Gleeverse Bingo
Bingo for Gleeverse. This entry will be spiffed tomorrow.
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Puck collapsed on the beaten-to-hell couch next to Finn on the cushion with the stuffing coming out of it. The hole had been taped, but seeing as it was Puck’s favorite spot the tape didn’t stay long. Rachel had visited a couple weeks ago to see their place for the first time since they moved into the apartment a year ago-she was busy jump-starting her acting career. She had walked in and promptly announced just how hideous the orange and white plaid couch was, but it was all they could afford when they moved to Columbus and Puck seemed to really like it. Now that they had some more spending freedom, Finn just didn’t have the heart to replace the beloved piece of furniture. Finn’s gaze fell from the movie he’d picked to the bowl of Reese’s peanut butter cup ice cream wrapped in Puck’s rough hands. “Where’s mine?” He pouted, looking up to meet Puck’s eyes, which had turned toward him. Puck smirked and lifted the spoon to his mouth in response; there was none for Finn. “You ass.” Finn scowled, turning back to the TV. There was silence, during which some shooting from the movie filled the silence. While Finn became reabsorbed in the Movie, he felt the couch shift as Puck left with his ice cream. Finn had been joking, but maybe he’s upset Puck. He was dwelling on where he went wrong when Puck was back on the couch beside him, holding up a second spoon. Fin looked over and smiled, putting his hand around Puck’s and kissing him. Yeah, beaten couch and everything, it was their home, and it was enough.
Beautiful
She felt fat. Tina poked he blown up abdomen as she stared herself down in the mirror, wearing jeans and one of Mikes old tees. She was short as it was, and now, leaning back slightly to balance her weight, she looked so disproportionate She sighed and pulled her hair up into a quick pony, vowing that she would be oh so thankful when these twins got out of her. AS she headed downstairs to where Mike had been working from home for the past week, he turned and juts… stared. “What?” Tina offered, looking at him suspiciously.
“You look so beautiful.” He sighed back.
Glory
Sometimes she wonders where it went. That insane need for her ‘One Song Glory’. When did she give up on that? When did she stop running toward Broadway and end up in Westminster, Maryland, of all places? If she think too hard on it she feels silly. The strangest part is, though; than through the past ten years, she’s hardly spoken to anyone form McKinley. She had vowed to always write Kurt and Mercedes, and Finn, and they had for maybe a year until the letters were few and far between and then not at all. She can bark out orders as opening day nears for her devoted theater students, but she can’t seem to recover that spark that she sees in them. She sees kids that remind her of Puck, the reluctant talent, and students remind her of Mike, a vessel of unfulfilled potential, but happy no less. Looking at the skateboard-enabled outdoor set for Midsummer, as people set out their blankets on the amphitheater hill to see a bunch of college students perform Shakespeare like they were born for it, she feels like she settled for second-best. Blaine’s there, smiling when he makes last call for the actors to get ready for curtain. She wonders how he ended up here. She hasn’t heard him sing in years; at least she sings enough to instruct the kids through rehearsals. She had just been planning out a show a few years ago, Animal Farm, and Blaine had answered the ad for a full-time stage director. He’s been doing a fantastic job, especially going along with her Hollywood-inspired Shakespeare idea. She moves to the top of the hill, leaving Blaine behind in order to check up on the sound. The lights dim on the stage and it’s twilight outside, just perfect. The audience sings along with “Beverly Hills” as the actors file on stage for the first scene, and she thinks, maybe she’s okay with trading her One Song Glory for that of these kids.
Always
So, maybe it wasn’t the best Idea to get hopped up on Sudafed. Puck’s done steroids, and considering they’re pretty close to the same thing, the issue isn’t with drug use, it’s just that Rachel is off the fucking wall so much that Puck feels kind of insane juts looking at her. It really doesn’t matter though, because before they even start singing he’s not focused on the brightly-colored ladies anymore. When the girls had instructed them to, they shuffled chairs out of the way and left a few for the six guys to sit. Finn, still taking the drug, was even more out of his mind today than he was yesterday, and as the moved the stools and eagerly whispered to Puck to sit next to him. So Puck did. He was a sucker like that. He hardly ever sat next to Finn, which was probably more conspicuous than sitting next to Finn. Once they had moved past friends into the confusing but comfortable area just short of boyfriends, which was just too gay for either of them to accept, they’d simply stayed apart in school most of the time. SO, he moved his chair next to Finn’s own and sat as the girls practically chirped amongst themselves and Finn perched on his chair for a moment before squirming a little and scooting his chair even closer, giving Puck a quick smile. As Rachel talks like a hummingbird’s wings, Puck thinks maybe, if he got to sit with Finn like this, heat coming off of the taller football player and just happy being close, he’d be okay if they were always just short of boyfriends.
