Wing!fic Entry: Take Me On A Merry-Go-Round of Love, Part One
Title: Take Me on a Merry-Go-Round of Love, Part One
Fandom: Glee
Ship: Puck/Mercedes.
Self- given Prompt: Wondering why nobody else has bothered to do it, Puck teases Rachel about the wings that sprout from her back one February. He doesn’t realise that the reason nobody troubles her is because Rachel’s Cupid this year! She shoots her arrow at him, and the first person he sees... is Mercedes.
This is the entry for Wingfic. Rachel spontaneously wings one February, and has the powers of Cupid. It's also Original 12, since that the group of kids I like best on Glee.
They start out tiny, but they get bigger, and Rachel has to cut slits into the back of her sweaters so they ruffle out. Sometimes a stray feather will shed and drift under Quinn’s nose in Math class, and Rachel would say sorry and hand her a tissue. Brittany runs her hands over them and declares them soft. Kurt rolls his eyes and corrects her outfit when it clashes with them. Tina highlights their edges with bright pink for fun. Finn just says they make it so that there’s more of her to hug.
Puck looks at all of them like they’re out of their minds. Berry’s sprouting wings! And they’re all acting like this is a regular normal part of life. Now Mike’s adding new choreography to make her fly around the stage. Seriously? Did everyone simultaneously hit their heads? People don’t sprout wings! This is nuts, and he’s sure it is his job to right the world.
Mr. Schue gives him a disapproving look when he tugs at her feathers. That’s expected. Schue, as a teacher, would not condone bullying. But then Azimio, top of the bullying food chain, stares at him bug eyed when he taunts her about getting the left one caught in the cafeteria door.
It should have been ample warning.
They’re in the hallway and Puck watches Rachel’s feathery wings flutter, hitting a freshman in the face. He chuckles.
“You could get training as an attack angel,” he says to her. He watches her eyes narrow in annoyance. Turning towards class, he doesn’t give the taunt a second thought.
There is a sharp pain in his shoulder suddenly. As he rubs at it, it is almost like it sinks in, like a bee sting.
Then red sparks fire in front of his eyes.
He tries to clear them by shaking his head, stumbles and crashes into someone walking in the opposite direction.
“Ow! Puckerman, watch it!”
The sparks clear, and Puck blinks as his vision his filled with a perfect goddess. Shiny black hair, apple cheeks, pretty molasses- brown eyes, glossy lips...
He is instantly in love.
Mercedes frowned, “What are you staring at?”
... …
Santana will not stop laughing. Terrible snorting, hiccupping laughs. Mercedes cannot fathom what the hell could be so funny.
She looks over at Kurt, who shrugs.
Only Quinn looked a tiny bit sympathetic. Finn looked confused. Tina was avoiding her eyes. Rachel looked haughty, secure in the fact that the magic won’t fade till after February 14.
Puck had his hands around the back of Mercedes’ chair. Legs spread and overall stance like he owned the place. Every few seconds, he leaned in and whispered something that would send pleasant chills down any girl’s spine. She knew he was under a spell, so Mercedes doubted that his words should be making her feel anything. Just tell that to her body.
Then he put his hands in her hair, turned her head around and the world goes in slow motion as his lips descend...
Mercedes turned her head away.
“What’s wrong, Mama? Where are you going?” Puck asked, holding her in her chair when she tried to make a run for it.
“Away from you! You’re under a spell, Puck! You gotta realise somewhere deep down that you don’t wanna kiss me.”
“But I really like you, Mercedes,” he declared, his voice sounding so sincere that she could only stare at him open mouthed.
“No, you don’t! You ignore me most of the time!”
“Not because I want to. I’m scared what people will say if I start courting you.”
Mercedes narrowed her eyes. Noah using words like court was a sure way to tell he wasn’t in his right mind.
“Well, I’m not gonna stay here and listen to your lame ass attempts to court me. I’m going home. Sorry, Mr. Schue,” she told their teacher, as he slipped into the music room. She grabbed her bag and walked out the door.
She wasn’t surprised to see Puck following her.
“I can drop you home.”
“No, Puck!”
“What are you gonna do, walk?”
“I don’t live that far.”
“I’ll walk with you.”
She glared at him.
“I just wanna walk, I won’t do anything else.”
She hitched her bag higher on her shoulder and didn’t answer.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
They were walking along quietly and Mercedes was sure that in the years she had known him, this was the most time he had spent not being a cocky nuisance. She glanced over at him and saw him looking back.
