Teaser for Ep 3x07 The F-Word
Title: Teaser for Episode 3x07 The F-Word
Author: patchfire & raving_liberal
Rating: R (language)
Characters(s): Coach Beiste, Luke Johannson (OC); Puck, Kurt, Finn, Puck/Kurt, Furt brothership, Glee cast, OCs
Genre: gen/romance
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Canon compilant through 2x22. Also spoilers for TitSoaB. :)
Disclaimer: Glee doesn't belong to me. It'd be better if it did.
Author Notes:
So my life sort of went upside-down on Saturday afternoon. Let's just say I'm going to be gaining a new appreciation for Rina Puckerman, except at least my youngest is already almost 3. Ha. Sometimes you laugh because you can't do anything else. Don't worry, we'll still be writing, but know that your comments are even more appreciated now. Thank you all.
META. I regret nothing.
Also, look at the icon that wearemagnetised made for us! :D
storyofthreeboys on twitter & TitSoaB on AO3.
There are some little future fics on tumblr that I just don't have the energy to link to. Search 'titsoab' or 'story of three boys' or 'this is the story of a boy' in tags.
Beta: My best girl, my raving_liberal, my Finn <3
Summary: Puck attracts attention in various ways.
Word Count: 589
It’s not every day that one of your players asks to talk to you about another one of your players, and asks for you to ease off on the other guy. But it’s Hudson talking about Puckerman, which makes it a lot more understandable and a lot less unexpected.
Hudson’s right, too; now that he’s said something, she can see the exhaustion in Puckerman’s face and in his movements. She thought he just needed to be pushed harder; he actually seems to need more sleep, more down time, and probably more time with-well, that’s none of her business, but it can’t be easy to keep something like that a secret.
So she keeps an eye on Puckerman, and she notices Hudson doing the same. Puckerman still seems tired, though, and she knows he’s under a lot of pressure. She sees the little upward twitch of his lips when he sees the ‘Safe Space’ sticker on her office window, and she wishes that an eighteen year old boy didn’t have to make the teachers understand the extra burden some of their students carry.
She wishes Puckerman didn’t have to ask the question he asks.
Luke Johannson hates that little fag. His stupid faggoty hats, his stupid faggot scarves, the stupid faggoty way he flaps his hands around like he's trying to swat bugs. The presence of him, the idea of him, is disgusting. He doesn't belong in the halls with decent people, normal people.
Johannson can't believe he got kicked off the team...over this. He knee ruined, over this. Little fairy flitting down the hallways looking all smug and safe, when all Johannson wants to do is take a bat to his stupid fucking face, because he's the reason Johannson's in a knee brace, why he can't walk back out on the field.
Him, and fucking Puckerman of all people. Stupid motherfucking Puckerman, hero and savior of all McKinley faggots. It's like he's that little queer's boyfriend, the way he jumped up and got in Johannson and Fordham's faces about it. Maybe he is his boyfriend. Johannson snorts at the mental image of Puckerman all fagged up in some stupid hat and pussy little scarf, mincing around McKinley. Probably Hudson's paying him to babysit his queer brother, is what's really happening, because in his mind, Johannson just can't picture Puckerman with rainbows and fucking, whatever, unicorns or something.
Puckerman doesn't control him, Johannson decides. Neither does the Beiste, not now that she's booted them off the team. And yeah, maybe Johannson can't shove the little fudge-packer into the wall like he wants to, but this is America, and he has a God-given right to free speech. He can say whatever the fuck he wants to that queer or anybody else, and even the fucking Constitution backs him up.
Johannson has rights, too.
The green, shiny shorts may haunt Finn until the end of his days. He didn't know they made pants that color. He didn't know they made pants that tight, and he lives with Kurt, so that's saying something! But there's Puck, painted into a pair of metallic green shorts, and Finn just doesn't know what to think.
Ok, Finn knows what to think, 'cause he's thinking, dude, those shorts. Those shorts! No, seriously. Those shorts?
