Glee fic!
So, I thought the new episode of Glee was awesome, I love Sue Sylvester so very much, the whose scene with her diary was priceless, I can't believe she'll be co-chair of Glee, that is sure to create a few problems...
Rachel really is growing, her scene with Quinn was unexpectedly sweet.
I can not believe Emma said yes :( On the bright side, I totally adore her clothes
I must say that, though I have read a few Puck/Kurt fics, I don't really ship them, because while Puck is really hot, Kurt looks like a baby, so I never expected to write one. And then this episode happened, and I kind of saw the light. I don't know, I guess I got inspired. And I had such fun writing this, I can't promise there won't be more.
Title: He had a pick up truck and the devil's eyes
Pairing: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: If Kurt hadn’t been looking at Finn he would never have seen the other person who did that same thing. Well, two other people, but everyone already knows about Rachel, no, what Kurt sees is a lot more interesting.
A/N: Inspired by a scene in last night's episode, though there are no spoilers in this, and this video, where Chris Colfer says the song he most wants to do in Glee is the Time Warp. I couldn't resist.
Looking at Finn has become a habit, rather than something Kurt has to consciously think about. He even feels a little weird doing it, because between Glee and football practices he sees more of Finn than anyone else, (Puck aside, but Puck doesn’t count) and they have formed an almost, if not quite friendship, which Kurt doesn’t want to fuck up.
The thing is, he is so used to look for Finn first thing when going into a room, that it would be even weirder to stop. Besides, it’s healthy to watch beautiful things, as Kurt told Mercedes, that time she saw him stash one of the magazines April had given him, into the back of his locker. And so he does it, even if it no longer makes his heart flutter like it used to. He still likes Finn, but he knows it isn’t love. He supposes he must have build up immunity to his presence. Well, seeing Finn shirtless still raises his pulse, but Kurt is sixteen and he’s never been kissed, so it probably doesn’t mean all that much.
In a most unexpected way, looking ends up being rather useful. If Kurt hadn’t been looking at Finn he would never have seen the other person who did that same thing. Well, two other people, but everyone already knows about Rachel, no, what Kurt sees is a lot more interesting.
The first time he notices, is after football practice. Kurt glances up at the least, (or the most, depending on how you look at it) opportune moment. Finn is coming out of the shower, the steam behind him giving the whole scene a slow motion quality. Kurt gulps in what he fears is an audible manner and looks pointedly away, only to see someone else doing the exact same thing. His eyes narrow, but he quickly dismisses that thought, must have been a coincidence. Still. He keeps an eye out for it, partly because he is curious and partly because... well, never mind that.
There are a few other occasions, during Glee, on the football pitch, in the hallways, but they are never clear enough and Kurt thinks he may be going insane.
The first time he is dead certain, happens during a Glee rehearsal in his own house. Kurt finally gets his way and convinces everyone that a Rocky Horror medley is going to win them Regionals (it doesn’t take much after telling Rachel that she is the perfect Columbia) and Finn is Rocky, clad in nothing but the gold hotpants, well yellow shorts (they haven’t gone past Mr. Schue to allow the costumes yet, but something tells Kurt, he wouldn’t mind too much). Mercedes smiles all knowingly, which he takes with his chin up. He has no ulterior motives whatsoever, besides, he was prepared to be Riff Raff, but Artie said that was his role, and everyone had insisted that Kurt be Brad.
Puck, most of all, though in that weird way he has, where Kurt doesn’t know if it is supposed to be an insult or a compliment.
“I’ll play Dr Frank-N-Further,” Puck had said with a shrug and after that Kurt couldn’t really say no.
Puck is a little late now, and Kurt is afraid he isn’t going to show up, he is sitting a little away from the others, arms folded across his chest, while all the girls have formed a protective group, formal rivalries forgotten in the face of their shared appreciated for Finn’s…shorts. Finn too is sitting by himself and possibly sulking, but Kurt isn’t sure and he isn’t about to go talk to him either.
