Backlog: Kenn and Puck
WHO: Noah "Puck" Puckerman and Kenneth "Kenn" Dailey
WHAT: An Affirmation of Friendship
WHERE: WMHS Hallway
WHEN: First Week of School
Kenneth tried to sneak to the bulletin board without anyone really noticing. He’d tried out for Cheerios that past Friday, and the list was up now. Despite the gender roles this school and town seemed so desperate to uphold, there had been a lot of guys at the tryouts, and it wasn’t limited to freshmen. There had been upperclassmen who hadn’t made the cut in years past as well as those members who had been kicked off by an angry Coach Sylvester. Being a cheerio seemed to be the only ‘safe’ rebellion against gender stereotypes. Possibly because they were still considered athletes, possibly because everyone had this strange fear of Coach Sylvester (Kenn had yet to really meet her), possibly because they actually won things- the mystery was still lost upon Kenn.
He’d walked idly past the board a few times, trying to steal a glance at the list. This method proved to be useless as he was unable to read the small print on the paper. Sighing slightly he looked around, nobody seemed to be around, and it wasn’t like people wouldn’t find out eventually. Stopping directly in front of the board his eyes ran down the list stopping at Dailey, Kenneth. He smiled slightly and nodded to himself. He wasn’t sure he’d stood a chance, but turned out he did. Looking around again, he smiled brightly noting nobody around. Jumping up in victory he then composed himself, turning to head down the hall again.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Puck asked, staring at Kenn as he jumped up. What the hell was he doing? Did he want to get beat up? Yeah, sure he’d stick up for him... but not if he was being stupid on purpose. “You’re a freshman now. Don’t give the uppers an excuse to beat your ass. I can only pull so many strings if you’re doing this on purpose.”
He approached Kenn as he took a look at the board. Cheerios. When Puck thought of cheerios he thought of hot chicks with short skirts and some strong homos to lift them up. When he saw Kenn’s name, he was silent, nearly glaring at his friend as he looked straight at him. Is that what he wanted to do? It didn’t make any sense to Puck.
“What the fuck, dude? What are you thinking? Football tryouts aren’t over yet. C’mon, I’ll show you where to sign. You don’t need to do this.”
Kenn jumped slightly, this time from being startled, when he heard Puck. Spinning to face him, his eyes widened slightly. He hadn’t really told anyone about this yet, least of all his old teammates. Prior to this year, Kenn had been involved in practically everything: football, basketball, lacrosse, swimming. But Lima was a bum-fuck town and it was hard to get a ticket out. Kenn’s family wasn’t poor, but they definitely couldn’t afford to send their youngest to college independently. He had to come up with some way to snag a scholarship. Sports scholarships were tough to get, but competitive cheerleading for a nationally ranked team? That was the sort of thing that would get him noticed, get him out of town.
“I...” he looked down slightly, then back up at his friend. “I’m not trying out for football.” he swallowed hard, trying to stand his ground. It was harder than he figured it’d be. “I’m... joining Cheerios.”
“....Why?” Puck asked. He wasn’t mad. Well, he guessed he wasn’t. It was still sports. Just curious? I mean yeah, there were boy cheerios, but he figured there were boy cheerios because some gays had to be sporty and why would they play football? “Why cheerios? Football is cooler... it’s not social suicide, but dudes don’t really... do cheerios. Y’know? People still talk.”
He’d always been in on all the sports before. Why would he throw it all away and join the cheerios? He’d just be another homo lifting up the chicks. Not that he thought Kenn was... well. It wasn’t any of his business. Dude was cool enough and he hadn’t tried to suck him off yet so he figured he was straight. He wasn’t about to ask. He didn’t really care in the end... but everyone else would. He wasn’t sure if he could keep sticking up for him. Even if he was his friend and he’d known him for so long.
“You don’t want that, bro... I mean, whatever. It’s still cool I guess. In my book. But the football dudes won’t be cool like last year, man. Especially the kids in your grade. Do you wanna throw it away?”
Kenn bit his lip and gave a slight sigh as Puck questioned him. “It’s personal dude.” he pushed a hand through his blonde locks and shifted on his feet, reassessing his balance. Puck had a point though, his friends, or the people he’d been friends with before, wouldn’t all understand. He figured it was going to happen, and hadn’t exactly worked out how he’d deal with that, but this was something he had to do.
“I know man, I already know that.” he looked back at his name on the list. There was no going back from it all now, even if he decided not to join the team, his name would be on that list for everyone to see. “I need to make sure I get a scholarship man, and this is my best shot. If I can stick with the team all four years... this is my way out of here.”