Co-Op: Based off of a roleplay with Sammygirl8, and I don't believe she did her own drabble.
So, maybe he hadn’t thought this all the way through. There he was, pretending to check out Kurt’s ass, only he wasn’t faking. Granted, Kurt had chosen that song for their duet in the first place, so maybe it was Kurt’s fault. Or Schue’s fault for giving them an assignment to do Broadway duets. But it still stood that Puck was having way too much fun with the flirty back-and-forth banter that was “Light my Candle”. Kneeling on the floor, making a joke about Kurt in handcuffs and dancing at a less than wholesome club wasn’t what he’d had in mind when Schue had given them the assignment, either. Finn’s looking as dopey as ever and Aretha is looking a Kurt in this oddly suspicious way and Schue is looking like he’s never seen them sing before. But it’s really not totally unjustified, because now Kurt’s dancing with his “Father” and Pucks really enjoying this too much when Kurt pulls him into a pathetic slow dance and reaches into his back pocket to get his stash. Puck’s grinning with his head on Kurt’s shoulder when Kurt bucks his hips forward, sending Puck back a step before Kurt struts off. Puck’s left standing by the piano looking genuinely dumbstruck.
Time
Time had changed a lot of things. Most people don’t think that five years is a long time, but five years after graduation, Shue is awed at what his glee club has become. Puck’s there, still looking like the punk that graduated, only now he’s a History major studying for a doctorate. Tina and Mike are married, with a little girl who keeps running around getting underfoot. Kurt arrived ‘flying solo’ in his own terms, fresh from NYU. Rachel came from NYU also, but had only arrived that morning. Quinn, her hair now dyed a warm golden brown still lived in Lima and now taught Preschool at her church. Finn wasn’t there, he had shipped out a year ago in the Navy, but he’d sent a letter for Schue to read to them all. Santana and Brittany came holding hands. Santana tended bar at some place they bought together and built back up from the ground. Now living together, Same, Mercedes, and Artie were there together just as friends. Will had attended their graduation several months before in Columbus; Sam in social work, Mercedes in fashion, and Artie in engineering. Will watches them perform ‘Loser Like Me’ for their fellow classmates at the end of the night, and watches as some of the still immature jocks slushie Sam and Mercedes, and think, maybe time hasn’t changes so much at all.
Blue
“Dude, I don’t think you’re supposed to see him before the ceremony.” Finn offered as he followed behind Puck’s near jog down the hotel hallway.
“I don’t care; I need to talk to him first.” Puck rolled his eyes. It’s not like Kurt was wearing a dress or anything. He knew what his tux looked like. Sara was standing guard outside the desired room, already in her yellow bridesmaid dress.
“What do you two want?” She offered, hugging her older brother.
“I need to talk to Kurt.” Puck looked upward as if seeking some guidance. Were his motives so questionable? He fumbled with the small gift box in his hand.
“No way. Don’t you know the rules, Noah? You don’t get to see him until the ceremony.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Puck begged, lunging for the doorknob with his free hand. Sara stopped him. “Please, Sara? It’s really important.”
“No. He said not to let you in under any circumstances.” She added snottily.
“You know, you seem to be losing your manners as you age.” He scowled at her. “If I can’t come in, can you ask him to come out?” He tried. Burt called him from down the hall, something about father of the bride, but it was hard to hear him. Sara rolled her eyes,
“Fine.” She scoffed, entering the room. Before she could slam the door shut, Puck stopped it and the women in the room looked up shocked.
“Go away, Noah.” Mom said, Puck rolled his eyes for the millionth time,
“I need to talk to Kurt.” He begged. Kurt poked his head out from around the corner and sighed, stalking shirtless into the hall and closing the door behind him.
“This better be important.” He cocked his hip out, showing off all kinds of lean muscle, Puck held up the box and Kurt raised an eyebrow before opening it and gasping. Inside there was a plain silver bracelet threading a small, shining sapphire. Puck just smiled,
“It was my grandmother’s. You forgot your something blue.” And Kurt couldn’t help but kiss him on the cheek before disappearing back into his bridal suite.