Quinn is losing patience, he can tell, and starts to say something, when the door finally opens, and in comes Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman.
He is wearing a long coat, with black trousers and at first nothing seems amiss apart from the eyeliner, which actually suits him more that it’s decent. Kurt watches as Puck’s eyes sweep the room, he looks past the girls, (and that really is quite a feat, because all that glitter, corsets and stockings are making even Kurt a little confused) and right at Finn, for a long moment before he laughs and Kurt takes a deep breath, as the sudden silence is replaced with noise, everyone talking till the tension is gone.
Then Puck looks at him, and Kurt wants to look away, but even though there are people between them, he feels pinned to the wall, unable to resist whatever it is that Puck is offering, and he must be offering something because he bites his lower lip before smirking sharply, and taking off that coat of his and the tension is back, because he is wearing a black corset underneath, with fingerless gloves and a white pearl necklace, and no one knows what to do with themselves - the noise more telling than the silence has been. Kurt looks away, turns his whole body away, and goes to check on the speakers, but it’s too late, the image is burned inside his mind, like the sun, and Kurt has always known not to look at Puck, in that same way he knows not to look at a solar eclipse, it has been an unspoken rule, perhaps even unconscious, but true nonetheless. No looking at Puck. Danger lies there. Finn has always been the safer option, but it’s too late now.
Puck coughs a little, (he doesn’t know how he knows it’s Puck, when he is looking away, and everyone is speaking all at once, trying to pretend that everything is normal, and failing appallingly, but he knows) and if it was anyone but Puck, it might have sounded nervous, as it was Puck, it sounds arrogant and a little amused.
“All right guys, anything the matter?”
It’s Mike Chan that finally says, “Where are your stockings, man?” and Kurt thinks this may be the first time he has heard Mike speak, and is afraid it might be the last as well because Puck swivels to look at him, and…laughs?
“I couldn’t find any, I thought someone here would lend me some,” he pauses, doesn’t look away from Mike, “Kurt, I guess you will need to help me with my wardrobe.”
“What makes you think I own stockings?” Kurt asks, indignantly, hands flying to his waist, but before Puck can reply, Brittany speaks up.
“I saw some that time I got lost in your closet,”
It gets a little awkward after that, Kurt would like to think she feels bad for talking about his closet, but a lot more likely is the fact that half-naked horny teenagers in close proximity is a recipe for disaster.
This sets the tone of the entire rehearsal, which, if not quite disastrous, is certainly not setting the house on fire, as they do more dancing around each other, than with each other.
Everyone is sweaty and a little pissed off when it’s over and most people leave as quickly as they’ve changed, instead of hanging around to chat like they’ve started doing lately. Kurt trusts them all to find their way out without destroying his house (it took a while to get to that stage, but they are finally here) and goes to drink his body weight in water, before returning to the studio to clean up. He is half way across the room when he notices he has company. The boy dressed all in black is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and watching him with a darkly amused smile.
Kurt stops in his tracks, unsure as to how to proceed. Puck is unlikely to murder him in his own house, but then again it’s still hours before his dad is due from work, and there is an odd light in Puck’s eyes.
There is also the matter of his attire, the eyeliner is smudged, there is glitter on his cheek, which one of the girls had thought was a brilliant idea to add, the too small corset is simple and black, and displaying his body in a shockingly masculine manner. The resulting image is beautifully debauched and likely to give him a heart attack, though Kurt would prefer that to Puck realizing the affect he is having on him.
“Have you forgotten your way home, again?” He asks, his head held high, allowing him to forego eye contact, and immediately regretting it, as it is a lame insult, even by first grade standards.
Puck just narrows his eyes and snorts, “I thought I made myself clear, my costume needs a few additional pieces, which you are going to land me, remember?”
Kurt remembers no such thing, but he only shrugs, he has little choice, and turns towards the stairs leading up to his room, indicating with a nod that he is to be followed.
Much to his surprise Puck is quiet until they get up to Kurt’s bedroom, Kurt has never imagined that the first time a boy follows him up to his bedroom the circumstances would be quite like this, though he is not averse to the corset.
