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Author: emocezi
Title:
Wordcount: 326 (smalles Fic I've written so far)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I make any profit from this tiny fiction.
A/N: Talking to lovelycudy after attempting to stuff too many Christmas presents in a too-small bag. :\
“Don't push so hard, you're gonna tear something.”
“I will not. Fucking hold still.”
“Ow...OW. Noah, stop for a second.”
“What?”
“Perfect. Now I'm bleeding. You're an ass.”
“Hey, you wanted me to do this.”
“If I'd known you were gonna be so rough I would have asked someone else.”
“Like who, Finn? Guy couldn't find his ass with both hands.”
“Well he wouldn't be finding his ass.”
Burt stood frozen at the door, listening to his son talk to the boy he had brought into his home. He knew they were semi-dating, but he didn't think it had reached this point yet.
“You're a bitch.”
“Haven't heard you complaining before.”
“Hey, stop moving.”
“I've gotta grab the-just keep your hand there, if it slips we'll have to do this all over again.”
“Well hurry up, my arms are getting tired.”
“Now, where have I heard that before?”
“Shut up Hummel.”
“Almost...got...it.” Kurt started making these little grunting noises and Burt had had enough. He flung open the door, and stalked into the room.
Puck was sitting cross-legged on the floor, one hand pressed against a bright red box, holding the wrapping paper closed. Kurt was leaning over his lap, one hand reaching for the tape laying on the bed. Puck's other hand had seemingly dissapeared under Kurt's shirt.
“Mohawk.”
“...yes?”
“What are you doing?” Burt's eyes narrowed. Kurt stretched forward, grabbing the tape and sitting back to look at his father.
“DAD!! GET OUT!!”
“Kurt.” Burt took a step forward, and Kurt was on his feet, pushing his father out of the room.
“Are you determined to ruin the surprise? We're wrapping your presents. GO AWAY!!” Kurt slammed the door in his fathers face and Burt blinked in surprise. Oh...presents. He should have known.
Burt shrugged and left to see what was on TV.
Title:
Wordcount: 326 (smalles Fic I've written so far)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I make any profit from this tiny fiction.
A/N: Talking to lovelycudy after attempting to stuff too many Christmas presents in a too-small bag. :\
“Don't push so hard, you're gonna tear something.”
“I will not. Fucking hold still.”
“Ow...OW. Noah, stop for a second.”
“What?”
“Perfect. Now I'm bleeding. You're an ass.”
“Hey, you wanted me to do this.”
“If I'd known you were gonna be so rough I would have asked someone else.”
“Like who, Finn? Guy couldn't find his ass with both hands.”
“Well he wouldn't be finding his ass.”
Burt stood frozen at the door, listening to his son talk to the boy he had brought into his home. He knew they were semi-dating, but he didn't think it had reached this point yet.
“You're a bitch.”
“Haven't heard you complaining before.”
“Hey, stop moving.”
“I've gotta grab the-just keep your hand there, if it slips we'll have to do this all over again.”
“Well hurry up, my arms are getting tired.”
“Now, where have I heard that before?”
“Shut up Hummel.”
“Almost...got...it.” Kurt started making these little grunting noises and Burt had had enough. He flung open the door, and stalked into the room.
Puck was sitting cross-legged on the floor, one hand pressed against a bright red box, holding the wrapping paper closed. Kurt was leaning over his lap, one hand reaching for the tape laying on the bed. Puck's other hand had seemingly dissapeared under Kurt's shirt.
“Mohawk.”
“...yes?”
“What are you doing?” Burt's eyes narrowed. Kurt stretched forward, grabbing the tape and sitting back to look at his father.
“DAD!! GET OUT!!”
“Kurt.” Burt took a step forward, and Kurt was on his feet, pushing his father out of the room.
“Are you determined to ruin the surprise? We're wrapping your presents. GO AWAY!!” Kurt slammed the door in his fathers face and Burt blinked in surprise. Oh...presents. He should have known.
Burt shrugged and left to see what was on TV.