'Hawk Man
Title: 'Hawk Man
Author: lennoxave
Pairing,Character(s): Puck, Brittany, Santana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,176
Spoilers: Vague Season 1; takes place pre-show
Summary: The origins of Puck's mohawk.
Author's Note: Written for the glee_rare_pairs exchange for yesssirrr and based loosely on the prompt: Brittany/Puck friendship, Brittany accidentally cut a part of Puck's hair and that's why he decided to keep it mohawked.
'Hawk Man
Puck was thirsty when he woke up. He was very thirsty, and he had to take a piss. So he did what you have to do when you need to get up and pee; he opened his eyes.
And at the searing pain that shot through his head, he immediately shut them again.
“Why is it so damn bright in here?” he groaned into his pillow. Someone else in the room made a surprised noise, and then he felt someone sitting next to him on the . . . couch? Yeah, he was pretty sure he was on someone's couch.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Brittany said, and even her usual monotone had too much cheer in it for whatever ass-crack early time of day it was.
It occurred to Puck that he didn't know just how ass-crack early it was.
“What time is it?” he tried to say in his normal voice, but it came out as another groan.
“I don't know. It looks like a pair of pants and a person waving to a snake on the clock.” Puck didn't even try to figure out what Brittany was talking about. “It's a good thing you're up, though. Santana said her parents are getting home this afternoon, so if you weren't up by lunchtime she was just going to roll you to the end of the drive-way to get picked up with the other trash.”
Right, Santana. That's where he was, at Santana's house. The night slowly started coming back to him. There had been a party, to celebrate Finn becoming quarterback and Quinn becoming head cheerleader (even though Puck was pretty sure Santana wanted to kill Quinn for winning that spot over her). And Quinn and Finn had been dancing all close and stuff, which was stupid, because Puck was way cooler than Finn, so he had decided to see how much tequila he could drink all by himself.
He's kind of bummed that he doesn't remember enough past that point to know how well he did.
“Is the pansy who can't hold his liquor finally up?” he heard Santana call.
“Screw you!” Puck yelled back. He pushed down on his pillow so he could sit up, but something on the side of his head was caught.
“Ow!” he shouted as he jerked free. He looked down and saw a sticky pink glob on the pillow he had been sleeping on.
“What are you bitching abou--” Santana said, walking into the room, but she stopped when she saw the decorative pillow. “Oh my god! YOU GOT GUM ON MY COUCH?”
“It's just the pillow!” Puck said. “I didn't even put it there!” He was pretty sure about that.
“Oh, you didn't see Finn and Azimio and them put gum in your hair when you were passed out?” Brittany asked. Puck just glared at her.
“Dammit, my parents are going to kill me if they see this.” Santana grabbed the pillow and stormed off toward the laundry room. “And take care of your hair,” she shouted back. “You look like you just got mugged by a four-year-old girl.”
Puck reached up and felt the side of his head. “Gross,” he muttered as he touched the sticky lump matted there.
“Don't worry,” Brittany said. “I know how to get gum out of hair.” She took his hand and lead him to the upstairs bathroom.
Puck followed cautiously. He didn't really trust Brittany when it came to doing, like, real-life stuff. He knew she was good at cheerleading, and she was really good at sex (although he'd never gotten a solo shot with her--it was always her and Santana or nothing at all. Not that he was complaining), but he half-expected her to try to throw pixie dust at his head or something.
The bathroom was very, very bright.
“My head hurts,” Puck whined.
“Just close your eyes,” Brittany said. “You'll be fine.”
Against his better judgment, Puck did as he was told. It felt good. It felt like he could fall asleep standing right there. He heard Brittany rifling through the drawers but he figured it was okay, she'd just put some gay-ass hair stuff in his hair and he would be fine.
Then he heard a snip just above his left ear.
“What did--” he opened his eyes, and there was a huge chunk of hair missing from the left side of his head. He stared at the mirror in horror.
“Do you like it?” Brittany asked innocently.
“I-- What--” Puck sputtered, because while he sure as hell didn't do the knight-in-shining-armor thing, he was still pretty sure that you weren't supposed to hit girls, and he was trying to figure out what to do instead.
“I'm just kidding,” Brittany smiled. She held up an electric razor. “But you have to sit down for this part. I'm not tall enough shave your head.”
That was Brittany's great plan? Well, whatever, at least it would fix his hair problem. He was so going to kick Finn's ass the next time he saw him, though.
With a resigned sigh, Puck put down the toilet seat cover and sat down. Brittany went to work, and Puck was actually kind of impressed that she didn't nick his ear or anything. But it did feel like she wasn't quite shaving all of his hair.
“Okay, take a look in the mirror!” she said excitedly when she had finally finished.
Puck stood up, confused. There was definitely still some hair on his head. He walked over to the mirror.
Brittany had given him a mohawk.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“Sweet,” he said, and he ran a hand over the hair he had left. He looked like a badass.
“You look like an idiot.” Santana suddenly appeared in the doorway holding her pillow.
“A hot idiot,” Brittany amended. Puck looked at Brittany appreciatively and then looked back at Santana. She sighed.
“Fine. A hot idiot. Who's lucky I was able to get the gum off of this pillow.” She cocked her head at him. “Y'know, I probably could have just done the same thing to your hair, and then you wouldn't have been stuck with that ridiculous haircut.”
Puck glanced at Brittany out of the corner of his eye. He could see her deflate slightly at Santana's words.
“Well, I like it,” Puck said, smiling at Brittany, who perked right back up. “And I think,” he changed to a more seductive grin, “you'll learn to like it, too.” He put his hands on Santana's waist and leaned in like he was going to kiss her, but instead he just pushed by her out into the hallway.
“Thanks for the help, Britt.” He gave Brittany a bro nod over his shoulder. She gave one right back.