He waits until Puck looks around, waits for the cutting comment, which doesn’t arrive.
“Well?” Puck prompts.
Kurt shrugs and goes to his walk in closet, his pride and joy, and after a brief rummage (everything is perfectly arranged, by item, designer and color) hands Puck the stockings, he hasn’t looked at them, since his Cabaret phase.
Puck looks at him oddly, and then at his hand, but does take them. Kurt expects him to leave now, but Puck looks around again, like he is looking for a reason to stay and Kurt imagines this is what vertigo feels like, because he can’t quite breathe and he thinks maybe he is falling.
“Do you think they’ll fit?” Puck asks eventually and Kurt’s eyes widen, but he says nothing.
“Maybe I’ll try them on,” Puck says, when it is clear Kurt won’t speak.
But this is enough to remove Kurt from his stupor, “No, really, there is no need, take them home, they are sure to fit you, they stretch an awful lot. Don’t need to return them to me, please just leave.” It all comes out of his mouth so quickly, he isn’t able to filter it even a little.
Once again Puck surprises him, by leaning against the door and laughing and Kurt doesn’t know how to respond anymore, not when Puck moves away from the door and sits on Kurt’s bed. Where Kurt is also sitting, because the dizziness is still there, and he needs the support.
They are both sitting on Kurt’s bed.
“If you want to talk to me about your unrequited feelings for Finn, I am really not the right person for that, but I swear I won’t tell anyone, please, I am too young to die.” Kurt blurts out, because his common sense must have gone on vacation.
Puck’s eyebrows go so far up, it would be funny, if it wasn’t also terrifying.
“What?” Puck says, though he looks more amused than angry.
“Oh please, you look at him as much as I do, and I only know, because our eyes meet on the way, so there is no need to play coy, I am not stupid,” Kurt says, because his self defense mechanism has apparently gone after his common sense, and they are probably whispering sweet nothings to each other on a beach somewhere exotic, while Kurt is busy digging his own grave.
“Oh no, you are not stupid at all,” Puck says, before grabbing him by the collar of his vintage Prada button down and pulling him forward. Kurt closes his eyes to brace himself for the punch, and when he feels a soft press of lips instead, his first thought is, that this is the after life, and there is a God after all.
The kiss is brief, nothing more than the press of lips on lips, but Puck releases Kurt’s shirt, and smooths it down, before he pulls away, and his lips are a lot softer than Kurt has imagined, if Kurt has thought about such things, which he hasn’t.
And though it’s over, before Kurt has really responded, Puck doesn’t hit him, or laugh or leave, so Kurt thinks, as first kisses go, this one is pretty awesome.
“What was that for?” He asks, as soon as he is sure he can speak.
“I wasn’t looking at Finn, you idiot,” Puck says instead, and Kurt knows his face is as red as a MAC nail polish in rougemarie, but it’s suddenly very important that Puck knows this.
“Neither was I, well, I was at first, but it was more of a habit, than anything else, I thought you’d hit me, if I looked at you, which is why, oh god, shut up,” he says more to himself, than Puck, both because when nervous his eloquence is the first to go and because Puck isn’t really paying attention, he is running two fingers along Kurt’s arm and speaking seems a nuisance at best.
Kurt’s second kiss is a lot closer to what he’s imagined, there is tongue, and stubble, and Puck is holding his shoulders in a way that might very well bruise, but by the sound of Kurt’s heart, he doesn’t mind all that much.
When they break apart, they are both breathing heavily and Puck smiles at him, not a smirk, but an actual smile, and everything is all kinds of brilliant.
Until Puck looks at his watch and curses under his breath. “Shit, I'm late now, I’ve got to go,” and Kurt nods, though suddenly he feels like he is about to cry, which must be clear on his face, because Puck sighs and rolls his eyes, as he speaks.
“Will you stop looking like someone ran over your favorite shoes, if I tell you I’ll come by a little before tomorrow’s rehearsal?”
