Fanfic: Random Shuffle
Title: Random Shuffle
Pair/Characters: 1 Kurt, 1 Puck, 1 Finn/Quinn, 1 Puck/Quinn, 4 Puck/Kurt, 2 Dontas/Mallory
Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I wish on, it will never be mine. All characters/fandoms belong to their original creators, and absolutely no profit is being made from this venture.
A/N: Yeah, so this is actually a meme I saw circulating on another com I'm part of a little while ago. I finally worked up the nads to try it for myself and wow - it was just as difficult as I had envisioned. Hopefully I did alright. Personally, I think they get progressively better, so yeah, my favourites are closer to the bottom of the page.
PS, my first time dipping into the Glee pool, how exciting. ;]
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song's length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
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'A Second Glance' - A Day To Remember (Finn/Quinn)
It had been love at first sight for him. For her too. It was serendipitous, almost nauseatingly perfect. Finn and Quinn. Quarterback and head cheerleader. The preordained King and Queen of the Prom, of the school. He, Finn, despite his lack of knowing, well, anything, knew that she was the one. He hadn't even been particularly put off by her sudden, miraculous pregnancy.
Of course, that had been back before she had shown her true colours. Before Finn learned that nothing really was certain. Nothing was likely to go his way, likely to change. he was a Lima Loser, born and bred. As he lived, so would he die.
'Jealousy' - Brokencyde (Puck/Kurt)
Tied down, Puck could only watch through horrified and angry - don't let's forget angry - eyes as Azimio and Karofsky circled, like grotesque birds of prey. Twin jackets, twin leers, they towered over him. Towered even higher over Kurt, who lay prone across the room. Puck bore his teeth in a snarl, struggling against his restraints. Kurt's head wound didn't look good. It was bleeding too much. Kurt was too little to lose that much blood. It was pooled around his head in a rough circle; a halo, were the circumstances different.
One firm shove from Azimio and Puck was on his back with a thud. Apes, apparently, didn't like to be ignored. He felt his skull collide with the hard floor, heard the crack. Twin lovers, twin head wounds, twin fates. The last thing Puck was aware of was Karofsky's smug face, then the sole of his even smugger boot.
'Stay Together For the Kids' - Blink 182 (Puck)
"I hate you!"
"Fine! I don't need this, I don't need you, fucking bitch!"
The door closed with a harsh noise, rattling picture frames and small bones. Puck, seven years old, finally deemed it safe to emerge from his patented hide-y-hole; one that he had only recently taken to sharing with his two year old sister when their parents got into one of their 'moods'. They would hide out together, build a fort of pillows to block out the sounds of screaming, smashing, and the occasional dull thud of fists connecting to faces, arms, stomachs. Sometimes they would huddle together, small arms wrapped around each other and close their eyes, only opening them again when pale sunlight streamed through the gaps between blankets, along with the soft, apologetic sound of their mother calling for them.
They would then trudge down the stairs, and she would be waiting for them, a hot breakfast served up with a cold smile.
Afterward, they would retreat back up to their haven, replace the scrambled pillows, and block out the sounds of their family breaking apart.
'Watch Me Make You Hate Me' - Call the Cops! (Puck/Kurt)
He first spotted her across a smoky bar. Legions of spectacularly cheesy pick-up lines marched through his mind, but he shot each of them down, instead opting for the obvious. He, quietly, careful not to draw her attention, slid into the vacant seat next to her.
"Hey," he said, voice low and ridiculously smooth. Thankfully she didn't know him, or that probably would have prompted a laugh. In fact, she was laughing, and he had the grace to at least be offended. And suddenly - suddenly she looked uncomfortably familiar. Uncomfortably ... male. Recognition struck him like a ton of bricks.
"Hummel?" he spluttered. An eyebrow was quirked in his direction, and he was right.
Who would have thought that the first person he would run into on his first night back in New York would be Kurt Hummel. Face flushed, who would have thought Noah Puckerman would feel foolish sitting next to a man dressed as a woman?
'Rest In Peace' - BTVS: The Musical (Puck/Kurt)
"Kurt, wait -"
"No, Noah. I know the question, you know the answer."
Puck could only watch as Kurt left him. Left him trying to suppress and repress and deny the whirl-a-gig of emotion then ruffling his metaphorical feathers. It didn't use to bug him. In fact, it had seemed an initial blessing. He had always figured that Kurt would be a girl about sex. Figured he'd want to cuddle afterward, figured he'd want sweet words and soft touches and declarations of monogamy and undying love.
Of course, he had always figured that he, himself, wouldn't.
