Kiss Me Until I Become a Prince
Title: Kiss Me Until I Become a Prince
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to episode 6, just to be safe
Summary: prompt of masagoroll:Puck/Kurt--Puck nicknames Kurt “Princess” to be mean... and Kurt totally loves it.
You don’t like Kurt, but you don’t hate him either, you can just stand him. Unless he’s talking to you as if you aren’t even good enough to take out the trash, which really makes you want to throw him in the dumpster. You refrain though, because you promised Finn that you would try to be nice or if you couldn’t do that you would just ignore Kurt, neither of which are possible when he’s just being Kurt.
“Look princess.” You know you cut him off by the look of confusion on his face. “I know that I’m stuck with you in this stupid project for glee, but can we try to make it through this without you talking?”
“Princess?” He narrows his eyes at you, something that you find kinda cute.
“That’s what I said. Got a problem with it?” You put your guitar down and stand up so that you can look down at him, a smirk on your face.
He stands up, you assume trying to look bigger than he actually is. “If I’m the princess, you’re the frog.”
Before you realize what you’re doing, you push him until he falls onto his bed, a look of terror on his face as you tower over him. “So what, you gonna kiss me till I become a prince?”
You see what you think is a smirk appearing on his face before it quickly goes back to one of indifferent. You just stare at him, waiting for him to make the next move. He moves so that he’s sitting with his knees on the bed, his face inches from yours.
“I just might.” The smirk returns to his face as he runs his hands up your chest. Your first thought is to push him away, so you raise your arms, but instead of pushing him, you find them grabbing onto his hips. He stops, you assume because he had thought you would push him away, instead of pulling him closer to you that your chests touch. One of his hands rest on your shoulder while the other is on the back of your neck. You remove one of your hands from his hips and places it on the back of his head, pulling him forward so you can capture his lips in a Simi awkward kiss. You pull away a few seconds later, but refuse to let him get farther than a few inches away. “I think I like being your princess.”
“I think I might like being your prince.” You place your hand under his chin, running your thumb along his bottom lip.
“To me you’re still a frog. It will take a lot kissing to make you my prince.” He says with a smile as he pulls your thumb into his mouth.
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to episode 6, just to be safe
Summary: prompt of masagoroll:Puck/Kurt--Puck nicknames Kurt “Princess” to be mean... and Kurt totally loves it.
You don’t like Kurt, but you don’t hate him either, you can just stand him. Unless he’s talking to you as if you aren’t even good enough to take out the trash, which really makes you want to throw him in the dumpster. You refrain though, because you promised Finn that you would try to be nice or if you couldn’t do that you would just ignore Kurt, neither of which are possible when he’s just being Kurt.
“Look princess.” You know you cut him off by the look of confusion on his face. “I know that I’m stuck with you in this stupid project for glee, but can we try to make it through this without you talking?”
“Princess?” He narrows his eyes at you, something that you find kinda cute.
“That’s what I said. Got a problem with it?” You put your guitar down and stand up so that you can look down at him, a smirk on your face.
He stands up, you assume trying to look bigger than he actually is. “If I’m the princess, you’re the frog.”
Before you realize what you’re doing, you push him until he falls onto his bed, a look of terror on his face as you tower over him. “So what, you gonna kiss me till I become a prince?”
You see what you think is a smirk appearing on his face before it quickly goes back to one of indifferent. You just stare at him, waiting for him to make the next move. He moves so that he’s sitting with his knees on the bed, his face inches from yours.
“I just might.” The smirk returns to his face as he runs his hands up your chest. Your first thought is to push him away, so you raise your arms, but instead of pushing him, you find them grabbing onto his hips. He stops, you assume because he had thought you would push him away, instead of pulling him closer to you that your chests touch. One of his hands rest on your shoulder while the other is on the back of your neck. You remove one of your hands from his hips and places it on the back of his head, pulling him forward so you can capture his lips in a Simi awkward kiss. You pull away a few seconds later, but refuse to let him get farther than a few inches away. “I think I like being your princess.”
“I think I might like being your prince.” You place your hand under his chin, running your thumb along his bottom lip.
“To me you’re still a frog. It will take a lot kissing to make you my prince.” He says with a smile as he pulls your thumb into his mouth.