30 Days of Puckurt Drabble: Day 20
Today is day twenty of the 30 Days of Puckurt Drabble in June! Only 10 days left. Are we happy or sad about that? ;)
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The morning is beautiful; the warm late-spring air whisks by in a light breeze that rustles leaves and catches on the wings of butterflies as they flutter about. It is only typical that on this morning half of McKinley’s hockey team is waiting by the dumpsters. For him.
Kurt straightens his back and grips the strap of his messenger bag and keeps his stride at a perfect glide as he makes to walk by. He is stopped by three of the jocks breaking formation to block his path.
Tilting his head up and keeping his face as stoic as possible, Kurt raises his eyebrows and asks, “Must we do this, gentlemen?”
A murmur of chuckles sounds out around him and suddenly there are three sets of hands on him, gripping his arms and fumbling to grasp his legs. Kurt struggles a little, but he knows better than to put up a real fight - that’s the point when the jock population deems it necessary to start throwing sucker punches.
The edge of the dumpster comes fast, and before he knows it he’s dropping down to land on a metal bottom, back connecting with a dull crack. His breath leaves his lungs momentarily, but a quick catalogue of his body tells him he isn’t hurt bad.
Kurt has just started to mentally coordinate a new outfit based on the limited options stored in his locker (because these pants were never meant to be creased, not like this. Ever.) when a scuffle sounds from the other side of the metal wall of the dumpster.
“What the hell was that, you douchbags! I thought we had an agreement: you leave my boy alone.”
Kurt cringes with hope or with dread, he’s not quite sure, and starts to lift his torso off of the dumpster bottom. He moves just in time for a large body to come tumbling over the edge and land right on top of him, pressing him further into the metal floor below.
Groaning as the air is once again knocked out of him, Kurt tries not to wince too outwardly at the knee that is pressing hard into his inner thigh, leaving the muscles protesting. He allows himself to feel momentarily relieved that the knee didn’t land three inches higher.
“I’m going to kill those bastards,” hisses Puck from his position above Kurt.
Kurt closes his eyes as his thigh cramps under Puck’s continued pressure, and says, “Can you maybe think about getting off of me, and work on revenge later?” His voice comes out strong and steady, something for which he is proud. Opening his eyes and raising one eyebrow he continues, “You’re crushing me - not to mention my pants - now, would you be so kind as to get off?”
Rolling his eyes at Puck’s predictable smirk at Kurt’s use of the phrase ‘get off’, Kurt almost sighs with relief as the pressure on his leg lets up. He quickly goes back to glaring at the bigger boy when that is all Puck does; instead of getting up, Puck balances his bulk above Kurt and brings his face in close.
“Hey there.”
“I am not going to make out with you in a dumpster.”
Puck’s eyes are focused on Kurt’s lips, his breath brushing against Kurt’s skin from their closeness. “Aw come on princess; we’ve never done it here before. We can add it to our list.”
Kurt huffs and puts his hands on Puck’s shoulders, pushing him a little bit away. “And we never will,” he states firmly. “But if you get up so we can get out of here,” he says softly, bringing his lips up to brush over Puck’s, “maybe I’ll think about skipping English. You did want to check out the dimensions of the janitor’s closet in the science wing, didn’t you?”
Kurt has never seen his boyfriend move so fast before.
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A/N: I'm so sorry I'm so late with all of this :( I'll have two more finished later today, but I have to go see if I have a perforated eardrum first. Enjoy ♥
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(And I hope you do not have a perforated eardrum!)
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The whole dumpster thing usually gives me anxiety like no one's business, but this was a cute spin on a usually negative scenario (except the lightness with which the show handles it I guess).
Only Puck would take up the opportunity to make out in a dumpster ;D I love them together, and even though these days I'm more for platonic Kurt/Puck bro-ship, their personalities are so fun to read together I can't help but enjoy these.
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