'The Webs We Weave' - Escape the Fate (Dontas/Mallory)
"Well ain't this grand?" Dontas crooned, his words venom soft, dancing across Mallory's neck. She should have been scared, nervous, disgusted. A number of things, feelings, all negative, all things that she should have been feeling. Dontas had her wrists pinned above her head, the skin of her hands, bare knuckles, was being scraped raw against the rough brick. Just to the left she could here the cheery chatter of urban nightlife, all oblivious to the backalley show.
"Let me go," she demanded, but there was no heat to it. How could there be? When Dontas' cold body was leeching it all away?
'Touchin On My' - 3OH!3 (Puck/Kurt)
Kurt's sick. No, not sick, he's downright ill. Horribly, irrefutably, ill. Unless of course, you're Kurt himself, in which case you'll refute it to the grave, especially if your selfish, inconsiderate illness coincides with a Glee performance. Unfortunately, Mr. Shue seems to have something against the idea of Kurt performing when sick and possibly contagious, so he has to a) sit through this particular show, and even more terribly, b) relinquish his solo to Rachel Berry.
He hates his miserable life.
That is until, halfway through the show, there's a knock on the boys' dressing room door. Delicate frown creasing his brow, Kurt answers the call, only to get caught up in a whirl of motion the moment the door is opened. Before he knows it he's sat back on his everyone-but-self proclaimed 'sulking chair' with a lapful of Puck. His thoughts range from, 'What the-?', to 'Oooh, tongue,' to 'Ow ow ow, crushing,' but Puck twists just so, and all thoughts fly from his head, leaving nothing but a steady drone that sounds suspiciously like the music to a bad porno. Not that Kurt knows how that sounds, with a boyfriend like Noah Puckerman watching porn was something of a joke. With a boyfriend like Noah Puckerman, life was a porno, so proven by Kurt's current predicament.
Just when he starts getting into it, rocking up between Puck's legs, running his fingers desperately over Puck's shaved scalp - and whywhywhy did he lose the mohawk - Puck pulls away, lips swollen and eyes mischievous.
"Sorry, babe, but I've got a show to finish," he says by way of explanation, and lo, if Kurt takes the time - and brain cells - to listen, an announcement is indeed being made for the members of New Directions - pronounced as 'Nude Erections'. Bastard. - to please return to the main stage.
Kurt hates his miserable, rotten, no good life.
"You'll get sick now, you know," he says, pointedly not pouting. Puck smiles, apparently not taking Kurt's not-pouting for what it most certainly was.
"Well, you'll just have to return the favour then," he replies with a wink, and then he's out the door, leaving Kurt once again to his thoughts. Oh, that's one favour Kurt will be more than happy to repay.
'The Mistake' - AM Taxi (Dontas/Mallory)
Sat in the passenger seat, window half rolled down, cigarette trailing smoke, whirling and melting into the sky, Dontas chances a look at Mallory. The car hadn't moved in quite a while, but Dontas dares not break the fragile silence that had settled upon them. Mallory looks preoccupied, thoughtful, and he knows all too well the outcome of breaking her from her Very Important thoughts. Of course, Dontas has never been accused of being a very wise man.
"Pet?" he asks, letting the unspoken question hover between them, more like an invisible cocker spaniel than an elephant, but tangible nonetheless. She always gets this way after one of their trysts, so sullen, and Dontas can't quite grasp why she couldn't do as Romans, light up a fag and relax. What was the point of afterglow if one was too busy smoldering to enjoy it?
"Get out," she says, words clipped and meaningful. It takes Dontas a moment to register that he's been ... dismissed. Like nothing. Like it's nothing. Like he's nothing. It takes another moment to register that yes, that stings.
"Beg pardon?" he asks.
"You heard me, get out!" and she's yelling now, her eyes bright even in the streetlight's canary glow. So he goes, watches her drive away, knowing that she's watching him as well. Watching until he fades to black, until all that's left is the glittering point of light from his cigarette.
'Unconscious Reality' - Artist Vs Poet (Puck/Quinn)
Before Beth was born, before he and Quinn had made amends, and then more, Puck had dreamed more dreams within the span of a year than he had his whole life. Perhaps he would have been more inclined to speak about them, or think about them for that matter, if they hadn't been so damned innocent. Visions of holding her hand, kissing her lips - lips for God's sake! - and, worst of all, her smile haunted him first at night, then during the day. It would have been sad if it weren't so damn pathetic.