“Well...” He didn’t say anything. He didn’t understand that shit about college. Finn was the same way. “Whatever. If it’s what you wanna do.”
Puck wasn’t too concerned.Wasn’t his place to be. Yeah. the dude was cool... but he just didn’t wanna end up at the bottom either. They’d always be bros. He always stuck up for his bros. And he definitely had to have a thing for bros who did stupid shit. Finn was always a little slow and now Kenn doing this... whatever. Maybe that was his job. To stick up for his friends when they decided to tow the line or whatever they called it.
“Okay. If you think it’s best. I’ll vouch for you. Promise dude. We’re bros. I know you’re no homo.”
Kenn was waiting to defend his sexuality against Puck, or something to that effect. But when Puck spoke, Kenn got the exact opposite. He grinned slightly, happy to know somebody had his back in all of this. He nodded again. “Thanks Puckerman.” he grinned and held out his fist toward the other boy.
He bumped the other kids fist without a thought. He didn’t care. If he wanted to lift up chicks, whatever, He’d get a nice view anyways, and still get all the invites. So he supposed it didn’t really matter. “Whatever dude. Just tell me what you see. I only see Santana, so you know I wanna know.”
He laughed and nodded. “Well I’m not really sure what I’ll be doing yet, but if I end up lifting Brittany or Quinn Fabray, I’ll fill you in on all the details. Something tells me Britt likes to go commando under her skirt.” he grinned at his friend. He was grateful for this and for the first time he realized Noah Puckerman wasn’t as bad as most people made him out to be.
“You know how Santana is... ‘bout her... I don’t want my ass kicked.” Puck shrugged. “Quinn is cool though. She’s still a virgin. You know that? Hot yeah?”
He grinned at the notion, Quinn Fabray had been at his try-out. He didn’t know her very well, she always had that better-than-you air about her. But he’d noticed her, she was hard to pass by without taking a second look. “Dibs man.” he laughed
“Fuck off,” Puck snarled. “I asked! You can have Brits! Fuck, you can even have a go with San. Promise, it’s hot.”
He’d already been with Santana and Puck didn’t hesitate to let Kenn know. He wasn’t gonna give Kenn dibs on shit. He could have his sloppy seconds; he wasn’t being a nice enough bro.
“After. After me.”
He made a bit of a face at the thought of getting with Santana after Puck had already been there. Sure, she was hot as hell, but something about it skeezed him out a bit. If he got drunk enough first, sure, but sober, the idea made him weary. Plus, she was a bitch. Sure, Quinn Fabray seemed to be too, but not in the same manner.
“I dunno, first come first serve?” he suggested with a light chuckle.
“Nah man, I hooked ya up. Take your pick.”
He smirked at the suggestion. He really couldn’t see Kenn with anyone of ‘em, but he wouldn’t say anything. He didn’t wanna hurt his feelings. But he certainly could tease. It was whatever if no one knew.
“Grey?”
‘How do you figure you hooked me up?” he laughed. Hearing the next bit out of Puck’s mouth he simply rolled his eyes in response. “Funny man, but incase you’re wondering...” he paused and looked at Puck. “I only have eyes for you...” he manged to keep his face straight for about five seconds before cracking a smile. “Nah man, this Cheerios thing isn’t my coming out party, still straight”
“Too bad, you do got a mouth. I was waitin’ for you to ask or somethin’ like that...” Puck smirked as he looked at his friend. "I'm kidding, dude."
Still straight, Good. He’d stick up for him then. Well, he could stick up for him without getting any flak. He didn’t care if he wanted to lift up chicks. It’d be different but whatever... He might get called names every once in awhile, but he’d make sure to try and do his damage control. The Cheerios were the champions of the school so he figured it wouldn’t be to bad. Being a cheerio didn't sound too bad when he thought of lifting all those hot girls up. It'd definitely beat tackling some huge, sweaty guy... at least in Puck's head, it did.
“Too big for ya dude. Stick with the chicks. And don’t worry ‘bout Grey. I’ll keep him off your back. He’s like, the fag Nazi hunter or something. Thinks everyone is gay. So don’t worry. He'll probably be too busy to even notice a freshman on the cheerios.”
“Dude, if I were gay I could totally take you.” he punched him in the arm, just hard enough. “Wanna get out of here man? I could go for some cheap Chinese...”
“No way. I’m hung!” Puck argued. “Bigger than him I bet!”
He glared softly before glancing back at him. “Yeah, sure. I've got killer munchies today. Let’s get goin’.”
