Superheroes Can Be Fashionistas Too (Oneshot)
Title: Superheroes Can Be Fashionistas Too
Author: K-Lee
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Superheroes are very stylish.
Author's Notes: I read another fic with Blaine being the superhero, but I changed it up to fit my own. Plot is inspired by another fic.
~Superheroes Can Be Fashionistas Too~
Kurt lay in the dumpster as he waited for the football players to leave. He heard their retreating footsteps, waiting before he could peek and see if they were really gone.
"Enjoying it in there?"
Puck had his arms crossed on the dumpster edge and was grinning. "Yes, Puckerman. This is exactly how I'd like to spend my mornings," Kurt said dryly.
Puck laughed as he held out a hand. "No, you put me in here. Don't act nice to me."
Kurt pushed him away and climbed out of the dumpster, strutting his way to class.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"Why are you so lame?"
Kurt slammed his locker shut at the sound of Puck's voice. "Puckerman? Why do you bother?"
"Because I hate geeks."
"And I hate you."
Puck grinned and ruffled Kurt's hair, making him gasp. "Thanks." Kurt growled and opened his locker to fix his hair. Again.
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Puck was already past curfew.
Badasses usually don't care about curfews, but even the baddest badass won't want to mess with Mrs. Puckerman. So he decides to go through the short cut. That was a huge mistake.
His short cut ran through Lima Heights, the wrong side of the tracks as Santana put it. It was pretty okay during the day, but at night it was worse. Puck wanted to bash his head in because of how idiotic his idea was.
He slouched, using his the hood of his sweater to cover himself. As long as he made no eye contact, he was good, right? Wrong.
"Hey, you!"
Uh oh, Puck thought. He really didn't need to get into a fight right now. He walked faster. Maybe if he didn't answer they'd get bored and leave him alone. "Kid! Get over here."
Puck ran.
Three men came out of the alley in front of him, two guys were following him. He was trapped. "Hey, kid, I've never seen you before. What ya got for us?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come on, kid, give us what ya got."
Puck shook his head. The ground rushed up to meet him as he fell. That guy could punch really hard.
"What the-"
Puck heard 'oof's and 'ow's, but couldn't make out what was going on. He hit his head pretty hard on the ground. A pair of arms picked him up. Air rushed past him, and he felt like he was going to puke.
"Please don't throw up on me."
Who was that? Puck picked his head up and groaned. He was then laid on something soft. A bed.
"Rest. I'll be here when you wake up."
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck awoke a while later. It could have been hours or days. He didn't know. Puck sat up, a shot of pain slicing through his head. "Ow."
"Need help?"
Puck jumped at the sound of another voice. "Who-"
"I am the Designer. Lima's fellow superhero. You got yourself in a bit of trouble last night. So I saved you."
"The Designer? What kind of name is that?"
"A name that suits me."
The Designer had on a light blue button-down shirt, black, tight dress pants with a silver belt, a blue cape, and a blue mask. His hair was a light brown, his bangs falling over his covered eyes in a messy way. It looked pretty sexy and those snake-skin boots looked hot on him, Puck had to admit.
The Designer sat on the edge of the bed, and Puck wondered if he should put the moves on. Who else could say they slept with a superhero? But something seemed wrong about it. Like, Puck couldn't do it. Why, he didn't know.
"Look, I need to go. I hope you feel better."
Puck nodded and watched as the Designer opened his bedroom window and flew out into the night.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck walked into school the next day a little weirder out. He wasn't sure if he dreamed it, since he hit his head pretty hard. But then how did he get to his room? His thoughts were all jumbled and confusing, making his head hurt even worse.
Puck raised his head up from the floor and saw Kurt. Great. Just what he needed. Puck strolled passed, hoping to get to the nurses office before math class. Add a few minutes to his nap.
"Hey, Puckerman!"
Puck groaned and turned. "What Hummel?"
Kurt ran up to Puck. "You didn't hit me or shove me into a locker today."
"Not in the mood," he mumbled as he walked away.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck usually spent Saturdays playing video games, or hanging with Finn. Maybe torturing a few nerds he ran into on the street. So it was very unusual when that Saturday, the Designer's dick was down Puck's throat.
This is how it happened. Puck was walking across the street when a car came out of nowhere. It was doing about 90 mph and Puck didn't have time to run. So he closed his eyes and waited. But when nothing came, no pain, nothing, Puck opened his eyes to find the car in the Designer's hand, the wheels still rolling from how fast if was going.
The Designer then put the car down in a safe zone. Puck asked him if he could take him home. He was a little disappointed when they didn't fly to his house and instead walked, but it was okay.
