25 days of Glee-mas
It's that time again... though this one kind of took a tangent. ^^;;
Title: Two silly boys
Fandom: Glee
Word Count: 253
Rating: PP for Prescient Puck
“Hey, Finn!”
Finn glanced back over his shoulder as Puck approached. “Hey.”
“You’re headed to practice, right?” Puck asked, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
“Yeah…” Finn stopped walking, looking as though he were puzzling something out. “Hey, Puck.”
“Yeah?”
“…it’s December, right?”
“Yeah…?”
“And… we only won one football game this year.”
Puck stopped, and turned to face him. “What’s your point, Finn?”
“…why do we still have practice?”
“What?” Puck asked, starting to sound irritated.
“And… why are we not wearing winter coats? Doesn’t it seem like, I don’t know… unseasonably warm, for December in Ohio?”
“Dude.” Puck put his hands on both of Finn’s shoulders. “Did you ever hear of global warming?” Shaking his head at Finn’s apparent idiocy, he turned and headed down the hall again.
At least, until Finn’s voice echoed after him. “…did you ever notice how it only rains when one of us is sad?”
“Listen,” Puck said, whirling around and striding back down the hall towards Finn. “Don’t think too hard about this. It’s really not good for your mental health.” Lowering his voice, he said, “And don’t ask too many questions. Don’t you know how good we have it?”
“Sorry,” Finn said, putting his hands up defensively. “Forget I said anything.”
Puck nodded, and turned to head back down the hall. He wasn’t about to let Finn put them on the ‘warning’ list with his comments about the Hollywood weather. Their show, after all, was on Fox-and Fox had canceled series for less.
Title: Two silly boys
Fandom: Glee
Word Count: 253
Rating: PP for Prescient Puck
“Hey, Finn!”
Finn glanced back over his shoulder as Puck approached. “Hey.”
“You’re headed to practice, right?” Puck asked, clapping his friend on the shoulder.
“Yeah…” Finn stopped walking, looking as though he were puzzling something out. “Hey, Puck.”
“Yeah?”
“…it’s December, right?”
“Yeah…?”
“And… we only won one football game this year.”
Puck stopped, and turned to face him. “What’s your point, Finn?”
“…why do we still have practice?”
“What?” Puck asked, starting to sound irritated.
“And… why are we not wearing winter coats? Doesn’t it seem like, I don’t know… unseasonably warm, for December in Ohio?”
“Dude.” Puck put his hands on both of Finn’s shoulders. “Did you ever hear of global warming?” Shaking his head at Finn’s apparent idiocy, he turned and headed down the hall again.
At least, until Finn’s voice echoed after him. “…did you ever notice how it only rains when one of us is sad?”
“Listen,” Puck said, whirling around and striding back down the hall towards Finn. “Don’t think too hard about this. It’s really not good for your mental health.” Lowering his voice, he said, “And don’t ask too many questions. Don’t you know how good we have it?”
“Sorry,” Finn said, putting his hands up defensively. “Forget I said anything.”
Puck nodded, and turned to head back down the hall. He wasn’t about to let Finn put them on the ‘warning’ list with his comments about the Hollywood weather. Their show, after all, was on Fox-and Fox had canceled series for less.