Those shorts.
Author: patchfire & raving_liberal
Rating: R (language)
Characters(s): Coach Beiste, Luke Johannson (OC); Puck, Kurt, Finn, Puck/Kurt, Furt brothership, Glee cast, OCs
Genre: gen/romance
Warnings: none
Spoilers: Canon compilant through 2x22. Also spoilers for TitSoaB. :)
Disclaimer: Glee doesn't belong to me. It'd be better if it did.
Author Notes:
So my life sort of went upside-down on Saturday afternoon. Let's just say I'm going to be gaining a new appreciation for Rina Puckerman, except at least my youngest is already almost 3. Ha. Sometimes you laugh because you can't do anything else. Don't worry, we'll still be writing, but know that your comments are even more appreciated now. Thank you all.
META. I regret nothing.
Also, look at the icon that wearemagnetised made for us! :D
storyofthreeboys on twitter & TitSoaB on AO3.
There are some little future fics on tumblr that I just don't have the energy to link to. Search 'titsoab' or 'story of three boys' or 'this is the story of a boy' in tags.
Beta: My best girl, my raving_liberal, my Finn <3
Summary: Puck attracts attention in various ways.
Word Count: 589
It’s not every day that one of your players asks to talk to you about another one of your players, and asks for you to ease off on the other guy. But it’s Hudson talking about Puckerman, which makes it a lot more understandable and a lot less unexpected.
Hudson’s right, too; now that he’s said something, she can see the exhaustion in Puckerman’s face and in his movements. She thought he just needed to be pushed harder; he actually seems to need more sleep, more down time, and probably more time with-well, that’s none of her business, but it can’t be easy to keep something like that a secret.
So she keeps an eye on Puckerman, and she notices Hudson doing the same. Puckerman still seems tired, though, and she knows he’s under a lot of pressure. She sees the little upward twitch of his lips when he sees the ‘Safe Space’ sticker on her office window, and she wishes that an eighteen year old boy didn’t have to make the teachers understand the extra burden some of their students carry.
She wishes Puckerman didn’t have to ask the question he asks.
Luke Johannson hates that little fag. His stupid faggoty hats, his stupid faggot scarves, the stupid faggoty way he flaps his hands around like he's trying to swat bugs. The presence of him, the idea of him, is disgusting. He doesn't belong in the halls with decent people, normal people.
Johannson can't believe he got kicked off the team...over this. He knee ruined, over this. Little fairy flitting down the hallways looking all smug and safe, when all Johannson wants to do is take a bat to his stupid fucking face, because he's the reason Johannson's in a knee brace, why he can't walk back out on the field.
Him, and fucking Puckerman of all people. Stupid motherfucking Puckerman, hero and savior of all McKinley faggots. It's like he's that little queer's boyfriend, the way he jumped up and got in Johannson and Fordham's faces about it. Maybe he is his boyfriend. Johannson snorts at the mental image of Puckerman all fagged up in some stupid hat and pussy little scarf, mincing around McKinley. Probably Hudson's paying him to babysit his queer brother, is what's really happening, because in his mind, Johannson just can't picture Puckerman with rainbows and fucking, whatever, unicorns or something.
Puckerman doesn't control him, Johannson decides. Neither does the Beiste, not now that she's booted them off the team. And yeah, maybe Johannson can't shove the little fudge-packer into the wall like he wants to, but this is America, and he has a God-given right to free speech. He can say whatever the fuck he wants to that queer or anybody else, and even the fucking Constitution backs him up.
Johannson has rights, too.
The green, shiny shorts may haunt Finn until the end of his days. He didn't know they made pants that color. He didn't know they made pants that tight, and he lives with Kurt, so that's saying something! But there's Puck, painted into a pair of metallic green shorts, and Finn just doesn't know what to think.
Ok, Finn knows what to think, 'cause he's thinking, dude, those shorts. Those shorts! No, seriously. Those shorts?
Those shorts.