“What?” her voice was hostile.
“You have like the hottest mouth I’ve ever seen,” he said so low and gravelly, and Mercedes swore her sneakers floated over the pavement for a moment. Then she got herself together.
“Puck, you don’t mean that.”
“And your hair, you’re so shiny.”
“You know that it’s not all mine.”
“And your body…”
Mercedes stopped walking, “What about it?”
He stopped and looked at her, love spell shining in his eyes, “It’s smoking hot. What’s your cup size?”
She gasped, putting her hands up over her chest, “None of your damn business!”
“I can’t wait till I get to kiss you, Mama.”
The shivers skated over her spine, “Puck you don’t mean that. This thing Rachel did to you… It’s turning you all stupid!”
“Stupid in love with you,” he argued.
Mercedes’ heart took a leap and travelled around the moon in the two seconds that Puck took to kiss her. She gasped a little as his lips touched hers. She should have stopped him. She was not supposed to be encouraging him.
When she opened her eyes, he was looking deep into her eyes.
“You taste like chocolate.”
She blushed. Damn his smile. It could melt the knees off a giraffe.
… …
“It’s embarrassing and annoying, Rachel!”
The next day, Mercedes accosted their resident Cupid at her locker. Rachel tossed her a smile over her shoulder as she rooted around inside.
“But why don’t you just enjoy it? Noah can be really be sweet and charming, especially under a spell!”
Mercedes rolled her eyes, “All these things he’s telling me aren’t real! It isn’t like he has any free will! You read Ella Enchanted. It’s not a bed of roses having to do things against your will!”
“That is not how this magic works. They’re his words. It’s just that he has an excuse to say them.”
Mercedes watched as Rachel used the tip of on pink-tinted wing to slam her locker closed, “There is no way you’re telling me Puck has always wanted to tell me my booty can block out the sun,” Mercedes said.
Rachel smiled, “I think they all want to tell you that.”
Suddenly, a hand reached for Mercedes’ midsection and she was yanked away from Rachel. She was wrapped in two sinewy arms and squeezed into a rock hard chest.
“Missed you,” said Puck. He kissed her, hands taking possession of her butt and mouth turning her into mush as it played with hers.
She needed to stop this.
She pulled away, “Puck, you don’t mean that.”
“Of course I do!” he pulled her back to him, “Why don’t you believe me?”
“Because I was there when Cupid shot you!” she wheeled her neck at him.
He narrowed his eyes at her, “You look so hot when you do that.”
Mercedes rolled her eyes as he took her in his arms again. She looked over at Rachel who was watching the whole exchange.
“Can’t you stop this?”
Rachel shook her head, “You know all magic has rules. The loving stops on midnight on February 14.”
Mercedes sighed, letting Puck hug her tighter and peck her cheek. She had two more days of this left.
“Well crap,” she muttered as Puck’s lips reached her neck
… …
Mercedes was busy listening to Anita Baker on her iPod as she jammed curlers in her hair in preparation for bed to hear the commotion. But then her brother burst in.
“Clive! Don’t you knock?”
He was laughing hysterically, “Some dude is serenading you on the lawn!”
Mercedes rolled her eyes and pushed him out of the way. Taking a second to yank out all the curlers, she opened the door in her Cheeky Monkey pajamas and a black Elvis Presley t-shirt.
“Noah Puckerman, get off my lawn!”
He smirked at her, as if to say just make me. Then her shirt inspired him. Strumming his guitar, he sang:
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
Mercedes heaved an impatient sigh. She could hear Clive chuckling upstairs.
Come on dude, just go home, she willed him with her mind.
But I can’t help
Falling in love with you.
Mercedes walked up to him and placed a hand on the guitar string to stop his strumming. He swooped down and gave her a sneaky kiss that made her growl in frustration.
“You look beautiful in the moonlight,” he declared.
She looked up, “You can’t see the moon. There are clouds covering it.”
He grinned, “Then you look beautiful when the clouds are covering the moon.”
She glared at him, “You gotta leave. My parents are probably wondering what you’re doing out here.” She played the parent card, hoping it would make him back off.
She could literally see the stars in his eyes- probably Rachel’s spell, “Can I meet your parents?”
“No, Puck! Go home!”
“I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” he asked, his face drenched in hope.
“Yes, now go.”
He backed away and didn’t turn until he reached his truck.
“By the way,” he said, closing his door after he got in, “You have a curler in your hair.”
She glared at him all the way down the street.
… …