Then, once the front door was closed, Puck made his move and smacked lips with the Designer. It was really hot, and that's how the superhero's dick got down Puck's throat.
The superhero was writhing and moaning above him, his climax slowly fading away. Puck hadn't swallowed, but it was still hot.
The Designer smiled shyly as he zipped himself up. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
Puck shrugged. "I'm an impromtu guy, what can I say?" The Designer snorted, covering his mouth to smother a giggle. "I'm really sorry to leave you so soon, but duty calls."
"Wait, do you have, like, spider senses or something?"
The Designer grinned. "Or something."
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"Puckerman! Wait!"
Puck groaned. "Look, Hummel, just because I haven't thrown you in the dumpster doesn't mean I'm your new BFF."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock. I know we're not going to be immediate best friends, but maybe if we spend time together. Not dating, I know. But, how about we go somewhere you like and we'll start from there."
Puck looked around, making sure they weren't in earshot of anyone else. "Fine. Pick you up at 7."
7p.m. rolled by way too fast. Puck was hoping he'd get some time to figure out what he was going to say or what they were going to talk about. He couldn't be more different from Kurt. What were they supposed to do?
He picked up Kurt and they rode in silence. It was awkward as hell.
Kurt enjoyed the arcade more than Puck had ever enjoyed it. At first Kurt looked a little scared, but after ten rounds of air hockey, Kurt was laughing and teasing Puck. It was the first time they laughed and it wasn't because Puck was beating on Kurt or because Kurt had made a witty comeback to Puck.
Puck even thought they'd be close to friends.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
The Designer waved Puck over to where he was standing behind the mall.
Puck smiled and rushed over. "Hey, superhero, aren't you busy fighting crime?"
"Lima isn't known for crime. And Lima Heights is freed of it's violence for now, which gives me time to see you." Puck grinned. "Where you wanna go?"
The Designer winked and pulled Puck close to him, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's waist. Puck held onto the cape as he was lifted into the air. He most definetly did NOT wrap his legs around the Designer's waist and most definetly did NOT shriek like a girl.
The Designer laughed and landed on the roof of a nearby building. A table with red and white checkered tablecloth sat in the middle of the roof. Two chairs sat opposite each other and lights and flowers hung around a tent-like shelter. There was food already prepared and served.
"Are you wooing me?"
The Designer giggled. "Maybe. I've kind of grown something for you."
Puck felt like his heart skipped a beat as he sat on the chair. He smiled at the masked boy in front of him and, for the millionth time since they met, wondered who on Earth was behind that mask.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"So, why did you agree to hang out with me? I just would have expected you to say no."
Puck shrugged. "I guess hanging with a superhero rubs off on you."
"What?"
Puck turned to Kurt. "Can you keep a secret?"
The halls were crowded with students and Jacob Ben Isreal was following them, Puck was sure. People thought they were a couple since Puck was hanging out with Kurt. Puck was badass enough to ignore it and intimidate the rumor out of them, but it doesn't mean he wanted to have every one of his secrets out.
"Sure."
Puck grabbed Kurt and led him into an empty classroom. Not exactly helping the rumor department, but he really needed to tell someone else. "I think I'm friends with the Designer."
"The Designer!? Really?"
"Yea, we've been going out and I don't know if that means like we're dating or something, but he's totally cool. Besides his weird obsession with clothes and designers, he's pretty cool."
Kurt grinned. "Well, I did hear something about him having great taste in clothes."
Puck smiled. "Promise you'll keep it a secret?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I?"
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck had grown a thing for designer clothes. Which made it impossible to stop looking at Kurt's butt everytime he passed. Those Alexander McQueen pants hugged his ass so nicely, Puck even caught himself drooling at one point.
He knew feelings where growing for the boy. That was why he was so nervous as he waited for Kurt to appear at his house. They'd been hanging out for a couple months now. Puck still saw the Designer occasionally, but he knew that wasn't a realistic crush.
He rushed to the door as the doorbell rang. Instead of Kurt, he saw the Designer standing in front of his door. "What are you doing here?"
The Designer stepped in and smiled. "I wanted to do this." His lips were warm and delicious. After a little tongue, Puck put his hands on the Designer's shoulders and pushed him away. "What-"
"I was starting to feel bad for you, so I decided to let you see who I really am."
The Designer grabbed the end of his mask and pulled it up to reveal blue-ish, green eyes. "Kurt?"
"Hey," Kurt replied. Puck shook his head. "How did I miss that?" Kurt giggled and shrugged. Puck grinned and moved in to kiss Kurt's lips. Absolutely delicious.