Kurt can only but nod, though he is smiling so brilliantly, he can’t stop even minutes after Puck has left.
Rachel really is growing, her scene with Quinn was unexpectedly sweet.
I can not believe Emma said yes :( On the bright side, I totally adore her clothes
I must say that, though I have read a few Puck/Kurt fics, I don't really ship them, because while Puck is really hot, Kurt looks like a baby, so I never expected to write one. And then this episode happened, and I kind of saw the light. I don't know, I guess I got inspired. And I had such fun writing this, I can't promise there won't be more.
Title: He had a pick up truck and the devil's eyes
Pairing: Kurt/Puck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: If Kurt hadn’t been looking at Finn he would never have seen the other person who did that same thing. Well, two other people, but everyone already knows about Rachel, no, what Kurt sees is a lot more interesting.
A/N: Inspired by a scene in last night's episode, though there are no spoilers in this, and this video, where Chris Colfer says the song he most wants to do in Glee is the Time Warp. I couldn't resist.
Looking at Finn has become a habit, rather than something Kurt has to consciously think about. He even feels a little weird doing it, because between Glee and football practices he sees more of Finn than anyone else, (Puck aside, but Puck doesn’t count) and they have formed an almost, if not quite friendship, which Kurt doesn’t want to fuck up.
The thing is, he is so used to look for Finn first thing when going into a room, that it would be even weirder to stop. Besides, it’s healthy to watch beautiful things, as Kurt told Mercedes, that time she saw him stash one of the magazines April had given him, into the back of his locker. And so he does it, even if it no longer makes his heart flutter like it used to. He still likes Finn, but he knows it isn’t love. He supposes he must have build up immunity to his presence. Well, seeing Finn shirtless still raises his pulse, but Kurt is sixteen and he’s never been kissed, so it probably doesn’t mean all that much.
In a most unexpected way, looking ends up being rather useful. If Kurt hadn’t been looking at Finn he would never have seen the other person who did that same thing. Well, two other people, but everyone already knows about Rachel, no, what Kurt sees is a lot more interesting.
The first time he notices, is after football practice. Kurt glances up at the least, (or the most, depending on how you look at it) opportune moment. Finn is coming out of the shower, the steam behind him giving the whole scene a slow motion quality. Kurt gulps in what he fears is an audible manner and looks pointedly away, only to see someone else doing the exact same thing. His eyes narrow, but he quickly dismisses that thought, must have been a coincidence. Still. He keeps an eye out for it, partly because he is curious and partly because... well, never mind that.
There are a few other occasions, during Glee, on the football pitch, in the hallways, but they are never clear enough and Kurt thinks he may be going insane.
The first time he is dead certain, happens during a Glee rehearsal in his own house. Kurt finally gets his way and convinces everyone that a Rocky Horror medley is going to win them Regionals (it doesn’t take much after telling Rachel that she is the perfect Columbia) and Finn is Rocky, clad in nothing but the gold hotpants, well yellow shorts (they haven’t gone past Mr. Schue to allow the costumes yet, but something tells Kurt, he wouldn’t mind too much). Mercedes smiles all knowingly, which he takes with his chin up. He has no ulterior motives whatsoever, besides, he was prepared to be Riff Raff, but Artie said that was his role, and everyone had insisted that Kurt be Brad.
Puck, most of all, though in that weird way he has, where Kurt doesn’t know if it is supposed to be an insult or a compliment.
“I’ll play Dr Frank-N-Further,” Puck had said with a shrug and after that Kurt couldn’t really say no.
Puck is a little late now, and Kurt is afraid he isn’t going to show up, he is sitting a little away from the others, arms folded across his chest, while all the girls have formed a protective group, formal rivalries forgotten in the face of their shared appreciated for Finn’s…shorts. Finn too is sitting by himself and possibly sulking, but Kurt isn’t sure and he isn’t about to go talk to him either.
Quinn is losing patience, he can tell, and starts to say something, when the door finally opens, and in comes Noah ‘Puck’ Puckerman.