Author: lennoxave
Pairing,Character(s): Puck, Brittany, Santana
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,176
Spoilers: Vague Season 1; takes place pre-show
Summary: The origins of Puck's mohawk.
Author's Note: Written for the glee_rare_pairs exchange for yesssirrr and based loosely on the prompt: Brittany/Puck friendship, Brittany accidentally cut a part of Puck's hair and that's why he decided to keep it mohawked.
'Hawk Man
Puck was thirsty when he woke up. He was very thirsty, and he had to take a piss. So he did what you have to do when you need to get up and pee; he opened his eyes.
And at the searing pain that shot through his head, he immediately shut them again.
“Why is it so damn bright in here?” he groaned into his pillow. Someone else in the room made a surprised noise, and then he felt someone sitting next to him on the . . . couch? Yeah, he was pretty sure he was on someone's couch.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Brittany said, and even her usual monotone had too much cheer in it for whatever ass-crack early time of day it was.
It occurred to Puck that he didn't know just how ass-crack early it was.
“What time is it?” he tried to say in his normal voice, but it came out as another groan.
“I don't know. It looks like a pair of pants and a person waving to a snake on the clock.” Puck didn't even try to figure out what Brittany was talking about. “It's a good thing you're up, though. Santana said her parents are getting home this afternoon, so if you weren't up by lunchtime she was just going to roll you to the end of the drive-way to get picked up with the other trash.”
Right, Santana. That's where he was, at Santana's house. The night slowly started coming back to him. There had been a party, to celebrate Finn becoming quarterback and Quinn becoming head cheerleader (even though Puck was pretty sure Santana wanted to kill Quinn for winning that spot over her). And Quinn and Finn had been dancing all close and stuff, which was stupid, because Puck was way cooler than Finn, so he had decided to see how much tequila he could drink all by himself.
He's kind of bummed that he doesn't remember enough past that point to know how well he did.
“Is the pansy who can't hold his liquor finally up?” he heard Santana call.
“Screw you!” Puck yelled back. He pushed down on his pillow so he could sit up, but something on the side of his head was caught.
“Ow!” he shouted as he jerked free. He looked down and saw a sticky pink glob on the pillow he had been sleeping on.
“What are you bitching abou--” Santana said, walking into the room, but she stopped when she saw the decorative pillow. “Oh my god! YOU GOT GUM ON MY COUCH?”
“It's just the pillow!” Puck said. “I didn't even put it there!” He was pretty sure about that.
“Oh, you didn't see Finn and Azimio and them put gum in your hair when you were passed out?” Brittany asked. Puck just glared at her.
“Dammit, my parents are going to kill me if they see this.” Santana grabbed the pillow and stormed off toward the laundry room. “And take care of your hair,” she shouted back. “You look like you just got mugged by a four-year-old girl.”
Puck reached up and felt the side of his head. “Gross,” he muttered as he touched the sticky lump matted there.
“Don't worry,” Brittany said. “I know how to get gum out of hair.” She took his hand and lead him to the upstairs bathroom.
Puck followed cautiously. He didn't really trust Brittany when it came to doing, like, real-life stuff. He knew she was good at cheerleading, and she was really good at sex (although he'd never gotten a solo shot with her--it was always her and Santana or nothing at all. Not that he was complaining), but he half-expected her to try to throw pixie dust at his head or something.
The bathroom was very, very bright.
“My head hurts,” Puck whined.
“Just close your eyes,” Brittany said. “You'll be fine.”
Against his better judgment, Puck did as he was told. It felt good. It felt like he could fall asleep standing right there. He heard Brittany rifling through the drawers but he figured it was okay, she'd just put some gay-ass hair stuff in his hair and he would be fine.
Then he heard a snip just above his left ear.
“What did--” he opened his eyes, and there was a huge chunk of hair missing from the left side of his head. He stared at the mirror in horror.
“Do you like it?” Brittany asked innocently.
“I-- What--” Puck sputtered, because while he sure as hell didn't do the knight-in-shining-armor thing, he was still pretty sure that you weren't supposed to hit girls, and he was trying to figure out what to do instead.
“I'm just kidding,” Brittany smiled. She held up an electric razor. “But you have to sit down for this part. I'm not tall enough shave your head.”
That was Brittany's great plan? Well, whatever, at least it would fix his hair problem. He was so going to kick Finn's ass the next time he saw him, though.
With a resigned sigh, Puck put down the toilet seat cover and sat down. Brittany went to work, and Puck was actually kind of impressed that she didn't nick his ear or anything. But it did feel like she wasn't quite shaving all of his hair.
“Okay, take a look in the mirror!” she said excitedly when she had finally finished.
Puck stood up, confused. There was definitely still some hair on his head. He walked over to the mirror.
Brittany had given him a mohawk.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“Sweet,” he said, and he ran a hand over the hair he had left. He looked like a badass.
“You look like an idiot.” Santana suddenly appeared in the doorway holding her pillow.
“A hot idiot,” Brittany amended. Puck looked at Brittany appreciatively and then looked back at Santana. She sighed.
“Fine. A hot idiot. Who's lucky I was able to get the gum off of this pillow.” She cocked her head at him. “Y'know, I probably could have just done the same thing to your hair, and then you wouldn't have been stuck with that ridiculous haircut.”
Puck glanced at Brittany out of the corner of his eye. He could see her deflate slightly at Santana's words.
“Well, I like it,” Puck said, smiling at Brittany, who perked right back up. “And I think,” he changed to a more seductive grin, “you'll learn to like it, too.” He put his hands on Santana's waist and leaned in like he was going to kiss her, but instead he just pushed by her out into the hallway.
“Thanks for the help, Britt.” He gave Brittany a bro nod over his shoulder. She gave one right back.