The Replacements Hintai

So, I'm making it a national sport out of turning Noah Puckerman Into a total girl. No, really.



Cogs. Screws. Iron. Steel. Machines Do not Have
feelings. They Are Calibrated and oiled. People Make Them, Them people turn on and off. The more I
Keeps talking (via text messages) with Kurt, the more I Himself That convinces everyone from Dalton's that way, It Seems.
Picture perfect, pero soulless.

Puck is Not Like That.

He's screwed up in Every possible way, he's the poster child for troubled teenager, I have more Issues Than MOST of McKinley's Combined student body, and he's one step away from be. I just want to talk.


If It Was not That Obvious by now have is just Trying to be there for Hummel (and make the dude want him there), the correct spelling and shit Should do the trick, right?
Right.
(If He Feels stalled for awhile after sending the message, jittery and warm all over, and Perhaps a bit fumbling, nobody calls him on it.)


:::...:::

It Should Be Easy. He's Been testing the Waters for forever. (Turns out, nothing really prepare you for something like this.) "Hi, Noah." A smile. Sweet tempered More Than It Should Be; less subdued Puck Than Had the last oneseen from him. It’s almost the littlest of bitter victories. (Instead of hearing

wrong
, he hears
do it
. A constant stream of doitdoit
doit.
)

“Hey, dude.” And then “Hummel.” And then “Kurt.”

Then: “Fuck.” Kurt laughs.
The tingling sound is so strong, so powerful ; Puck is embarrassed at how much he wants to keep hearing that joyful expression until he dies, how much he just wants to drown in that mirth.

:::...:::




“You look... better. Are the GBeing Amblers more nice to you? "
" Warblers.And the word Would Be 'Nicer'. "

" Whatever. Are They? "

" You Could say so. Mostly

...." "Yeah?"

"Mostly I'm just learning to assimilate That There Are Different Things." "That Do not Mean You Have To Be Different for Them. " " No, it does not. You remind me of That. Thank you, Noah. "

:::...:::


For Something That starts so terribly awkward, this entire bonding exercise goes better than Puck expected it to. Mostly, he’s just amazed at how much he has unknowingly missed Kurt. As a whole. Every single gesture awakens something so intense, so extreme, and from such a deep place within him, that he has to wonder
when
and
how
, and
why
; and even a wobbly
what?
Kurt tells him about Dalton, and about missing his father, and about a bunch of other things that they’ve already talked about but feel new anyway, just because they are being told to him in person, word after word, after word, dropping from Kurt’s sinous and pink mouth.

He tries to squash down every single th