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Just a short (REALLY short) drabble based off "Hand" from "Words Of Their Lives."

Kurt loved Puck's hands. The long fingers that fit perfectly with his own. The rough calluses' from playing football and guitar. The way they would grip his shoulder when Puck tried to comfort him. The way they would gently roam his body while they made love. Kurt loved Puck, but his favorite thing about the boy were those magical, beautiful, perfect hands. Those hands that he could stare at forever. Those hands…

Puck loved Kurt's hands. Those elegant, yet strong fingers. The smooth hands that, as Brittany said were like baby hands. The way they would run through his Mohawk, slowly putting him to sleep. The way they would forcefully pull him forward into a kiss. Puck loved Kurt more than he ever thought possible, but those hands were the absolutely the best thing about him. Those wonderful, amazing, gorgeous hands. Those hands must have been sent by God. Those hands…

I know it's short, but it was something I needed to write. I hope you enjoyed it just the same. :D