Round One - Prompt: Journalist
Prompt: Journalist
Entry One: The President’s Son
Rating: PG
Warning: No major warnings.
As the 2012 elections approached with Burt Hummel running for re-election against Rod Remington, security around the white house was tighter than usual with all the press and campaigns around DC.
Kurt sat primly in the president’s office as his father paced in front of him, lecturing him about the importance of his safety. About how easy it was to jeopardize the election for them. About…
“And won’t you lose that… that mongrel you refer to as your boyfriend?”
“Dad, it’s Puck. You’ve known him since he was eight and you used to actually like him. He hasn’t changed.”
“Yeah, he has. He became your boyfriend.”
“I’m not breaking up with Puck.”
***
“If dad finds you here, he might have you arrested for trespassing,” Kurt said as he made no move to get up from where he lay, resting his head on Puck’s lap as the other mindlessly played with the strands of his hair.
“I’m not scared. The Humminator acts tough, but he secretly loves having me around.”
“Please don’t call him that.”
“We won’t get caught. All I gotta do is flex my guns and those reporter babes will be too busy swooning to notice anything.”
Kurt made a face of disgust and quickly sat up, nudging Puck’s chest almost painfully. “You should stop sneaking around here.” Puck was about to interrupt him but Kurt didn’t let him. “I don’t care how badass you are with the ladies. There are men reporters too and that journalist from Channel 7 is a lesbian.”
Puck pouted and after a moment of silence uttered, “I’m badass enough to woo a lesbian.” This earned him another smack and Kurt tried getting up, only to get pulled back down onto his boyfriend’s lap. “Fine, fine. But you gotta admit…” Puck smirked as he traced the smooth skin of Kurt’s cheek with his fingers, “the whole getting caught prospect is a total turn on.” And he captured Kurt’s lips in a searing kiss that was returned ten-fold because Kurt couldn’t deny the truthfulness of that statement.
***
Maybe not heeding his dad’s warnings was a mistake after all, Kurt thought as he found himself and Puck surrounded by a mob outside the President’s house. He felt terrible for disobeying and potentially ruining his dad’s career as questions upon questions flew from all directions, leaving him pretty much immobile.
Puck didn’t seem to have much trouble making up some tall-tale lies though.
***
“President Hummel Cares for Well-Being of Underprivileged Teens,” the newspaper headline read with a photo of Puck on the left column. The article contained Puck’s well-developed renditions of how ‘he’s like the dad I never had’ and ‘the Pres got my back and he’s got yours.’
Puck was gloating and Kurt was not amused as Burt scolded them despite secretly feeling touched by Puck’s words.
In the end, Burt Hummel was re-elected and Puck continued sneaking around with the President’s son. And Burt Hummel started disliking him less, slowly but surely.
Entry Two: Super
Warnings: complete bastardization of superhero canon
Snatching his glasses off and rubbing at his face - not that he had a headache, but he was frustrated enough to want to appear that way - Puck groaned. How had the new kid gotten such a good close-up of him at that five alarm fire in uptown? It wasn't even like he'd needed to rescue anyone but a few ancient cats, but Kurt had snapped a picture of him anyway, in his bright blue spandex uniform. Because of him, Puck was sure his mild-mannered, glasses-wearing disguise wasn't going to last for long.
Kurt always got the best pictures of all the superheroes. Well, mostly he took pictures of Spiderman, who was his friend or something, but still. JJ thought the kid could do no wrong, but kept sending Puck's articles back with notes like, "How did you pass the sixth grade? This is worthless!"
Deciding enough was enough and he was going to figure out how in the hell Kurt had been getting his pictures and all those scoops, Puck followed Kurt home from the Daily Bugle offices. It wasn't hard to fly so high that he couldn't be seen from the ground, yet still keep an eye on Kurt. The guy walked five blocks away from work and toward the subway station, but turned off into an alley before he got there. Puck circled overhead, wondering what a prissy, stuck-up dude like Kurt would be doing in an alley of all places. But then, Kurt vaulted up a fire escape and swung onto the roof before pulling on a mask and stripping down to a spandex uniform under his clothes.
How had Puck missed that? He certainly gave everyone in the office a once-over with the old x-ray vision from time to time. He'd never seen this, this Spiderman costume under Kurt's latest fashion "experiment." So either Kurt was brand new at being Spiderman, one of Metropolis' best-known superheroes, or - as suggested by the way he threw out strands of web to catch himself as he swung over midtown - Kurt had always been Spiderman.
"That little cheat!" Puck cried, diving out of the sky. No wonder he'd been able to get so many good pictures of Spiderman! He landed heavily in front of Kurt as he ran across a rooftop, arm extended as he was about to sling another web.
Skidding to a stop, Kurt laughed and Puck thought he might be grinning under the mask. "It took you long enough to figure out, Mr. Puckerman!"
Cheeky little shit wasn't even addressing him as "Superman," but using his secret identity instead! Puck narrowed his eyes. "How long have you known?"
"Since we met!" Kurt replied before blowing Puck a kiss and swinging away, laughter on the air behind him.
