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— You’re My Home || Puckurt
Kurt was seriously sick of being stuck in the hospital. He’d practically begged to be let go but everyone protested against it. When Puck came to visit he’d been half alseep. The smell of flowers and his fiance’s teasing voice making him stir. Opening his eyes he saw the bouquet and his wonderful man, what a lovely sight to wake up to. “Hey there handsome.” he smiled brightly. He kissed him back his eyes fluttering shut. Being stuck here had a serious disadvantage when it came to his love life. He really missed being able to wake up next to Puck and having him kiss him in the morning. It’s quite the habit he’d grown into. However sex or even being naked around each other wasn’t going to be an option for a long time. This had opened up a whole new world of insecurities for Kurt and he just really hated feeling like he did when he looked at those ugly scars. Laughing in a bit of a sarcastic way he rested his head on Puck’s chest to hide his uneasiness. “I doubt you’d want to.” he said in a joking manner (or what he thought was a playful tone). Kurt nuzzled his face into his fiance’s chest he planted a soft kiss onto his shoulder. “So what have you been up to today Puckles?” Kurt asked in order to distract him from his slip up. . . — Hey everyone.
I kind of had to fight with my dad to get him to let me post something. Just so everyone knows, I’m perfectly fine. The injuries were minor for the kind of accident I was in. In due time I’ll be just great but know that I won’t be able to respond to this post. I can however text. My father is taking away the laptop now but I love you guys and I miss everyone.
— He’ll Never Know What Hit Him || Solo Para
OOC; Under cut for trigger warning, also massive tears warning. But don’t worry no one dies. — Okay well with a little giggle I’m off now.
I need to go pick up some food from the store. On foot. Ugh. Oh well I’ll be back in ten minutes tops. See you guys! Don’t have too much fun without me.
— Hello everyone
Hello, surprising to see you here St. James. Even if I transfer I can’t get rid of you. What a shame.
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Kurt huffed when Puck made it so he couldn’t avoid him, nor hide his face. Well that just stunk. Frowning he tried to put it into words. Speaking about his insecurities was something he liked to avoid at all costs but he’d slipped up. “My um…I have…the accident.” he frowned again, mad at himself for not being able to just spit it out. “I have ugly scars now and they’re not helping the way I feel about myself.” Kurt just let it all out with a pout. “Happy?” he hid his face in the crook of Puck’s neck, blushing deeply. He just really hated saying things like that. It made him sound so shallow and vain but that’s just how he was. Some times he could be confident but other times he just felt like he wasn’t good enough. Just like everyone had their ups and downs, so did he. “I miss you Noah, I don’t want to talk about this. I want to cuddle up to you and to talk, since I can’t really do much of anything without hurting.”