“Let’s go then.” he shoved him and started down the hall.
WHAT: An Affirmation of Friendship
WHERE: WMHS Hallway
WHEN: First Week of School
Kenneth tried to sneak to the bulletin board without anyone really noticing. He’d tried out for Cheerios that past Friday, and the list was up now. Despite the gender roles this school and town seemed so desperate to uphold, there had been a lot of guys at the tryouts, and it wasn’t limited to freshmen. There had been upperclassmen who hadn’t made the cut in years past as well as those members who had been kicked off by an angry Coach Sylvester. Being a cheerio seemed to be the only ‘safe’ rebellion against gender stereotypes. Possibly because they were still considered athletes, possibly because everyone had this strange fear of Coach Sylvester (Kenn had yet to really meet her), possibly because they actually won things- the mystery was still lost upon Kenn.
He’d walked idly past the board a few times, trying to steal a glance at the list. This method proved to be useless as he was unable to read the small print on the paper. Sighing slightly he looked around, nobody seemed to be around, and it wasn’t like people wouldn’t find out eventually. Stopping directly in front of the board his eyes ran down the list stopping at Dailey, Kenneth. He smiled slightly and nodded to himself. He wasn’t sure he’d stood a chance, but turned out he did. Looking around again, he smiled brightly noting nobody around. Jumping up in victory he then composed himself, turning to head down the hall again.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Puck asked, staring at Kenn as he jumped up. What the hell was he doing? Did he want to get beat up? Yeah, sure he’d stick up for him... but not if he was being stupid on purpose. “You’re a freshman now. Don’t give the uppers an excuse to beat your ass. I can only pull so many strings if you’re doing this on purpose.”
He approached Kenn as he took a look at the board. Cheerios. When Puck thought of cheerios he thought of hot chicks with short skirts and some strong homos to lift them up. When he saw Kenn’s name, he was silent, nearly glaring at his friend as he looked straight at him. Is that what he wanted to do? It didn’t make any sense to Puck.
“What the fuck, dude? What are you thinking? Football tryouts aren’t over yet. C’mon, I’ll show you where to sign. You don’t need to do this.”
Kenn jumped slightly, this time from being startled, when he heard Puck. Spinning to face him, his eyes widened slightly. He hadn’t really told anyone about this yet, least of all his old teammates. Prior to this year, Kenn had been involved in practically everything: football, basketball, lacrosse, swimming. But Lima was a bum-fuck town and it was hard to get a ticket out. Kenn’s family wasn’t poor, but they definitely couldn’t afford to send their youngest to college independently. He had to come up with some way to snag a scholarship. Sports scholarships were tough to get, but competitive cheerleading for a nationally ranked team? That was the sort of thing that would get him noticed, get him out of town.
“I...” he looked down slightly, then back up at his friend. “I’m not trying out for football.” he swallowed hard, trying to stand his ground. It was harder than he figured it’d be. “I’m... joining Cheerios.”
“....Why?” Puck asked. He wasn’t mad. Well, he guessed he wasn’t. It was still sports. Just curious? I mean yeah, there were boy cheerios, but he figured there were boy cheerios because some gays had to be sporty and why would they play football? “Why cheerios? Football is cooler... it’s not social suicide, but dudes don’t really... do cheerios. Y’know? People still talk.”
He’d always been in on all the sports before. Why would he throw it all away and join the cheerios? He’d just be another homo lifting up the chicks. Not that he thought Kenn was... well. It wasn’t any of his business. Dude was cool enough and he hadn’t tried to suck him off yet so he figured he was straight. He wasn’t about to ask. He didn’t really care in the end... but everyone else would. He wasn’t sure if he could keep sticking up for him. Even if he was his friend and he’d known him for so long.
“You don’t want that, bro... I mean, whatever. It’s still cool I guess. In my book. But the football dudes won’t be cool like last year, man. Especially the kids in your grade. Do you wanna throw it away?”
Kenn bit his lip and gave a slight sigh as Puck questioned him. “It’s personal dude.” he pushed a hand through his blonde locks and shifted on his feet, reassessing his balance. Puck had a point though, his friends, or the people he’d been friends with before, wouldn’t all understand. He figured it was going to happen, and hadn’t exactly worked out how he’d deal with that, but this was something he had to do.
“I know man, I already know that.” he looked back at his name on the list. There was no going back from it all now, even if he decided not to join the team, his name would be on that list for everyone to see. “I need to make sure I get a scholarship man, and this is my best shot. If I can stick with the team all four years... this is my way out of here.”