Poll Prompt: Journalist
Entry One: The President’s Son
Rating: PG
Warning: No major warnings.
As the 2012 elections approached with Burt Hummel running for re-election against Rod Remington, security around the white house was tighter than usual with all the press and campaigns around DC.
Kurt sat primly in the president’s office as his father paced in front of him, lecturing him about the importance of his safety. About how easy it was to jeopardize the election for them. About…
“And won’t you lose that… that mongrel you refer to as your boyfriend?”
“Dad, it’s Puck. You’ve known him since he was eight and you used to actually like him. He hasn’t changed.”
“Yeah, he has. He became your boyfriend.”
“I’m not breaking up with Puck.”
***
“If dad finds you here, he might have you arrested for trespassing,” Kurt said as he made no move to get up from where he lay, resting his head on Puck’s lap as the other mindlessly played with the strands of his hair.
“I’m not scared. The Humminator acts tough, but he secretly loves having me around.”
“Please don’t call him that.”
“We won’t get caught. All I gotta do is flex my guns and those reporter babes will be too busy swooning to notice anything.”
Kurt made a face of disgust and quickly sat up, nudging Puck’s chest almost painfully. “You should stop sneaking around here.” Puck was about to interrupt him but Kurt didn’t let him. “I don’t care how badass you are with the ladies. There are men reporters too and that journalist from Channel 7 is a lesbian.”
Puck pouted and after a moment of silence uttered, “I’m badass enough to woo a lesbian.” This earned him another smack and Kurt tried getting up, only to get pulled back down onto his boyfriend’s lap. “Fine, fine. But you gotta admit…” Puck smirked as he traced the smooth skin of Kurt’s cheek with his fingers, “the whole getting caught prospect is a total turn on.” And he captured Kurt’s lips in a searing kiss that was returned ten-fold because Kurt couldn’t deny the truthfulness of that statement.
***
Maybe not heeding his dad’s warnings was a mistake after all, Kurt thought as he found himself and Puck surrounded by a mob outside the President’s house. He felt terrible for disobeying and potentially ruining his dad’s career as questions upon questions flew from all directions, leaving him pretty much immobile.
Puck didn’t seem to have much trouble making up some tall-tale lies though.
***
“President Hummel Cares for Well-Being of Underprivileged Teens,” the newspaper headline read with a photo of Puck on the left column. The article contained Puck’s well-developed renditions of how ‘he’s like the dad I never had’ and ‘the Pres got my back and he’s got yours.’
Puck was gloating and Kurt was not amused as Burt scolded them despite secretly feeling touched by Puck’s words.
In the end, Burt Hummel was re-elected and Puck continued sneaking around with the President’s son. And Burt Hummel started disliking him less, slowly but surely.
Entry Two: Super
Warnings: complete bastardization of superhero canon
Snatching his glasses off and rubbing at his face - not that he had a headache, but he was frustrated enough to want to appear that way - Puck groaned. How had the new kid gotten such a good close-up of him at that five alarm fire in uptown? It wasn't even like he'd needed to rescue anyone but a few ancient cats, but Kurt had snapped a picture of him anyway, in his bright blue spandex uniform. Because of him, Puck was sure his mild-mannered, glasses-wearing disguise wasn't going to last for long.
Kurt always got the best pictures of all the superheroes. Well, mostly he took pictures of Spiderman, who was his friend or something, but still. JJ thought the kid could do no wrong, but kept sending Puck's articles back with notes like, "How did you pass the sixth grade? This is worthless!"
Deciding enough was enough and he was going to figure out how in the hell Kurt had been getting his pictures and all those scoops, Puck followed Kurt home from the Daily Bugle offices. It wasn't hard to fly so high that he couldn't be seen from the ground, yet still keep an eye on Kurt. The guy walked five blocks away from work and toward the subway station, but turned off into an alley before he got there. Puck circled overhead, wondering what a prissy, stuck-up dude like Kurt would be doing in an alley of all places. But then, Kurt vaulted up a fire escape and swung onto the roof before pulling on a mask and stripping down to a spandex uniform under his clothes.
How had Puck missed that? He certainly gave everyone in the office a once-over with the old x-ray vision from time to time. He'd never seen this, this Spiderman costume under Kurt's latest fashion "experiment." So either Kurt was brand new at being Spiderman, one of Metropolis' best-known superheroes, or - as suggested by the way he threw out strands of web to catch himself as he swung over midtown - Kurt had always been Spiderman.
"That little cheat!" Puck cried, diving out of the sky. No wonder he'd been able to get so many good pictures of Spiderman! He landed heavily in front of Kurt as he ran across a rooftop, arm extended as he was about to sling another web.
Skidding to a stop, Kurt laughed and Puck thought he might be grinning under the mask. "It took you long enough to figure out, Mr. Puckerman!"
Cheeky little shit wasn't even addressing him as "Superman," but using his secret identity instead! Puck narrowed his eyes. "How long have you known?"
"Since we met!" Kurt replied before blowing Puck a kiss and swinging away, laughter on the air behind him.
Poll Prompt: Journalist