Catch me a catch.
Author: emocezi
Title: Catch me a catch.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 981
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Was reading a prompt off the the puck/kurt meme and decided to turn it into Sam/Kurt instead. Prompt was Finn is not the only one interested in getting Sam to join ND, Puck is too. When his subtle as brick hints that chicks totally dig musicians don't work and Sam does something totally gay in Puckbook, Puck decides that Sam must be gay, therefore, the way to get him to join is to pimp Kurt out to him. I'm imagining Puck dragging Kurt - horrified, embarrassed Kurt - to Sam and saying something like: "if you join glee, Gay Kid is totally going to give it to you. You have so much in common, like liking cocks"
Puck never would have thought of himself as a matchmaker, or yenta as his mother would call it.. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen/heard it for himself.
A couple of days before, Kurt had come into school wearing these crazy tight pants that even Puck would admit made his ass look hot. The gay kid had walked right past them without even batting an eyelash and Sam had glanced his way. He'd watched Kurt walk for about three seconds and then turned back to Puck to continue the conversation they were having.
It was a completely innocent gesture that wouldn't have been amiss with anyone else. But with Finn's plan of luring Sam into the Glee club having gone up in flames it was now up to Puck to find the bait that would land Sam. Hook line and sinker. Plus, Puck is sure he's seen that look on Kurt's face back when he'd been mooning over Finn, before they turned into weird step-brothers.
“So...what do you think of Hummel's outfit today?” Puck asked casually.
“Who?”
“Skinny kid in the white jeans.”
“Uh....” Sam looked like he was a small fluffy animal caught in the high beams of an incoming vehicle. “Nice pants?” Ah ha, all of Puck's assumptions were correct. Sam had been staring at Kurt's ass.
XxX XxX
The very next day Puck waited by Kurt's locker in a way that was totally unstalkerish. Kurt didn't even look at him, and if Puck had been any slower at getting his hands up in front of him, he wouldn't have gotten brained by the door of Kurt's locker opening at such a fast pace.
“Sorry Puck, didn't see you there.” Kurt's smile was saccharine. Puck took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was for the good of the team. He waited until math textbooks had been exchanged for biology ones and then grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him down the hall. Smiling mercilessly at the screech of indignity the pale gleek gave.
“My Alexander McQueen. You are wrinkling it. You neanderthal, what is so important that you have to drag me around like some barbarian?” Puck grins when they approach Sam's locker and the quarterback looks at him, then at Kurt, then back at him. He looks confused as hell and Puck decides to take pity on him.
“If you join Glee, Kurt'll totally give it up for you. You guys probably have a lot in common, being fags and all.” It sounded better in his head. Sam's huge mouth is opening and closing like he's a fish and when Puck glances back at Kurt who has gone surprisingly quiet, he's surprised to see the hate/humiliation/rage dancing in his eyes, bright spots of colour riding his on his otherwise pale cheeks.
Puck keeps forgetting that Kurt's not actually a girl, and that all that cheer leading means he's like a whipcord. Sleek and deceptively powerful. Puck doesn't see the fist coming towards his face until the pain from Kurt's hand connecting with his nose has him doubling over, eyes watering with the force of the punch.
“You'll have to forgive Puck. He's never learned proper social etiquette for anything. I'm surprised his mother lets him out of the house without a muzzle on so he doesn't bite anyone.” Kurt snarls.
“Oh...ummm...it's okay?” Sam makes it sound like a question and once Puck is assured his nose isn't broken and stands straight again, trying to man up and get over the humiliation of having Kurt punch him in the middle of the crowded hallway. The gleek takes a breath, smooths a hand over his hair and offers a tight smile.
“Believe it or not, Puck was trying to help. He just went about it in the wrong way, being that he's a straight boy, and therefore obviously an idiot. We're one member short of being able to participate at Nationals this year. I've heard rumors you have a decent voice, though I wasn't invited to your private audition with the boys because all the gay might have scared you off.” Sam has yet to close his mouth and Kurt puts a finger under his chin and pushes his jaw closed with a snap. “When you get tired of lying to yourself, you'll know where to find us.”
Sam just nods wordlessly and Kurt glares at Puck once more before turning on his heel and stalking off into the crowd of students. Sam watches him go, more then a little twitterpated and leans heavily on his locker.
“Fucking hell.” Oh right, Puck is still here. Sam snaps to attention and pretends he wasn't just making cow eyes at Kurt. He's still the new kid, three touchdowns behind. “That bitchy little queen.” There's admiration in his tone and then Puck slings an arm over Sam's shoulder when the first bell rings and they head to class.
“I should fucking punch you.” Sam mutters and Puck grins.
“No way man. I just introduced you to your future manwife. You should be thanking me.”
“What makes you think I'm gay anyway?”
“I dunno. You have that...french thing.”
“Je ne sais quoi?” Sam winces as soon as it comes out of his mouth and Puck smirks at him.
“Exactly.”
“I'm not gay.”
“Whatever man.”
“I'm not.”
“C'est la vie.”
“You don't even know what that means.”
“Probably something about being gay.”
“Why did I ever think transferring here was a good idea?” Sam grumbles to himself all the way to class, fighting the urge to smile. He never had friends like this at his old school, even if they are all a bunch of weirdo's. Maybe there's something to this Glee thing after all.