Someday
Kurt had found a new love in going to the movies. Every Tuesday, Puck would take him out to a movie of his choice and they’d share popcorn and an extra large diet soda under the guise that Puck had to babysit and Kurt was visiting his mom. Today, Kurt had chosen ‘Something Borrowed’ and he could tell Puck wasn’t enjoying the romantic comedy as much as he was. Regardless, the football player seemed pretty content, if his relaxed demeanor and shadow of a smile were any indicator. When Kurt’s phone buzzed in his jean’s pocket he was forced to untangle his hand form Pucks and answer the text message. It was form Blaine, ‘I love you. Text if you need me.’ Kurt stared at the message, not knowing how to respond. Yes, he shouldn’t lead Blaine on, but since he and Puck were staying quiet, Puck thought it would be better if they didn’t break up. The teen in question looked over for a moment, then took Kurt’s phone and typed a reply for him, ‘Love you too. Thanks.’ and handed it back to Kurt before sending it. Kurt looked at Puck and took in the forced smile that looked almost happy and sent the message. Maybe someday, he’d have the courage not to, but today he just had to be patient and wait for Puck to get there too.
Light
The thunder was scaring the kids. Mike could hear the offhanded whimper each time the sky growled. He wasn’t so much afraid of thunder; it was lightning that bugged him a little. It wasn’t quite time for lights out yet, he was still wrangling the boys toward the bathroom to brush their teeth. He was getting impatient, because they all kind of stood around the bathroom, hardly brushing their teeth while doing something on their phones, so he stepped out and grabbed the old paint bucket he’d placed on the top shelf days before, “Alright, all cell phones in, you’ll get them back in the morning.” He sighed, listening to the plunk noise as each dropped their phone reluctantly into the can. “Until lights out, we’re all gonna play a game, so brush your teeth and change into your pajamas then sit in the middle of the cabin.” Maybe he could at least distract them during the storm until it was time to sleep. Ease their minds a little, he thought as he returned the now full can to the top shelf. Once the six boys had seated themselves and were simply staring at each other, Mike joined the circle, “Okay, the game we’re--” He was cut off as he lights went out, the storm must have cut the power. “Alright, guess it’s time for lights out, boys. I’ll see you in the morning.” Mike said, stumbling over to his own bunk.
Home
Puck collapsed on the beaten-to-hell couch next to Finn on the cushion with the stuffing coming out of it. The hole had been taped, but seeing as it was Puck’s favorite spot the tape didn’t stay long. Rachel had visited a couple weeks ago to see their place for the first time since they moved into the apartment a year ago-she was busy jump-starting her acting career. She had walked in and promptly announced just how hideous the orange and white plaid couch was, but it was all they could afford when they moved to Columbus and Puck seemed to really like it. Now that they had some more spending freedom, Finn just didn’t have the heart to replace the beloved piece of furniture. Finn’s gaze fell from the movie he’d picked to the bowl of Reese’s peanut butter cup ice cream wrapped in Puck’s rough hands. “Where’s mine?” He pouted, looking up to meet Puck’s eyes, which had turned toward him. Puck smirked and lifted the spoon to his mouth in response; there was none for Finn. “You ass.” Finn scowled, turning back to the TV. There was silence, during which some shooting from the movie filled the silence. While Finn became reabsorbed in the Movie, he felt the couch shift as Puck left with his ice cream. Finn had been joking, but maybe he’s upset Puck. He was dwelling on where he went wrong when Puck was back on the couch beside him, holding up a second spoon. Fin looked over and smiled, putting his hand around Puck’s and kissing him. Yeah, beaten couch and everything, it was their home, and it was enough.
Beautiful
She felt fat. Tina poked he blown up abdomen as she stared herself down in the mirror, wearing jeans and one of Mikes old tees. She was short as it was, and now, leaning back slightly to balance her weight, she looked so disproportionate She sighed and pulled her hair up into a quick pony, vowing that she would be oh so thankful when these twins got out of her. AS she headed downstairs to where Mike had been working from home for the past week, he turned and juts… stared. “What?” Tina offered, looking at him suspiciously.
“You look so beautiful.” He sighed back.
