Mash Up (sequel)
Title: Mash Up
Sequel to: Baby baby baby and Getting Serious, required reading really, for this to make sense.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU fluff
Summary: A very short drabble in my Baby verse, which needs a proper name now I guess *muses*. Here, Puck and Kurt discuss names.
Warnings: Mpreg. Proper mpreg, as in no science or explanations, because that's how I roll. XD
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“Shiloh.”
“He’s a dude, not a chick.”
“Elijah.”
“Hell no.”
“Gideon.”
“Kinda creepy.”
“Zachariah?”
“Zachariah Hummel-Puckerman? Seriously?”
“Ezekiel.”
“…”
“We could call him Zeke for short!”
“No.”
“Well I don’t see you coming up with anything better!” Kurt huffed, snapping shut his copy of The Little Book of Jewish Baby Names, a present from Puck’s mother. “I suppose you want our son to have some boring, mediocre, single-syllabled name, rendering him completely indistinguishable from the bourgeois!”
Puck sighed. “Babe…I’m not entirely sure what you just said, but there is a name that I like.”
“Oh, really?”
“I know you like the Jewish names, but I was thinkin’… Oscar.”
Kurt, who had been preparing himself for something ridiculous like Blade or Titan blinked at the pleasant surprise.
“Oscar? It’s not… atrocious.”
Puck grinned, knowing from his tone that Kurt was mulling it over and willing to listen to more. “See, a Jewish name is like, the tradition in my family- but he’s a mix of both of us right? So he needs a name that’s a mix of us too. Coz we’re already a mash-up, and-”
“Wait, you’ve lost me. We're a mash-up? I think you’re going to have to clarify that one a little more.”
Puck slowly unfurls from his curled position on Kurt’s bed, where his head has been resting in Kurt lap quite comfortably for the past half-hour or so.
From a seated position, he can look Kurt in the eye properly as he explains; “Mr Shue said mash-ups are the best bits of two things that are great on their own, and don’t seem like they go together- but when you mash them up, you get something amazing, right? Just like us. No one thinks we go together. But we’re pretty damn awesome. So that got me thinkin’- our baby needs a name that you know, shows that.”
Kurt bites his lip in an effort to close his mouth against the tide of sweet mushy nothings that want to flow from it. “So, why Oscar?” He manages to ask without embarrassing himself.
“Coz, you’re into fashion and stuff, and there’s that designer you like, Oscar… Renta?”
“Oscar de la Renta, yes.”
“Yeah, him. And Oskar Schindler is this hero for Jewish people, even though he wasn’t a Jew. And there’s that writer Oscar Wilde, too. Plus it’s just cool. It’s got the word scar in it.”
Kurt ducks his head, avoiding Puck’s gaze. The amount of serious thought Puck has gone to is like a confirmation of something he didn’t even know he was looking for.
“It’s kind of like a mash-up of different bits of our personalities.” He agrees, not trusting himself to look up.
“Exactly.” Puck nods, before realising Kurt hasn’t actually said he approves of his name choice. “So, do you like it? Can we put it on the Maybe list?”
Kurt nods vigorously, pulling Puck close enough to kiss. The stupid hormones must be making him over-emotional again. “I love it.” Kurt whispers against Puck’s lips.
I love you. He thinks.
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Sequel to: Baby baby baby and Getting Serious, required reading really, for this to make sense.
Pairing: Puck/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU fluff
Summary: A very short drabble in my Baby verse, which needs a proper name now I guess *muses*. Here, Puck and Kurt discuss names.
Warnings: Mpreg. Proper mpreg, as in no science or explanations, because that's how I roll. XD
***
“Shiloh.”
“He’s a dude, not a chick.”
“Elijah.”
“Hell no.”
“Gideon.”
“Kinda creepy.”
“Zachariah?”
“Zachariah Hummel-Puckerman? Seriously?”
“Ezekiel.”
“…”
“We could call him Zeke for short!”
“No.”
“Well I don’t see you coming up with anything better!” Kurt huffed, snapping shut his copy of The Little Book of Jewish Baby Names, a present from Puck’s mother. “I suppose you want our son to have some boring, mediocre, single-syllabled name, rendering him completely indistinguishable from the bourgeois!”
Puck sighed. “Babe…I’m not entirely sure what you just said, but there is a name that I like.”
“Oh, really?”
“I know you like the Jewish names, but I was thinkin’… Oscar.”
Kurt, who had been preparing himself for something ridiculous like Blade or Titan blinked at the pleasant surprise.
“Oscar? It’s not… atrocious.”
Puck grinned, knowing from his tone that Kurt was mulling it over and willing to listen to more. “See, a Jewish name is like, the tradition in my family- but he’s a mix of both of us right? So he needs a name that’s a mix of us too. Coz we’re already a mash-up, and-”
“Wait, you’ve lost me. We're a mash-up? I think you’re going to have to clarify that one a little more.”
Puck slowly unfurls from his curled position on Kurt’s bed, where his head has been resting in Kurt lap quite comfortably for the past half-hour or so.
From a seated position, he can look Kurt in the eye properly as he explains; “Mr Shue said mash-ups are the best bits of two things that are great on their own, and don’t seem like they go together- but when you mash them up, you get something amazing, right? Just like us. No one thinks we go together. But we’re pretty damn awesome. So that got me thinkin’- our baby needs a name that you know, shows that.”
Kurt bites his lip in an effort to close his mouth against the tide of sweet mushy nothings that want to flow from it. “So, why Oscar?” He manages to ask without embarrassing himself.
“Coz, you’re into fashion and stuff, and there’s that designer you like, Oscar… Renta?”
“Oscar de la Renta, yes.”
“Yeah, him. And Oskar Schindler is this hero for Jewish people, even though he wasn’t a Jew. And there’s that writer Oscar Wilde, too. Plus it’s just cool. It’s got the word scar in it.”
Kurt ducks his head, avoiding Puck’s gaze. The amount of serious thought Puck has gone to is like a confirmation of something he didn’t even know he was looking for.
“It’s kind of like a mash-up of different bits of our personalities.” He agrees, not trusting himself to look up.
“Exactly.” Puck nods, before realising Kurt hasn’t actually said he approves of his name choice. “So, do you like it? Can we put it on the Maybe list?”
Kurt nods vigorously, pulling Puck close enough to kiss. The stupid hormones must be making him over-emotional again. “I love it.” Kurt whispers against Puck’s lips.
I love you. He thinks.
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