~The End~
Author: K-Lee
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Superheroes are very stylish.
Author's Notes: I read another fic with Blaine being the superhero, but I changed it up to fit my own. Plot is inspired by another fic.
~Superheroes Can Be Fashionistas Too~
Kurt lay in the dumpster as he waited for the football players to leave. He heard their retreating footsteps, waiting before he could peek and see if they were really gone.
"Enjoying it in there?"
Puck had his arms crossed on the dumpster edge and was grinning. "Yes, Puckerman. This is exactly how I'd like to spend my mornings," Kurt said dryly.
Puck laughed as he held out a hand. "No, you put me in here. Don't act nice to me."
Kurt pushed him away and climbed out of the dumpster, strutting his way to class.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"Why are you so lame?"
Kurt slammed his locker shut at the sound of Puck's voice. "Puckerman? Why do you bother?"
"Because I hate geeks."
"And I hate you."
Puck grinned and ruffled Kurt's hair, making him gasp. "Thanks." Kurt growled and opened his locker to fix his hair. Again.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*
Puck was already past curfew.
Badasses usually don't care about curfews, but even the baddest badass won't want to mess with Mrs. Puckerman. So he decides to go through the short cut. That was a huge mistake.
His short cut ran through Lima Heights, the wrong side of the tracks as Santana put it. It was pretty okay during the day, but at night it was worse. Puck wanted to bash his head in because of how idiotic his idea was.
He slouched, using his the hood of his sweater to cover himself. As long as he made no eye contact, he was good, right? Wrong.
"Hey, you!"
Uh oh, Puck thought. He really didn't need to get into a fight right now. He walked faster. Maybe if he didn't answer they'd get bored and leave him alone. "Kid! Get over here."
Puck ran.
Three men came out of the alley in front of him, two guys were following him. He was trapped. "Hey, kid, I've never seen you before. What ya got for us?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come on, kid, give us what ya got."
Puck shook his head. The ground rushed up to meet him as he fell. That guy could punch really hard.
"What the-"
Puck heard 'oof's and 'ow's, but couldn't make out what was going on. He hit his head pretty hard on the ground. A pair of arms picked him up. Air rushed past him, and he felt like he was going to puke.
"Please don't throw up on me."
Who was that? Puck picked his head up and groaned. He was then laid on something soft. A bed.
"Rest. I'll be here when you wake up."
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck awoke a while later. It could have been hours or days. He didn't know. Puck sat up, a shot of pain slicing through his head. "Ow."
"Need help?"
Puck jumped at the sound of another voice. "Who-"
"I am the Designer. Lima's fellow superhero. You got yourself in a bit of trouble last night. So I saved you."
"The Designer? What kind of name is that?"
"A name that suits me."
The Designer had on a light blue button-down shirt, black, tight dress pants with a silver belt, a blue cape, and a blue mask. His hair was a light brown, his bangs falling over his covered eyes in a messy way. It looked pretty sexy and those snake-skin boots looked hot on him, Puck had to admit.
The Designer sat on the edge of the bed, and Puck wondered if he should put the moves on. Who else could say they slept with a superhero? But something seemed wrong about it. Like, Puck couldn't do it. Why, he didn't know.
"Look, I need to go. I hope you feel better."
Puck nodded and watched as the Designer opened his bedroom window and flew out into the night.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck walked into school the next day a little weirder out. He wasn't sure if he dreamed it, since he hit his head pretty hard. But then how did he get to his room? His thoughts were all jumbled and confusing, making his head hurt even worse.
Puck raised his head up from the floor and saw Kurt. Great. Just what he needed. Puck strolled passed, hoping to get to the nurses office before math class. Add a few minutes to his nap.
"Hey, Puckerman!"
Puck groaned and turned. "What Hummel?"
Kurt ran up to Puck. "You didn't hit me or shove me into a locker today."
"Not in the mood," he mumbled as he walked away.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck usually spent Saturdays playing video games, or hanging with Finn. Maybe torturing a few nerds he ran into on the street. So it was very unusual when that Saturday, the Designer's dick was down Puck's throat.
This is how it happened. Puck was walking across the street when a car came out of nowhere. It was doing about 90 mph and Puck didn't have time to run. So he closed his eyes and waited. But when nothing came, no pain, nothing, Puck opened his eyes to find the car in the Designer's hand, the wheels still rolling from how fast if was going.
The Designer then put the car down in a safe zone. Puck asked him if he could take him home. He was a little disappointed when they didn't fly to his house and instead walked, but it was okay.