Glory
Sometimes she wonders where it went. That insane need for her ‘One Song Glory’. When did she give up on that? When did she stop running toward Broadway and end up in Westminster, Maryland, of all places? If she think too hard on it she feels silly. The strangest part is, though; than through the past ten years, she’s hardly spoken to anyone form McKinley. She had vowed to always write Kurt and Mercedes, and Finn, and they had for maybe a year until the letters were few and far between and then not at all. She can bark out orders as opening day nears for her devoted theater students, but she can’t seem to recover that spark that she sees in them. She sees kids that remind her of Puck, the reluctant talent, and students remind her of Mike, a vessel of unfulfilled potential, but happy no less. Looking at the skateboard-enabled outdoor set for Midsummer, as people set out their blankets on the amphitheater hill to see a bunch of college students perform Shakespeare like they were born for it, she feels like she settled for second-best. Blaine’s there, smiling when he makes last call for the actors to get ready for curtain. She wonders how he ended up here. She hasn’t heard him sing in years; at least she sings enough to instruct the kids through rehearsals. She had just been planning out a show a few years ago, Animal Farm, and Blaine had answered the ad for a full-time stage director. He’s been doing a fantastic job, especially going along with her Hollywood-inspired Shakespeare idea. She moves to the top of the hill, leaving Blaine behind in order to check up on the sound. The lights dim on the stage and it’s twilight outside, just perfect. The audience sings along with “Beverly Hills” as the actors file on stage for the first scene, and she thinks, maybe she’s okay with trading her One Song Glory for that of these kids.
Always
So, maybe it wasn’t the best Idea to get hopped up on Sudafed. Puck’s done steroids, and considering they’re pretty close to the same thing, the issue isn’t with drug use, it’s just that Rachel is off the fucking wall so much that Puck feels kind of insane juts looking at her. It really doesn’t matter though, because before they even start singing he’s not focused on the brightly-colored ladies anymore. When the girls had instructed them to, they shuffled chairs out of the way and left a few for the six guys to sit. Finn, still taking the drug, was even more out of his mind today than he was yesterday, and as the moved the stools and eagerly whispered to Puck to sit next to him. So Puck did. He was a sucker like that. He hardly ever sat next to Finn, which was probably more conspicuous than sitting next to Finn. Once they had moved past friends into the confusing but comfortable area just short of boyfriends, which was just too gay for either of them to accept, they’d simply stayed apart in school most of the time. SO, he moved his chair next to Finn’s own and sat as the girls practically chirped amongst themselves and Finn perched on his chair for a moment before squirming a little and scooting his chair even closer, giving Puck a quick smile. As Rachel talks like a hummingbird’s wings, Puck thinks maybe, if he got to sit with Finn like this, heat coming off of the taller football player and just happy being close, he’d be okay if they were always just short of boyfriends.
Co-Op: Based off of a roleplay with Sammygirl8, and I don't believe she did her own drabble.
So, maybe he hadn’t thought this all the way through. There he was, pretending to check out Kurt’s ass, only he wasn’t faking. Granted, Kurt had chosen that song for their duet in the first place, so maybe it was Kurt’s fault. Or Schue’s fault for giving them an assignment to do Broadway duets. But it still stood that Puck was having way too much fun with the flirty back-and-forth banter that was “Light my Candle”. Kneeling on the floor, making a joke about Kurt in handcuffs and dancing at a less than wholesome club wasn’t what he’d had in mind when Schue had given them the assignment, either. Finn’s looking as dopey as ever and Aretha is looking a Kurt in this oddly suspicious way and Schue is looking like he’s never seen them sing before. But it’s really not totally unjustified, because now Kurt’s dancing with his “Father” and Pucks really enjoying this too much when Kurt pulls him into a pathetic slow dance and reaches into his back pocket to get his stash. Puck’s grinning with his head on Kurt’s shoulder when Kurt bucks his hips forward, sending Puck back a step before Kurt struts off. Puck’s left standing by the piano looking genuinely dumbstruck.
Time
Time had changed a lot of things. Most people don’t think that five years is a long time, but five years after graduation, Shue is awed at what his glee club has become. Puck’s there, still looking like the punk that graduated, only now he’s a History major studying for a doctorate. Tina and Mike are married, with a little girl who keeps running around getting underfoot. Kurt arrived ‘flying solo’ in his own terms, fresh from NYU. Rachel came from NYU also, but had only arrived that morning. Quinn, her hair now dyed a warm golden brown still lived in Lima and now taught Preschool at her church. Finn wasn’t there, he had shipped out a year ago in the Navy, but he’d sent a letter for Schue to read to them all. Santana and Brittany came holding hands. Santana tended bar at some place they bought together and built back up from the ground. Now living together, Same, Mercedes, and Artie were there together just as friends. Will had attended their graduation several months before in Columbus; Sam in social work, Mercedes in fashion, and Artie in engineering. Will watches them perform ‘Loser Like Me’ for their fellow classmates at the end of the night, and watches as some of the still immature jocks slushie Sam and Mercedes, and think, maybe time hasn’t changes so much at all.