He is wearing a long coat, with black trousers and at first nothing seems amiss apart from the eyeliner, which actually suits him more that it’s decent. Kurt watches as Puck’s eyes sweep the room, he looks past the girls, (and that really is quite a feat, because all that glitter, corsets and stockings are making even Kurt a little confused) and right at Finn, for a long moment before he laughs and Kurt takes a deep breath, as the sudden silence is replaced with noise, everyone talking till the tension is gone.
Then Puck looks at him, and Kurt wants to look away, but even though there are people between them, he feels pinned to the wall, unable to resist whatever it is that Puck is offering, and he must be offering something because he bites his lower lip before smirking sharply, and taking off that coat of his and the tension is back, because he is wearing a black corset underneath, with fingerless gloves and a white pearl necklace, and no one knows what to do with themselves - the noise more telling than the silence has been. Kurt looks away, turns his whole body away, and goes to check on the speakers, but it’s too late, the image is burned inside his mind, like the sun, and Kurt has always known not to look at Puck, in that same way he knows not to look at a solar eclipse, it has been an unspoken rule, perhaps even unconscious, but true nonetheless. No looking at Puck. Danger lies there. Finn has always been the safer option, but it’s too late now.
Puck coughs a little, (he doesn’t know how he knows it’s Puck, when he is looking away, and everyone is speaking all at once, trying to pretend that everything is normal, and failing appallingly, but he knows) and if it was anyone but Puck, it might have sounded nervous, as it was Puck, it sounds arrogant and a little amused.
“All right guys, anything the matter?”
It’s Mike Chan that finally says, “Where are your stockings, man?” and Kurt thinks this may be the first time he has heard Mike speak, and is afraid it might be the last as well because Puck swivels to look at him, and…laughs?
“I couldn’t find any, I thought someone here would lend me some,” he pauses, doesn’t look away from Mike, “Kurt, I guess you will need to help me with my wardrobe.”
“What makes you think I own stockings?” Kurt asks, indignantly, hands flying to his waist, but before Puck can reply, Brittany speaks up.
“I saw some that time I got lost in your closet,”
It gets a little awkward after that, Kurt would like to think she feels bad for talking about his closet, but a lot more likely is the fact that half-naked horny teenagers in close proximity is a recipe for disaster.
This sets the tone of the entire rehearsal, which, if not quite disastrous, is certainly not setting the house on fire, as they do more dancing around each other, than with each other.
Everyone is sweaty and a little pissed off when it’s over and most people leave as quickly as they’ve changed, instead of hanging around to chat like they’ve started doing lately. Kurt trusts them all to find their way out without destroying his house (it took a while to get to that stage, but they are finally here) and goes to drink his body weight in water, before returning to the studio to clean up. He is half way across the room when he notices he has company. The boy dressed all in black is sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and watching him with a darkly amused smile.
Kurt stops in his tracks, unsure as to how to proceed. Puck is unlikely to murder him in his own house, but then again it’s still hours before his dad is due from work, and there is an odd light in Puck’s eyes.
There is also the matter of his attire, the eyeliner is smudged, there is glitter on his cheek, which one of the girls had thought was a brilliant idea to add, the too small corset is simple and black, and displaying his body in a shockingly masculine manner. The resulting image is beautifully debauched and likely to give him a heart attack, though Kurt would prefer that to Puck realizing the affect he is having on him.
“Have you forgotten your way home, again?” He asks, his head held high, allowing him to forego eye contact, and immediately regretting it, as it is a lame insult, even by first grade standards.
Puck just narrows his eyes and snorts, “I thought I made myself clear, my costume needs a few additional pieces, which you are going to land me, remember?”
Kurt remembers no such thing, but he only shrugs, he has little choice, and turns towards the stairs leading up to his room, indicating with a nod that he is to be followed.
Much to his surprise Puck is quiet until they get up to Kurt’s bedroom, Kurt has never imagined that the first time a boy follows him up to his bedroom the circumstances would be quite like this, though he is not averse to the corset.
