Fic: Courting
Title: Courting
Author: bl4ckm4lice
Pairing: Puckurt
Word Count: 371
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: na-ah, not mine
Summary: Call it pigtail pulling, but Kurt doesn’t have pigtail and he still gets pulled all the way to the dumpster.
The customary ‘need-to-get-it-off-my-system’ first fic in a fandom :D I blame this on pseudo_shigure
Logic is not something Noah Puckerman takes into account in anything. (A stud can wear a dress to school and still be cool? Really?) Maturity is also something the jock simply refuses to embrace. Therefore, the lack of both of them contributes to a weird thing between Puck and Kurt (or more like Puck to Kurt). Kurt’s stuck being the receiving end of all the misshaped forms of attention that defies all traditional courting values.
Call it pigtail pulling, but Kurt doesn’t have pigtail and he still gets pulled all the way to the dumpster. There’s also the slushies, the name-calling-the list can get real long.
There’s also the joining the same club, taking the seat behind (or next to; never in front because that would mean no staring), occasional smiles (which Kurt always returned with a raised eyebrow), the whole ‘get Kurt jealous by dating/making out/anything with any random girl’, and a lot of stolen glances.
But stolen means secretly taken. Therefore, her dear Kurt doesn’t know why Puck is somehow always around to annoy him. Once, it gets to him and he spoke to Mercedes with glazed eyes, “I know he hates me, but to this extent… I guess I’m just too much of a freak in his world.”
Oh Kurt, poor Kurt Hummel. If only he knew. What on earth had he done to attract the interest of a very feral jock anyway?
But no, Mercedes isn’t going to tell Kurt about Puck’s real intention. Because that would save Puck a lot of trouble and she has yet to forgive him for all the past tortures. Besides, she once caught Puck’s eyes when he was busy flicking Kurt’s ear. Those eyes went slightly wide with recognition of Mercedes’ awareness, before shifting to the only way Puck knew on how to deal with things. Threat.
‘Say a word and die.’
The eye-threat wasn’t very menacing for the fact that Puck had looked really nervous and glanced to Kurt repeatedly. But, well, she doesn’t have any intention to spill anyway.
So for now, she would just sit back and watch. After all, the flashes of desperate looks on the jock’s face after some failed courting attempts are quite amusing.
***
The end~
Author: bl4ckm4lice
Pairing: Puckurt
Word Count: 371
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: na-ah, not mine
Summary: Call it pigtail pulling, but Kurt doesn’t have pigtail and he still gets pulled all the way to the dumpster.
The customary ‘need-to-get-it-off-my-system’ first fic in a fandom :D I blame this on pseudo_shigure
Logic is not something Noah Puckerman takes into account in anything. (A stud can wear a dress to school and still be cool? Really?) Maturity is also something the jock simply refuses to embrace. Therefore, the lack of both of them contributes to a weird thing between Puck and Kurt (or more like Puck to Kurt). Kurt’s stuck being the receiving end of all the misshaped forms of attention that defies all traditional courting values.
Call it pigtail pulling, but Kurt doesn’t have pigtail and he still gets pulled all the way to the dumpster. There’s also the slushies, the name-calling-the list can get real long.
There’s also the joining the same club, taking the seat behind (or next to; never in front because that would mean no staring), occasional smiles (which Kurt always returned with a raised eyebrow), the whole ‘get Kurt jealous by dating/making out/anything with any random girl’, and a lot of stolen glances.
But stolen means secretly taken. Therefore, her dear Kurt doesn’t know why Puck is somehow always around to annoy him. Once, it gets to him and he spoke to Mercedes with glazed eyes, “I know he hates me, but to this extent… I guess I’m just too much of a freak in his world.”
Oh Kurt, poor Kurt Hummel. If only he knew. What on earth had he done to attract the interest of a very feral jock anyway?
But no, Mercedes isn’t going to tell Kurt about Puck’s real intention. Because that would save Puck a lot of trouble and she has yet to forgive him for all the past tortures. Besides, she once caught Puck’s eyes when he was busy flicking Kurt’s ear. Those eyes went slightly wide with recognition of Mercedes’ awareness, before shifting to the only way Puck knew on how to deal with things. Threat.
‘Say a word and die.’
The eye-threat wasn’t very menacing for the fact that Puck had looked really nervous and glanced to Kurt repeatedly. But, well, she doesn’t have any intention to spill anyway.
So for now, she would just sit back and watch. After all, the flashes of desperate looks on the jock’s face after some failed courting attempts are quite amusing.
***
The end~