“Well...” He didn’t say anything. He didn’t understand that shit about college. Finn was the same way. “Whatever. If it’s what you wanna do.”
Puck wasn’t too concerned.Wasn’t his place to be. Yeah. the dude was cool... but he just didn’t wanna end up at the bottom either. They’d always be bros. He always stuck up for his bros. And he definitely had to have a thing for bros who did stupid shit. Finn was always a little slow and now Kenn doing this... whatever. Maybe that was his job. To stick up for his friends when they decided to tow the line or whatever they called it.
“Okay. If you think it’s best. I’ll vouch for you. Promise dude. We’re bros. I know you’re no homo.”
Kenn was waiting to defend his sexuality against Puck, or something to that effect. But when Puck spoke, Kenn got the exact opposite. He grinned slightly, happy to know somebody had his back in all of this. He nodded again. “Thanks Puckerman.” he grinned and held out his fist toward the other boy.
He bumped the other kids fist without a thought. He didn’t care. If he wanted to lift up chicks, whatever, He’d get a nice view anyways, and still get all the invites. So he supposed it didn’t really matter. “Whatever dude. Just tell me what you see. I only see Santana, so you know I wanna know.”
He laughed and nodded. “Well I’m not really sure what I’ll be doing yet, but if I end up lifting Brittany or Quinn Fabray, I’ll fill you in on all the details. Something tells me Britt likes to go commando under her skirt.” he grinned at his friend. He was grateful for this and for the first time he realized Noah Puckerman wasn’t as bad as most people made him out to be.
“You know how Santana is... ‘bout her... I don’t want my ass kicked.” Puck shrugged. “Quinn is cool though. She’s still a virgin. You know that? Hot yeah?”
He grinned at the notion, Quinn Fabray had been at his try-out. He didn’t know her very well, she always had that better-than-you air about her. But he’d noticed her, she was hard to pass by without taking a second look. “Dibs man.” he laughed
“Fuck off,” Puck snarled. “I asked! You can have Brits! Fuck, you can even have a go with San. Promise, it’s hot.”
He’d already been with Santana and Puck didn’t hesitate to let Kenn know. He wasn’t gonna give Kenn dibs on shit. He could have his sloppy seconds; he wasn’t being a nice enough bro.
“After. After me.”
He made a bit of a face at the thought of getting with Santana after Puck had already been there. Sure, she was hot as hell, but something about it skeezed him out a bit. If he got drunk enough first, sure, but sober, the idea made him weary. Plus, she was a bitch. Sure, Quinn Fabray seemed to be too, but not in the same manner.
“I dunno, first come first serve?” he suggested with a light chuckle.
“Nah man, I hooked ya up. Take your pick.”
He smirked at the suggestion. He really couldn’t see Kenn with anyone of ‘em, but he wouldn’t say anything. He didn’t wanna hurt his feelings. But he certainly could tease. It was whatever if no one knew.
“Grey?”
‘How do you figure you hooked me up?” he laughed. Hearing the next bit out of Puck’s mouth he simply rolled his eyes in response. “Funny man, but incase you’re wondering...” he paused and looked at Puck. “I only have eyes for you...” he manged to keep his face straight for about five seconds before cracking a smile. “Nah man, this Cheerios thing isn’t my coming out party, still straight”
“Too bad, you do got a mouth. I was waitin’ for you to ask or somethin’ like that...” Puck smirked as he looked at his friend. "I'm kidding, dude."
Still straight, Good. He’d stick up for him then. Well, he could stick up for him without getting any flak. He didn’t care if he wanted to lift up chicks. It’d be different but whatever... He might get called names every once in awhile, but he’d make sure to try and do his damage control. The Cheerios were the champions of the school so he figured it wouldn’t be to bad. Being a cheerio didn't sound too bad when he thought of lifting all those hot girls up. It'd definitely beat tackling some huge, sweaty guy... at least in Puck's head, it did.
“Too big for ya dude. Stick with the chicks. And don’t worry ‘bout Grey. I’ll keep him off your back. He’s like, the fag Nazi hunter or something. Thinks everyone is gay. So don’t worry. He'll probably be too busy to even notice a freshman on the cheerios.”
“Dude, if I were gay I could totally take you.” he punched him in the arm, just hard enough. “Wanna get out of here man? I could go for some cheap Chinese...”
“No way. I’m hung!” Puck argued. “Bigger than him I bet!”
He glared softly before glancing back at him. “Yeah, sure. I've got killer munchies today. Let’s get goin’.”
“Let’s go then.” he shoved him and started down the hall.