Ficlet: Angel, Part 3 in the "4 Minutes" series
Title: Angel?
Author: Kaellite
Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were Puck would have claimed Kurt a long time ago
Warnings: Language, Boys kissing and groping
Word Count: 699
Rating: R
Summary: Someone other than Puck thinks Kurt’s an angel, and the jock isn’t happy about it
Spoilers: Through “The Power of Madonna” ep
A/N: This is a follow-up to “4 Minutes’” but could stand alone….
What the Fuck? Hummel you can’t be human. No one can resist my guns, and you’re pissing me off ignoring them, especially since I timed it just so I’d get here when you did and you could see me put my shirt on. Everyone else is looking, all the straight guys too, cause I could turn Arnold Schwarznegger gay. Fuck Terminator was a good movie, till they fucked it up with the shitty sequels. Hey Saint James, check this out.
I’ll fucking kill you, pretty boy. Get your eyes back in your head and off his ass; that’s mine. And you’re not that pretty either, I sure as hell wouldn’t tap it. Only ass I’m going to tap is that one you’re drooling over.
“Hey, Kurt, wait up.” Puck’s face reddens as Kurt turns around for Saint James.
“What is it Liberace?”
“Liberace?”
“He thought he had talent too, when what he was, was a joke.” That’s it pretty boy, don’t buy his line.
“You don’t like me much, do you.” God is this prick dense.
“Much? That would imply that I have in my being a modicum of generous feeling towards you. Let me assure you that is not the case.” Atta boy, girl, boy? Go get him Princess!
“But I need you.” You what? Try anything, and I’ll rip your vocal chord out.
“You couldn’t handle me.” No, he couldn’t Princess, but I can, and will.
“I meant for the number. The line before references an angel, and you’re the only one who fits the bill. God knows you look like one.” Does Rachel know you’re playing her? No of course not, she’s too self centered to see she’s a fag hag when it’s obvious.
“Uh huh. So a solo? Who else?” Kurt gazes steadily at the other boy, until he blinks.
“Who else?”
“Who else is getting a solo, Saint James, besides the obvious?”
“My name is Jesse.”
“I don’t, nor do I wish to know you well enough to address you by your first name.” Keep it up Princess and I’m going to have to go back to my truck and blow a load. You could watch, and help.
Jesse ignores the swipe and answers the question. “You, Mercedes, me, Rachel, Finn, and Artie.”
“Not Puck? Why not? We’re doing a rock song, he has a good rock and roll voice.” Oh Princess, just for that you can lick me clean too, do a good job and I might do the same for you.
“Fine, if it gets you to do it, he can have one too.” I don’t need no pity but for the Princess , I’ll take the solo.
*****
They’ve been rehearsing for hours, and sniping for almost as long. Puck finally has to take matters in his own hands and say “Look, Saint James, Hummell and the rest of us don’t have to wear anything we’re not comfortable with.” The look in his eyes is enough to get Jesse to back down and Kurt gets to wear his cardigan, shirt and tie, rather than a sleeveless t-shirt. And if Puck keeps Jesse from checking Kurt out as he changes, so? It doesn’t mean he can’t watch himself. Shit, Princess, make me wish I'd got a hand down your pants sooner. Is that silk? After that, things go fairly smoothly, besides the mess he makes in his briefs (Thank God, they wouldn’t let me go commando in costume) when Kurt sings, and folds his hands in prayer. Fuck, angel, I’m going to take you to heaven. Promise. Soon.
“Okay, that’s good. Let’s call it a night.” Yeah, assehole, Mr. Schue is still the boss, not you. You can gape and glare all you want. I got business to attend to. What the fuck, Chang?
“Here, let me.” Like he’s going to let you carry his bag.
“Why?” See I told you.
“I like you, and we can talk while I walk you to your car.” Like that line’s going to wor…Fuck, Hummel, no!
I’m going to fucking kill Chang. Starting with breaking that arm, yeah I saw that Chang. Those panties are mine to rip, not yours.
Then, Princess, you’re going to learn who’s King
TBC...