Then, once the front door was closed, Puck made his move and smacked lips with the Designer. It was really hot, and that's how the superhero's dick got down Puck's throat.
The superhero was writhing and moaning above him, his climax slowly fading away. Puck hadn't swallowed, but it was still hot.
The Designer smiled shyly as he zipped himself up. "That wasn't supposed to happen."
Puck shrugged. "I'm an impromtu guy, what can I say?" The Designer snorted, covering his mouth to smother a giggle. "I'm really sorry to leave you so soon, but duty calls."
"Wait, do you have, like, spider senses or something?"
The Designer grinned. "Or something."
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"Puckerman! Wait!"
Puck groaned. "Look, Hummel, just because I haven't thrown you in the dumpster doesn't mean I'm your new BFF."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock. I know we're not going to be immediate best friends, but maybe if we spend time together. Not dating, I know. But, how about we go somewhere you like and we'll start from there."
Puck looked around, making sure they weren't in earshot of anyone else. "Fine. Pick you up at 7."
7p.m. rolled by way too fast. Puck was hoping he'd get some time to figure out what he was going to say or what they were going to talk about. He couldn't be more different from Kurt. What were they supposed to do?
He picked up Kurt and they rode in silence. It was awkward as hell.
Kurt enjoyed the arcade more than Puck had ever enjoyed it. At first Kurt looked a little scared, but after ten rounds of air hockey, Kurt was laughing and teasing Puck. It was the first time they laughed and it wasn't because Puck was beating on Kurt or because Kurt had made a witty comeback to Puck.
Puck even thought they'd be close to friends.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
The Designer waved Puck over to where he was standing behind the mall.
Puck smiled and rushed over. "Hey, superhero, aren't you busy fighting crime?"
"Lima isn't known for crime. And Lima Heights is freed of it's violence for now, which gives me time to see you." Puck grinned. "Where you wanna go?"
The Designer winked and pulled Puck close to him, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's waist. Puck held onto the cape as he was lifted into the air. He most definetly did NOT wrap his legs around the Designer's waist and most definetly did NOT shriek like a girl.
The Designer laughed and landed on the roof of a nearby building. A table with red and white checkered tablecloth sat in the middle of the roof. Two chairs sat opposite each other and lights and flowers hung around a tent-like shelter. There was food already prepared and served.
"Are you wooing me?"
The Designer giggled. "Maybe. I've kind of grown something for you."
Puck felt like his heart skipped a beat as he sat on the chair. He smiled at the masked boy in front of him and, for the millionth time since they met, wondered who on Earth was behind that mask.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
"So, why did you agree to hang out with me? I just would have expected you to say no."
Puck shrugged. "I guess hanging with a superhero rubs off on you."
"What?"
Puck turned to Kurt. "Can you keep a secret?"
The halls were crowded with students and Jacob Ben Isreal was following them, Puck was sure. People thought they were a couple since Puck was hanging out with Kurt. Puck was badass enough to ignore it and intimidate the rumor out of them, but it doesn't mean he wanted to have every one of his secrets out.
"Sure."
Puck grabbed Kurt and led him into an empty classroom. Not exactly helping the rumor department, but he really needed to tell someone else. "I think I'm friends with the Designer."
"The Designer!? Really?"
"Yea, we've been going out and I don't know if that means like we're dating or something, but he's totally cool. Besides his weird obsession with clothes and designers, he's pretty cool."
Kurt grinned. "Well, I did hear something about him having great taste in clothes."
Puck smiled. "Promise you'll keep it a secret?"
"Sure, why wouldn't I?"
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Puck had grown a thing for designer clothes. Which made it impossible to stop looking at Kurt's butt everytime he passed. Those Alexander McQueen pants hugged his ass so nicely, Puck even caught himself drooling at one point.
He knew feelings where growing for the boy. That was why he was so nervous as he waited for Kurt to appear at his house. They'd been hanging out for a couple months now. Puck still saw the Designer occasionally, but he knew that wasn't a realistic crush.
He rushed to the door as the doorbell rang. Instead of Kurt, he saw the Designer standing in front of his door. "What are you doing here?"
The Designer stepped in and smiled. "I wanted to do this." His lips were warm and delicious. After a little tongue, Puck put his hands on the Designer's shoulders and pushed him away. "What-"
"I was starting to feel bad for you, so I decided to let you see who I really am."
The Designer grabbed the end of his mask and pulled it up to reveal blue-ish, green eyes. "Kurt?"
"Hey," Kurt replied. Puck shook his head. "How did I miss that?" Kurt giggled and shrugged. Puck grinned and moved in to kiss Kurt's lips. Absolutely delicious.
~The End~