drabbles: Glee and Glee/HL

[tigriswolf]

Title: this ain’t a fairytale
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Taylor Swift
Warnings: future!fic; Blaine never existed
Pairings: post-Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 445
Point of view: third
Prompt: Puck/Kurt set to White Horse by Taylor Swift

Kurt always knew it wasn't forever. It was obvious, really. High school romances rarely lasted, not when the real world came calling. He was always leaving Lima, meant for bright lights and city nights, for something bigger and better than a one-horse, homophobic town in Ohio.

But for awhile, he let himself believe. Puck had come such a long way since dumpster dives. Amazing how far, really. They actually walked down the hall holding hands. Actually kissed on the front steps. No one dared touch Kurt while he was Puck's. Six months of perfection.

Six months. That's how long it took Puck to stray. And it shouldn't hurt so much, because everyone warned him that Puck had a wandering eye.

And now it's the week before finals, their senior year. Kurt's already been accepted to NYU, and then he's out of Lima. Lima'll be a speck in the rearview and he'll get his bright lights, his city nights, freedom to do anything and be anyone he wants.

He hasn't spoken to Puck in three months, not since he found him in flagrante delicto. Puck quit trying to apologize two months and seventeen days ago, when he found himself a girl (not even the one he’d cheated with!) and proceeded have a tongue-war with her in every public location he could think of.

But now, the week before finals, when Kurt can actually see his freedom, Puck shows up at his house and falls to his knees, and begs forgiveness. Says he’s so sorry, and such a dumbass, and always ruins everything, and Kurt’s the best thing to ever happen to him, and please, please, take him back.

Kurt stares down at him, completely at a loss for words. It’s nothing Puck hasn’t said before, almost three months ago. And he wants to believe him, really he does. But New York is within sprinting distance now, and Puck…

Puck is not his Prince Charming. He’s always known he wouldn’t find Prince Charming here, in Lima.

So Kurt promises to think about it and shuts the door in Puck’s face.

Mr. Schue tells them their last assignment is to sing goodbye songs to someone in the club. Kurt asks to go last.

He cheers all the other graduating seniors for their songs, even Puck’s, and then stands before his friends. He asks Brad and the band for no accompaniment, and then he locks gazes with Puck and doesn’t look away until the last note of

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Try and catch me now
Oh, it's too late
To catch me now

fades away. Puck clenches his jaw and lowers his eyes.

Even Puck can’t mistake that answer.

 

 

 

Title: What hurts is not your absence only
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; titlefrom Denise Levertov
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: mentions of Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 220
Point of view: third
Prompt: Kurt had always dreamt about leaving Lima for New York.

Then he realises that leaving Lima means leaving his mother.

(so basically; Kurt angsts over the fact that after going to New York, he can no longer visit his mother's grave)

 

 

Kurt's had a standing date for eight years: every Sunday he visits his mother's grave. Dad used to go with him, but he stopped once Kurt had his own vehicle.

Ever since he realized he could leave Lima, he’s been counting down the days. And now, it’s only months away.

But he’s just realized he’ll be leaving Lima.

He’ll be leaving Mama.

0o0

He doesn’t talk to anyone about it, of course. Everyone has their down drama; the gleeks, glocks, and gleerios will all be going to different colleges, the ones who are leaving Lima. Only Kurt and Rachel are going to New York. Brittany, Santana, Puck, and Finn are staying home. Blaine’s in California.

Kurt sits down before his mother’s stone and sings, you are my sunshine, my only sunshine, and plants a daisy on her grave.

“A part of me does want to stay,” he says quietly. “I’ll miss you, our weekly chats.” He turns around, careful of the flower, and leans against the stone. “But you’re not this piece of ground, Mama. You’re with me, wherever I am, and I can’t stay in Lima anymore.” He hums for a few minutes, murmuring a few of the words.

He stays until the sun sets. He’ll come back the day before he leaves, to say goodbye. Then he’s gone.

 

Title: full of wonder and confusion
Fandom: Highlander/Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Diane Ackerman
Warnings: takes place during late season 2
Pairings: mentions of Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 450
Point of view: third
Prompt: something involving a Glee character and Queen's "Who Want to Live Forever," prefereably as the character discovers they're immortal..

 

 

"Well, now," he hears. "Isn't this interesting."

Kurt doesn't take his eyes off the douchebag holding a sword to his neck, but the douchebag says, "Go away, or wait your turn. I'll deal with you next."

The new guy laughs. "Are you so new you can't tell he's not even an infant yet? He's still just a preemie."

The douchebag blinks. "What?" he says, lowering the blade. Kurt stays completely still, but the douchebag turns, so Kurt lunges away.

"I'd suggest you run, preemie," the new guy says, and Kurt doesn't even look back as he does.

0o0

An hour later, someone knocks on the door. Dad and Carole are on a date, and Finn's doing something barely legal with Puck. (Kurt is their alibi when they get caught.) Blaine had an emergency practice with the Warblers, so Kurt has been alone in his house, trying not to panic. He hasn't really succeeded.

And now someone is knocking on the door. Kurt stares from around the corner, deciding if he should open it or not. It could be the douchebag. Or worse.

"I know you're there, preemie," he hears. "Open the door before I pick the lock."

Kurt swallows. He doesn’t move.

“Fine, then,” his earlier savior says, and proceeds to pick the lock.

Looking around for a weapon, just in case, Kurt can’t help but hear the guy muttering to himself, something about boy-scouts and delusions of heroism and goddamn, Duncan, you’re contagious, who knew.

As he steps in, shorter than Kurt expected, but attractively angular and pale, with an unforgettable nose, he says, “Call me Ben, preemie.”

“Kurt,” Kurt says. “I’m Kurt.”

“Cute, too,” Ben adds. “Possibly cute enough to survive, though we never can tell about those things, you know?”

Kurt honestly has no reply to that. He feels himself blushing, though. Ben smirks.

0o0

Kurt doesn’t believe Ben about the whole immortal thing until Ben cuts his palm with a knife he pulls out of nowhere and it heals instantaneously with little bolts of lightning. He stares for a good while before Ben says, “Look, kid, I’m hungry. You reorder your worldview while I find some food, yeah?”

Ben wanders down the hall, looking for the kitchen, humming—“Really?!” Kurt yells after him. “Is that song really appropriate right now?”

Ben laughs, and then he actually starts singing the words.

Kurt sighs, mutters, “What the hell?” and joins in.

There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams yet slips away from us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever....?


He’ll worry about everything later. For now, he’s hungry, too, so he heads for the kitchen.

 

 

Comments

[maldeluxx.livejournal.com]

I think the middle one is my favorite, though the last one with its little humor and the first with its 'zing' moment are good too. <3 :)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

Oh my

[13empress.livejournal.com]

Omgoodness was that Methos? And Kurt snarling at the song choice??

Re: Oh my

[tigriswolf]

Yup, that's Methos. And Kurt finds the song annoyingly ironic.