In fact, it had gotten to the point where, fed up, Puck had been forced to ask Quinn out, for real this time - no other girls, no sexting with Santana (alright, very little sexting with Santana, but he was only human.), and absolutely no unprotected sex. After that, the dreams stopped, because after that, her hands, her lips, her smile, they were all reality.
'Now Or Never' - Madina Lake (Kurt)
Kurt didn't think a scrap of paper had ever felt so good in his hands. It was more than just paper, it was a promise, a ticket out of this hellhole. He removed the cheap elastic band that secured it into its traditional cylindrical shape, smoothing it out reverently. He ran a fingertip across the cheesy Microsoft Word Script font, not paying attention so much to the words, as to their meaning: McKinnley High Class of 2012. He did it, made it against the odds, and with his grades and God-given talent he was a shoe-in for an out-of-state college.
Casting a critical eye over his assembled peers he couldn't help the smug smile that curled his lips. This was just one more step towards his dream. One more day ticked off before he owned all of these ignorant drecks, both metaphorically and physically. His gaze locked with Tina, who was positively beaming, and he felt his smile morph into something a little more real. She looked thoroughly and vigorously kissed, to her direct right Artie was sporting much the same look. Well, perhaps not all of them. Behind them Sam and Quinn stood opposite Santana and Britney. The girls - Santana included, oddly enough - were all teared up, and even Sam seemed conspicuously misty eyed. Rachel broke through his field of vision, closely followed by a flustered looking Finn, both headed towards a pair of men who just had to be Rachel's infamous, 'two gay dads'. A few seats to the right and behind them sat Burt and Carole, both of whom were trying to split their attentions between Finn and Kurt, looking so proud that Kurt himself felt tears prickling at the back of his eyelids. The warm hand ensconced in his own squeezed momentarily tighter, and Kurt looked up into Mercedes' warm brown eyes. All of his friends were here, graduating with him and, though he'd never say it aloud, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that they'd go far.
Except ... someone was missing. Like a magnetic attraction Kurt turned his head just in time to spot Puck, who was shooting him a look that was both gentle and intense at the same time. Dark and intimate and it sent shivers up Kurt's spine. And somehow, that too felt like a promise.
Pair/Characters: 1 Kurt, 1 Puck, 1 Finn/Quinn, 1 Puck/Quinn, 4 Puck/Kurt, 2 Dontas/Mallory
Disclaimer: No matter how many stars I wish on, it will never be mine. All characters/fandoms belong to their original creators, and absolutely no profit is being made from this venture.
A/N: Yeah, so this is actually a meme I saw circulating on another com I'm part of a little while ago. I finally worked up the nads to try it for myself and wow - it was just as difficult as I had envisioned. Hopefully I did alright. Personally, I think they get progressively better, so yeah, my favourites are closer to the bottom of the page.
PS, my first time dipping into the Glee pool, how exciting. ;]
1. Pick a character, fandom, pairing, friendship, whatever.
2. Put your music program on shuffle/random and start playing songs.
3. For each song write something inspired by the song related to the theme you chose earlier. You only have the song's length. No pre-planning and no writing after the song is over. No skipping songs either.
4. Do 10 songs and post. Make sure to include the song name/artist.
- - - - - - - - - -
'A Second Glance' - A Day To Remember (Finn/Quinn)
It had been love at first sight for him. For her too. It was serendipitous, almost nauseatingly perfect. Finn and Quinn. Quarterback and head cheerleader. The preordained King and Queen of the Prom, of the school. He, Finn, despite his lack of knowing, well, anything, knew that she was the one. He hadn't even been particularly put off by her sudden, miraculous pregnancy.
Of course, that had been back before she had shown her true colours. Before Finn learned that nothing really was certain. Nothing was likely to go his way, likely to change. he was a Lima Loser, born and bred. As he lived, so would he die.
'Jealousy' - Brokencyde (Puck/Kurt)
Tied down, Puck could only watch through horrified and angry - don't let's forget angry - eyes as Azimio and Karofsky circled, like grotesque birds of prey. Twin jackets, twin leers, they towered over him. Towered even higher over Kurt, who lay prone across the room. Puck bore his teeth in a snarl, struggling against his restraints. Kurt's head wound didn't look good. It was bleeding too much. Kurt was too little to lose that much blood. It was pooled around his head in a rough circle; a halo, were the circumstances different.
One firm shove from Azimio and Puck was on his back with a thud. Apes, apparently, didn't like to be ignored. He felt his skull collide with the hard floor, heard the crack. Twin lovers, twin head wounds, twin fates. The last thing Puck was aware of was Karofsky's smug face, then the sole of his even smugger boot.