Blue
“Dude, I don’t think you’re supposed to see him before the ceremony.” Finn offered as he followed behind Puck’s near jog down the hotel hallway.
“I don’t care; I need to talk to him first.” Puck rolled his eyes. It’s not like Kurt was wearing a dress or anything. He knew what his tux looked like. Sara was standing guard outside the desired room, already in her yellow bridesmaid dress.
“What do you two want?” She offered, hugging her older brother.
“I need to talk to Kurt.” Puck looked upward as if seeking some guidance. Were his motives so questionable? He fumbled with the small gift box in his hand.
“No way. Don’t you know the rules, Noah? You don’t get to see him until the ceremony.”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Puck begged, lunging for the doorknob with his free hand. Sara stopped him. “Please, Sara? It’s really important.”
“No. He said not to let you in under any circumstances.” She added snottily.
“You know, you seem to be losing your manners as you age.” He scowled at her. “If I can’t come in, can you ask him to come out?” He tried. Burt called him from down the hall, something about father of the bride, but it was hard to hear him. Sara rolled her eyes,
“Fine.” She scoffed, entering the room. Before she could slam the door shut, Puck stopped it and the women in the room looked up shocked.
“Go away, Noah.” Mom said, Puck rolled his eyes for the millionth time,
“I need to talk to Kurt.” He begged. Kurt poked his head out from around the corner and sighed, stalking shirtless into the hall and closing the door behind him.
“This better be important.” He cocked his hip out, showing off all kinds of lean muscle, Puck held up the box and Kurt raised an eyebrow before opening it and gasping. Inside there was a plain silver bracelet threading a small, shining sapphire. Puck just smiled,
“It was my grandmother’s. You forgot your something blue.” And Kurt couldn’t help but kiss him on the cheek before disappearing back into his bridal suite.
Someday
Kurt had found a new love in going to the movies. Every Tuesday, Puck would take him out to a movie of his choice and they’d share popcorn and an extra large diet soda under the guise that Puck had to babysit and Kurt was visiting his mom. Today, Kurt had chosen ‘Something Borrowed’ and he could tell Puck wasn’t enjoying the romantic comedy as much as he was. Regardless, the football player seemed pretty content, if his relaxed demeanor and shadow of a smile were any indicator. When Kurt’s phone buzzed in his jean’s pocket he was forced to untangle his hand form Pucks and answer the text message. It was form Blaine, ‘I love you. Text if you need me.’ Kurt stared at the message, not knowing how to respond. Yes, he shouldn’t lead Blaine on, but since he and Puck were staying quiet, Puck thought it would be better if they didn’t break up. The teen in question looked over for a moment, then took Kurt’s phone and typed a reply for him, ‘Love you too. Thanks.’ and handed it back to Kurt before sending it. Kurt looked at Puck and took in the forced smile that looked almost happy and sent the message. Maybe someday, he’d have the courage not to, but today he just had to be patient and wait for Puck to get there too.
Light
The thunder was scaring the kids. Mike could hear the offhanded whimper each time the sky growled. He wasn’t so much afraid of thunder; it was lightning that bugged him a little. It wasn’t quite time for lights out yet, he was still wrangling the boys toward the bathroom to brush their teeth. He was getting impatient, because they all kind of stood around the bathroom, hardly brushing their teeth while doing something on their phones, so he stepped out and grabbed the old paint bucket he’d placed on the top shelf days before, “Alright, all cell phones in, you’ll get them back in the morning.” He sighed, listening to the plunk noise as each dropped their phone reluctantly into the can. “Until lights out, we’re all gonna play a game, so brush your teeth and change into your pajamas then sit in the middle of the cabin.” Maybe he could at least distract them during the storm until it was time to sleep. Ease their minds a little, he thought as he returned the now full can to the top shelf. Once the six boys had seated themselves and were simply staring at each other, Mike joined the circle, “Okay, the game we’re--” He was cut off as he lights went out, the storm must have cut the power. “Alright, guess it’s time for lights out, boys. I’ll see you in the morning.” Mike said, stumbling over to his own bunk.