sure if you wanted Puck to sing it or not, so I looked up the lyrics and wrote a story close to it. I hope you will enjoy it!
Puck stared at Kurt from across the room. Finn was talking about the next football game, but Puck wasn’t listening, his attention focused on Kurt laughing with Rachel, talking about New York and the big plans for the future.
It was hard being with Kurt because he never gave a name to what they had, never seemed to care as much as Puck did. It was ironic, Puck kept thinking, that for the first time he really cared about making a relationship work and the person he was with didn’t even call him his boyfriend.
"Puck, dude, are you listening to me?" Finn put a hand on Puck’s shoulder, squeezing to get him to look his way.
"Yeah, sorry." Puck turned his attention back on his best friend, laughing at the all the right times and doing his best to stop thinking about Kurt.
Later that week Puck found himself sleeping over at the Hudmel’s. The one good thing about Kurt not ucknowledging that they had, was that Burt never stopped him from sleeping over.
Once Puck was sure that everyone in the house was asleep, he got up and walked quietly into Kurt’s room.
The bedside lamp was still on and Kurt was asleep with his face resting on a magazine. Puck smiled walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge of the mattress. He kept his eyes fixed on Kurt’s sleeping form, taking in the slightly parted lips, the ruffled hair, the way his left hand was clutching the sheet and the little frown creasing his forehead.
He slowly slid the magazine from under Kurt’s head and then combed his fingers through Kurt’s hair feeling his stomach tightening up in knots. “I love you,” he whispered, knowing that Kurt wouldn’t hear him. It was easier that way.
After that night, slowly, Puck started keeping his distance as well. It was easier to pretend that they both wanted to take it that way. He noticed Kurt looking at him curiously a few times, as if he was trying to understand what was going on, but he never asked so Puck never told. He wondered if they could still call it “being together” when they barely spoke to one another if someone was around.
Puck closed his locker and turned around to walk to Math but found himself looking at Kurt.
"Hey," Kurt said tentatively.
"Kurt." Puck started walking away and Kurt fell into steps beside him.
"I talked with Rachel," Kurt said.
"Discussing apartment hunting in New York?" Puck asked casually.
"No." Kurt reached out, grabbing Puck’s arm to lead him into the nearest bathroom. He checked all the stalls before looking at Puck. "I’m sorry."
Puck frowned. “For what?”
"She’s the only one I told about us and she told me that I should stop being selfish, that this is important for you and that I shouldn’t close myself off just because it’s easier that way." Kurt tried to smile at Puck when he stepped closer, but it felt forced and fake so he stopped. "I’m sorry for the way I treated you. You deserve a lot better."
Puck looked away. It was the first time anyone ever told him that he deserved better. He was usually the one who heard the speech, “you’re not worth it" or "you’re not enough" and hearing Kurt actually say that Puck deserved better, made him feel strange. He wasn’t used to that.
"So," Kurt started again after Puck didn’t answer him. "I want you to meet dad so he can forbid you to sleep over and I want to walk down the halls with you and I want you to sing something to me at glee and I want to sing to you." He took another step forward reaching out tentatively for Puck’s hand. "I was afraid because of your reputation and I was wrong. I hurt you and I’m sorry."
He felt Puck slowly sliding his fingers through his and he had to stop himself from just hug Puck tight and never let go.
"I changed, Kurt, a lot." Puck was looking down at their entwined hands, at his thumb tracing Kurt’s knuckles.
Puck took a deep breath and finally nodded. He was still hurt but he had been sure that Kurt would have just let it go, that he wouldn’t have tried to talk with Puck, that Kurt wasn’t going to show that what they had mattered to him too. So having Kurt standing there, apologizing, reaching out for him, made him feel for the first time like he wasn’t in this alone.
He nodded again squeezing Kurt’s hand. “Okay.”
"Are you sure?"
Puck looked into Kurt’s eyes and finally smiled back. “Are you my boyfriend now?” he asked, chuckling.
"Yeah. So, do you want to maybe walk me to class? Or we could go under the bleachers."
Puck laughed starting to pull Kurt towards the door. “I’m going to have to choose walk you to class.”
Kurt just smiled back at him while he pushed open the door of the bathroom and pulled Puck in the hall, squeezing his hand tightly.