'Stay Together For the Kids' - Blink 182 (Puck)
"I hate you!"
"Fine! I don't need this, I don't need you, fucking bitch!"
The door closed with a harsh noise, rattling picture frames and small bones. Puck, seven years old, finally deemed it safe to emerge from his patented hide-y-hole; one that he had only recently taken to sharing with his two year old sister when their parents got into one of their 'moods'. They would hide out together, build a fort of pillows to block out the sounds of screaming, smashing, and the occasional dull thud of fists connecting to faces, arms, stomachs. Sometimes they would huddle together, small arms wrapped around each other and close their eyes, only opening them again when pale sunlight streamed through the gaps between blankets, along with the soft, apologetic sound of their mother calling for them.
They would then trudge down the stairs, and she would be waiting for them, a hot breakfast served up with a cold smile.
Afterward, they would retreat back up to their haven, replace the scrambled pillows, and block out the sounds of their family breaking apart.
'Watch Me Make You Hate Me' - Call the Cops! (Puck/Kurt)
He first spotted her across a smoky bar. Legions of spectacularly cheesy pick-up lines marched through his mind, but he shot each of them down, instead opting for the obvious. He, quietly, careful not to draw her attention, slid into the vacant seat next to her.
"Hey," he said, voice low and ridiculously smooth. Thankfully she didn't know him, or that probably would have prompted a laugh. In fact, she was laughing, and he had the grace to at least be offended. And suddenly - suddenly she looked uncomfortably familiar. Uncomfortably ... male. Recognition struck him like a ton of bricks.
"Hummel?" he spluttered. An eyebrow was quirked in his direction, and he was right.
Who would have thought that the first person he would run into on his first night back in New York would be Kurt Hummel. Face flushed, who would have thought Noah Puckerman would feel foolish sitting next to a man dressed as a woman?
'Rest In Peace' - BTVS: The Musical (Puck/Kurt)
"Kurt, wait -"
"No, Noah. I know the question, you know the answer."
Puck could only watch as Kurt left him. Left him trying to suppress and repress and deny the whirl-a-gig of emotion then ruffling his metaphorical feathers. It didn't use to bug him. In fact, it had seemed an initial blessing. He had always figured that Kurt would be a girl about sex. Figured he'd want to cuddle afterward, figured he'd want sweet words and soft touches and declarations of monogamy and undying love.
Of course, he had always figured that he, himself, wouldn't.
'The Webs We Weave' - Escape the Fate (Dontas/Mallory)
"Well ain't this grand?" Dontas crooned, his words venom soft, dancing across Mallory's neck. She should have been scared, nervous, disgusted. A number of things, feelings, all negative, all things that she should have been feeling. Dontas had her wrists pinned above her head, the skin of her hands, bare knuckles, was being scraped raw against the rough brick. Just to the left she could here the cheery chatter of urban nightlife, all oblivious to the backalley show.
"Let me go," she demanded, but there was no heat to it. How could there be? When Dontas' cold body was leeching it all away?
'Touchin On My' - 3OH!3 (Puck/Kurt)
Kurt's sick. No, not sick, he's downright ill. Horribly, irrefutably, ill. Unless of course, you're Kurt himself, in which case you'll refute it to the grave, especially if your selfish, inconsiderate illness coincides with a Glee performance. Unfortunately, Mr. Shue seems to have something against the idea of Kurt performing when sick and possibly contagious, so he has to a) sit through this particular show, and even more terribly, b) relinquish his solo to Rachel Berry.
He hates his miserable life.
That is until, halfway through the show, there's a knock on the boys' dressing room door. Delicate frown creasing his brow, Kurt answers the call, only to get caught up in a whirl of motion the moment the door is opened. Before he knows it he's sat back on his everyone-but-self proclaimed 'sulking chair' with a lapful of Puck. His thoughts range from, 'What the-?', to 'Oooh, tongue,' to 'Ow ow ow, crushing,' but Puck twists just so, and all thoughts fly from his head, leaving nothing but a steady drone that sounds suspiciously like the music to a bad porno. Not that Kurt knows how that sounds, with a boyfriend like Noah Puckerman watching porn was something of a joke. With a boyfriend like Noah Puckerman, life was a porno, so proven by Kurt's current predicament.
Just when he starts getting into it, rocking up between Puck's legs, running his fingers desperately over Puck's shaved scalp - and whywhywhy did he lose the mohawk - Puck pulls away, lips swollen and eyes mischievous.
