An Old Bench in the Park - AU - Part 1/2 (this was supposed to be angst but it turned out into sweet stuff.)
Early Sunsets (inspired by My Chemical Romance’s Early Sunsets over Monroeville.)
Summary: Puck is a slayer and Kurt it’s his prey, if only he’d have listened to his instincts.
Summary: Puck never lets go and Kurt never says goodbye.
Warnings: Major Character Death
Genre: Angst, Tragedy, Supernatural
Word Count: 2065
I don’t know how good I am at writing humor, but I really, really hope you like this Mai!!!
Touches - a Puckurt drabble
At first the touches aren’t friendly: it’s Puck’s hand on his heart while he’s being lifted into the dumpster; it’s his thumb moving across Puck’s bicep, a hold that stupidly makes him feel safer, makes him notice that Puck is always careful not to let go of him until his feet are in the dumpster so he won’t get hurt; it’s the touch of their fingertips as Kurt hands him something he doesn’t want ruined, Puck’s hand that always linger; it’s Puck’s arm casually slid over his shoulders as if that its place despite them not being friends.
Then it changes, it becomes a hand that pats him in the back; an arm thrown over his shoulders in camaraderie; it’s an hug after competitions; Puck’s head on his shoulder when they laugh together; their knees touching because Puck always seats turned a bit towards him.
Then suddenly, one day, it’s Puck’s hands cupping his face; it’s Kurt’s fingertips skimming over stubble, down sharp cheekbones, across a strong jawline. It’s Puck’s lips against the shell of his ear murmuring sweet nothings and words that would make even Santana blush. It’s knowing the feeling of Puck’s chest against his back for different reasons than what had made it familiar; Puck’s thighs around his waist; sweat dampened skin under his palms; teeth pulling his lower lip; a tongue against his own; soft hair sliding through his fingers; pulsing veins beneath his mouth. A hand that rests against his heart to keep him there.
Title: Planning a Wedding
Characters: Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman
Pairing: Puck/Kurt, Finn/Rachel
Word Count: 2965
Summary: Rachel and Finn think that Puck and Kurt are the best candidates to organize their wedding since they did such an amazing job with the Barbra Vention.
A/N: Ever since Lea tweeted about shooting a scene with Cory, Mark and Chris in the hallway, this is all I’ve been able to think about!
( Planning a Wedding )
I finally finished it! What it started as a small fill actually got to be 5900 words. Once again, this is for obliqueoptimism who gave me such a great prompt! Thank you so much!
Mr. & Mr. Puckerman
Part 3 of Kurt and Puck being killers. Just like the rest of this story, this is dedicated to obliqueoptimism.
Mr. & Mr. Puckerman
Kurt’s fingers flexed around his gun. He was feeling as if Puck’s gaze was a knife piercing in his back and if he let his control slip for just a second he’d regret it.
He nodded to Al as he walked inside, happy that people around that place were used to “don’t ask, mind your own business and you will live” because he didn’t want to waste time having to explain what was going on more than once.
Clancy was another matter. The moment Kurt reached his boss’ office, the man stepped in front of the door blocking Kurt’s path.
"I need to speak with her. It’s urgent."
"She’s not expecting you." Clancy’s brown eyes shifted to Puck for a moment before he looked down at Kurt again. "Not even you can walk inside without…"
"Porcelain! Come on in!" A joyful voice sounded from behind the closed door and Kurt raised an eyebrow silently asking if Clancy really wanted to keep her waiting.
Clearing his throat, the big man stepped aside and opened the door for Kurt. “Go ahead.”
Before any demand about having to leave Puck behind could be made, Kurt closed his free hand around his husband’s wrist and pulled him behind him.
Behind a rich wooden desk sat a woman with short blond hair. Her hands were clasped over what looked like a journal and glasses were pierced on the end of her long nose. She was a non-threatening picture of gentleness and that made Puck take a step back.
"Porcelain, what brings you here with your little husband?"
Puck frowned both at the name and at being addressed as the “little husband.”
"We were attached. Someone came in our home and tried to kill us. To kill me," Kurt corrected himself after a second. He sat down on one of the red plastic chairs and put his gun down on the desk. "I need to find out if Kenneth wants me gone."
The woman whose name Puck still ignored, looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a little smile that was anything but friendly.
"They tell me you’re good."
"What do you mean?"
The woman leaned back in her chair and looked at Kurt before speaking again. “When you told me you were getting married I did a little digging on your better half.” Her gaze flickered to Puck again. “You’re good, but Porcelain here it’s the best which means that lots of people want him dead.”
"You mean you knew that he was a killer and you never told me?" Kurt asked, his voice cold and low.
"Of course I knew it," the woman retorted and shook her head. "Do you think I would have let you marry just anyone?"
"Like you could have stopped me."