Title: Catch me a catch.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 981
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: Was reading a prompt off the the puck/kurt meme and decided to turn it into Sam/Kurt instead. Prompt was Finn is not the only one interested in getting Sam to join ND, Puck is too. When his subtle as brick hints that chicks totally dig musicians don't work and Sam does something totally gay in Puckbook, Puck decides that Sam must be gay, therefore, the way to get him to join is to pimp Kurt out to him. I'm imagining Puck dragging Kurt - horrified, embarrassed Kurt - to Sam and saying something like: "if you join glee, Gay Kid is totally going to give it to you. You have so much in common, like liking cocks"
Puck never would have thought of himself as a matchmaker, or yenta as his mother would call it.. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen/heard it for himself.
A couple of days before, Kurt had come into school wearing these crazy tight pants that even Puck would admit made his ass look hot. The gay kid had walked right past them without even batting an eyelash and Sam had glanced his way. He'd watched Kurt walk for about three seconds and then turned back to Puck to continue the conversation they were having.
It was a completely innocent gesture that wouldn't have been amiss with anyone else. But with Finn's plan of luring Sam into the Glee club having gone up in flames it was now up to Puck to find the bait that would land Sam. Hook line and sinker. Plus, Puck is sure he's seen that look on Kurt's face back when he'd been mooning over Finn, before they turned into weird step-brothers.
“So...what do you think of Hummel's outfit today?” Puck asked casually.
“Who?”
“Skinny kid in the white jeans.”
“Uh....” Sam looked like he was a small fluffy animal caught in the high beams of an incoming vehicle. “Nice pants?” Ah ha, all of Puck's assumptions were correct. Sam had been staring at Kurt's ass.
XxX XxX
The very next day Puck waited by Kurt's locker in a way that was totally unstalkerish. Kurt didn't even look at him, and if Puck had been any slower at getting his hands up in front of him, he wouldn't have gotten brained by the door of Kurt's locker opening at such a fast pace.
“Sorry Puck, didn't see you there.” Kurt's smile was saccharine. Puck took a deep breath and reminded himself that this was for the good of the team. He waited until math textbooks had been exchanged for biology ones and then grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him down the hall. Smiling mercilessly at the screech of indignity the pale gleek gave.
“My Alexander McQueen. You are wrinkling it. You neanderthal, what is so important that you have to drag me around like some barbarian?” Puck grins when they approach Sam's locker and the quarterback looks at him, then at Kurt, then back at him. He looks confused as hell and Puck decides to take pity on him.
“If you join Glee, Kurt'll totally give it up for you. You guys probably have a lot in common, being fags and all.” It sounded better in his head. Sam's huge mouth is opening and closing like he's a fish and when Puck glances back at Kurt who has gone surprisingly quiet, he's surprised to see the hate/humiliation/rage dancing in his eyes, bright spots of colour riding his on his otherwise pale cheeks.
Puck keeps forgetting that Kurt's not actually a girl, and that all that cheer leading means he's like a whipcord. Sleek and deceptively powerful. Puck doesn't see the fist coming towards his face until the pain from Kurt's hand connecting with his nose has him doubling over, eyes watering with the force of the punch.
“You'll have to forgive Puck. He's never learned proper social etiquette for anything. I'm surprised his mother lets him out of the house without a muzzle on so he doesn't bite anyone.” Kurt snarls.
“Oh...ummm...it's okay?” Sam makes it sound like a question and once Puck is assured his nose isn't broken and stands straight again, trying to man up and get over the humiliation of having Kurt punch him in the middle of the crowded hallway. The gleek takes a breath, smooths a hand over his hair and offers a tight smile.
“Believe it or not, Puck was trying to help. He just went about it in the wrong way, being that he's a straight boy, and therefore obviously an idiot. We're one member short of being able to participate at Nationals this year. I've heard rumors you have a decent voice, though I wasn't invited to your private audition with the boys because all the gay might have scared you off.” Sam has yet to close his mouth and Kurt puts a finger under his chin and pushes his jaw closed with a snap. “When you get tired of lying to yourself, you'll know where to find us.”
Sam just nods wordlessly and Kurt glares at Puck once more before turning on his heel and stalking off into the crowd of students. Sam watches him go, more then a little twitterpated and leans heavily on his locker.
“Fucking hell.” Oh right, Puck is still here. Sam snaps to attention and pretends he wasn't just making cow eyes at Kurt. He's still the new kid, three touchdowns behind. “That bitchy little queen.” There's admiration in his tone and then Puck slings an arm over Sam's shoulder when the first bell rings and they head to class.
“I should fucking punch you.” Sam mutters and Puck grins.
“No way man. I just introduced you to your future manwife. You should be thanking me.”
“What makes you think I'm gay anyway?”
“I dunno. You have that...french thing.”
“Je ne sais quoi?” Sam winces as soon as it comes out of his mouth and Puck smirks at him.
“Exactly.”
“I'm not gay.”
“Whatever man.”
“I'm not.”
“C'est la vie.”
“You don't even know what that means.”
“Probably something about being gay.”
“Why did I ever think transferring here was a good idea?” Sam grumbles to himself all the way to class, fighting the urge to smile. He never had friends like this at his old school, even if they are all a bunch of weirdo's. Maybe there's something to this Glee thing after all.