"Sorry, babe, but I've got a show to finish," he says by way of explanation, and lo, if Kurt takes the time - and brain cells - to listen, an announcement is indeed being made for the members of New Directions - pronounced as 'Nude Erections'. Bastard. - to please return to the main stage.
Kurt hates his miserable, rotten, no good life.
"You'll get sick now, you know," he says, pointedly not pouting. Puck smiles, apparently not taking Kurt's not-pouting for what it most certainly was.
"Well, you'll just have to return the favour then," he replies with a wink, and then he's out the door, leaving Kurt once again to his thoughts. Oh, that's one favour Kurt will be more than happy to repay.
'The Mistake' - AM Taxi (Dontas/Mallory)
Sat in the passenger seat, window half rolled down, cigarette trailing smoke, whirling and melting into the sky, Dontas chances a look at Mallory. The car hadn't moved in quite a while, but Dontas dares not break the fragile silence that had settled upon them. Mallory looks preoccupied, thoughtful, and he knows all too well the outcome of breaking her from her Very Important thoughts. Of course, Dontas has never been accused of being a very wise man.
"Pet?" he asks, letting the unspoken question hover between them, more like an invisible cocker spaniel than an elephant, but tangible nonetheless. She always gets this way after one of their trysts, so sullen, and Dontas can't quite grasp why she couldn't do as Romans, light up a fag and relax. What was the point of afterglow if one was too busy smoldering to enjoy it?
"Get out," she says, words clipped and meaningful. It takes Dontas a moment to register that he's been ... dismissed. Like nothing. Like it's nothing. Like he's nothing. It takes another moment to register that yes, that stings.
"Beg pardon?" he asks.
"You heard me, get out!" and she's yelling now, her eyes bright even in the streetlight's canary glow. So he goes, watches her drive away, knowing that she's watching him as well. Watching until he fades to black, until all that's left is the glittering point of light from his cigarette.
'Unconscious Reality' - Artist Vs Poet (Puck/Quinn)
Before Beth was born, before he and Quinn had made amends, and then more, Puck had dreamed more dreams within the span of a year than he had his whole life. Perhaps he would have been more inclined to speak about them, or think about them for that matter, if they hadn't been so damned innocent. Visions of holding her hand, kissing her lips - lips for God's sake! - and, worst of all, her smile haunted him first at night, then during the day. It would have been sad if it weren't so damn pathetic.
In fact, it had gotten to the point where, fed up, Puck had been forced to ask Quinn out, for real this time - no other girls, no sexting with Santana (alright, very little sexting with Santana, but he was only human.), and absolutely no unprotected sex. After that, the dreams stopped, because after that, her hands, her lips, her smile, they were all reality.
'Now Or Never' - Madina Lake (Kurt)
Kurt didn't think a scrap of paper had ever felt so good in his hands. It was more than just paper, it was a promise, a ticket out of this hellhole. He removed the cheap elastic band that secured it into its traditional cylindrical shape, smoothing it out reverently. He ran a fingertip across the cheesy Microsoft Word Script font, not paying attention so much to the words, as to their meaning: McKinnley High Class of 2012. He did it, made it against the odds, and with his grades and God-given talent he was a shoe-in for an out-of-state college.
Casting a critical eye over his assembled peers he couldn't help the smug smile that curled his lips. This was just one more step towards his dream. One more day ticked off before he owned all of these ignorant drecks, both metaphorically and physically. His gaze locked with Tina, who was positively beaming, and he felt his smile morph into something a little more real. She looked thoroughly and vigorously kissed, to her direct right Artie was sporting much the same look. Well, perhaps not all of them. Behind them Sam and Quinn stood opposite Santana and Britney. The girls - Santana included, oddly enough - were all teared up, and even Sam seemed conspicuously misty eyed. Rachel broke through his field of vision, closely followed by a flustered looking Finn, both headed towards a pair of men who just had to be Rachel's infamous, 'two gay dads'. A few seats to the right and behind them sat Burt and Carole, both of whom were trying to split their attentions between Finn and Kurt, looking so proud that Kurt himself felt tears prickling at the back of his eyelids. The warm hand ensconced in his own squeezed momentarily tighter, and Kurt looked up into Mercedes' warm brown eyes. All of his friends were here, graduating with him and, though he'd never say it aloud, there wasn't a doubt in his mind that they'd go far.
Except ... someone was missing. Like a magnetic attraction Kurt turned his head just in time to spot Puck, who was shooting him a look that was both gentle and intense at the same time. Dark and intimate and it sent shivers up Kurt's spine. And somehow, that too felt like a promise.