"Listen here, Porcelain." She clasped her hands over the desk once again and leaned forward, her eyes boring into Kurt as if they were the only people in the room. "When I saved your ass, you signed a contract and you knew it. I couldn’t just have you get hitched with someone that one day could have found out about what you really did and sent you to jail." She looked at Puck then but kept speaking to Kurt. "Even if he looks like he doesn’t want to be anywhere near you right now, he won’t tell anyone who you really are because otherwise he’d get send to prison too."
Puck waited to hear Kurt say that he knew Puck would never do such a thing, but when he noticed the way Kurt kept his head downcast, he hated himself. Maybe he didn’t want to know that Kurt was a killer and by the look of it had been one for a long time, but that didn’t mean that he wanted his husband to think him a bastard who would sold him to the feds either.
"I would never do that."
"We know," the woman said. "Now, the Kenneth case, Kurt. Of course he wants you gone. I’m surprised it took him this long to try something like this."
"You could have warn me, you know, Sue?"
Puck considered Kurt’s tone; it sounded filled with fondness and Puck wondered just exactly how different he and Kurt were. Puck’s boss was someone Puck hated because had stolen his life, but Kurt looked like he was his boss’ friend and that was a chilling thought. He wondered why Kurt was in all this.
"How did you start working?" The question was out before he could stop himself and he wasn’t sorry. Maybe there were parts of Kurt’s that he clearly didn’t know, but he knew Kurt enough to know that if he gave his husband time to strengthen his defenses, he wasn’t going to get all the answers he wanted.
"I killed someone without meaning to," Kurt started, speaking in a calm tone and without meeting Puck’s eyes. "A guy broke into my apartment. I thought he had a gun so when he spotted me and turned around I picked up a knife and stabbed him. The guy was in a gang and one of Sue’s guys was following him. Next thing I knew Clancy was storming inside my apartment and telling me to follow him if I didn’t want to die. I found myself here and Sue gave me a job in exchange for killing that guy’s gang."
"Why in the hell didn’t you just call the police?" Puck asked. "Why did you accept?" He turned to look at Sue then. "Why did you ask him in the first place?"
"Because he wasn’t sorry to have killed that man." Sue took off her glasses and sighed. "Because he never asked me an out. I didn’t blackmail him, that wouldn’t have worked. He would have gotten himself killed or hate me enough to try something stupid. I offered, he accepted."
"I need to find Kenneth and kill him before he finds us again," Kurt cut in before Puck could ask other questions or before he had time to look at Puck and find that same hate from the car still in his eyes.
"He’s not easy to get to, Kurt, you know it. The man works in the same business."
"Wait, Kenneth as in Paul Kenneth?" Puck asked. He sat down in the chair next to Kurt and looked between his husband and Sue. "I know him," he said when they nodded. "One of the guys I worked with got sent on a job for him. Kenneth doesn’t like to send his own when it’s something personal. He’s smart."
"And we’re smarter than him," Sue said. "Is that friend of yours still alive?"
"Yes, he had to leave town soon afterwards."
"Good. Then you are going to ask him where we can find Kenneth." Sue looked at Kurt then and for a moment her eyes softened. "Porcelain, you could actually get killed this time, so be careful. Take Clancy and Al with you, alright? And watch your back."
"Sure." Kurt got up and picked up his gun. "I need to pick up some stuff if you don’t mind and," he paused for a moment and looked briefly at Puck before adding,” And you need to watch over him while I’m gone."
Sue looked at Puck as if he was somehow disappointing her, but the expression vanished quickly and she gave a firm nod to Kurt. “Of course.”
Kurt turned around and walked out. He stopped for a moment to tell Clancy that they were leaving for a job and then headed towards the armory. He took a deep breath and tried his best to push thoughts of Puck out of his mind because he needed to focus if he wanted a present to get back to.
"Why didn’t you ever tell me?"
Kurt’s fingers hesitated hovering over the guns, a moment later he picked up the most shining one and turned to pick up the bullets. “I could ask you the same thing.”
"I was ashamed. I thought you’d leave me."
"You have your answer."
"Look, this is not the moment, okay?" He turned around and fixed his gaze a few inches above Puck’s shoulder. "I need to focus or I’ll get myself killed."
"I want to come with you."
"No you don’t." Kurt shook his head. "I know this isn’t something easy to accept but this is part of who I am. I wasn’t blackmailed, I like it. It gives me power and control and I’m good at it." He willed his eyes to lock with Puck’s and when they did, he took a small step forward, lowering the gun he was holding to the floor. "No one has ever accepted me and if now you can’t either…" He trailed off afraid of making a threat he knew he wouldn’t be able to follow through.
He lowered his gaze and felt a hand resting on the side of his neck and he was pulled forward until Puck’s lips met his forehead. “I’m not going to let you go get yourself killed. I’m good, you heard your boss. We can talk about it later. We need to do this together.”
Kurt wounded his arms around Puck’s waist and nodded against his chest. “Thank you.” He squeezed his eyes shut when Puck embraced him back.