He waits until Puck looks around, waits for the cutting comment, which doesn’t arrive.
“Well?” Puck prompts.
Kurt shrugs and goes to his walk in closet, his pride and joy, and after a brief rummage (everything is perfectly arranged, by item, designer and color) hands Puck the stockings, he hasn’t looked at them, since his Cabaret phase.
Puck looks at him oddly, and then at his hand, but does take them. Kurt expects him to leave now, but Puck looks around again, like he is looking for a reason to stay and Kurt imagines this is what vertigo feels like, because he can’t quite breathe and he thinks maybe he is falling.
“Do you think they’ll fit?” Puck asks eventually and Kurt’s eyes widen, but he says nothing.
“Maybe I’ll try them on,” Puck says, when it is clear Kurt won’t speak.
But this is enough to remove Kurt from his stupor, “No, really, there is no need, take them home, they are sure to fit you, they stretch an awful lot. Don’t need to return them to me, please just leave.” It all comes out of his mouth so quickly, he isn’t able to filter it even a little.
Once again Puck surprises him, by leaning against the door and laughing and Kurt doesn’t know how to respond anymore, not when Puck moves away from the door and sits on Kurt’s bed. Where Kurt is also sitting, because the dizziness is still there, and he needs the support.
They are both sitting on Kurt’s bed.
“If you want to talk to me about your unrequited feelings for Finn, I am really not the right person for that, but I swear I won’t tell anyone, please, I am too young to die.” Kurt blurts out, because his common sense must have gone on vacation.
Puck’s eyebrows go so far up, it would be funny, if it wasn’t also terrifying.
“What?” Puck says, though he looks more amused than angry.
“Oh please, you look at him as much as I do, and I only know, because our eyes meet on the way, so there is no need to play coy, I am not stupid,” Kurt says, because his self defense mechanism has apparently gone after his common sense, and they are probably whispering sweet nothings to each other on a beach somewhere exotic, while Kurt is busy digging his own grave.
“Oh no, you are not stupid at all,” Puck says, before grabbing him by the collar of his vintage Prada button down and pulling him forward. Kurt closes his eyes to brace himself for the punch, and when he feels a soft press of lips instead, his first thought is, that this is the after life, and there is a God after all.
The kiss is brief, nothing more than the press of lips on lips, but Puck releases Kurt’s shirt, and smooths it down, before he pulls away, and his lips are a lot softer than Kurt has imagined, if Kurt has thought about such things, which he hasn’t.
And though it’s over, before Kurt has really responded, Puck doesn’t hit him, or laugh or leave, so Kurt thinks, as first kisses go, this one is pretty awesome.
“What was that for?” He asks, as soon as he is sure he can speak.
“I wasn’t looking at Finn, you idiot,” Puck says instead, and Kurt knows his face is as red as a MAC nail polish in rougemarie, but it’s suddenly very important that Puck knows this.
“Neither was I, well, I was at first, but it was more of a habit, than anything else, I thought you’d hit me, if I looked at you, which is why, oh god, shut up,” he says more to himself, than Puck, both because when nervous his eloquence is the first to go and because Puck isn’t really paying attention, he is running two fingers along Kurt’s arm and speaking seems a nuisance at best.
Kurt’s second kiss is a lot closer to what he’s imagined, there is tongue, and stubble, and Puck is holding his shoulders in a way that might very well bruise, but by the sound of Kurt’s heart, he doesn’t mind all that much.
When they break apart, they are both breathing heavily and Puck smiles at him, not a smirk, but an actual smile, and everything is all kinds of brilliant.
Until Puck looks at his watch and curses under his breath. “Shit, I'm late now, I’ve got to go,” and Kurt nods, though suddenly he feels like he is about to cry, which must be clear on his face, because Puck sighs and rolls his eyes, as he speaks.
“Will you stop looking like someone ran over your favorite shoes, if I tell you I’ll come by a little before tomorrow’s rehearsal?”
Kurt can only but nod, though he is smiling so brilliantly, he can’t stop even minutes after Puck has left.