Fic: 'Overcompenpenension'
Title: 'Overcompenpenension'
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Puck, Kurt (pre-slash is you squint a bit)
Rating: PG, for some bad language and homophobic comments on Puck's part.
Word Count: 796
Genre: Angsty fluff (?)
Copyright: I don’t own ‘Glee’ or anything to do with it.; I just have vivid hallucinations.
Summary: Puck doesn't do 'sad'. He can do 'pissed off' or 'stoned' or 'homicidal', but he doesn't do 'sad'. Random drunken angsty fluff.
Author’s Notes: Set just after 'Sectionals' and before 'Hell-O'.
Kurt comes across and plops himself down on the doorstep next to Puck. Puck takes a second to give him that special look he usually reserves for middle school girls who think flashing their braces at him is flirting."The fuck, gaylord?"
Kurt just giggles at him; that disturbing little giggle that sometimes makes Puck have flash images of the aftermath of a high-school massacre.
"Ooh, who can say 'overcompenpenension'?"
It takes Puck a second: overcompensation.
"Hummel, you're fuckin' wasted." Puck replies grouchily.
Kurt just shrugs. Clearly Puck is not the first person to tell him this. Then Puck freezes. The little fairy has his hand on his shoulder.
"What'smatter Noah?" Kurt asks in soothing tones, before Puck has a chance to rip that arm out of it's socket. "You look sad."
Puck doesn't do 'sad'. He can do 'pissed off' or 'stoned' or 'homicidal', but he doesn't do 'sad'.
"I'm not 'sad'." he growls "I wanted fuckin' fresh-air. It's so gay I'm breathing fuckin' glitter in there."
"It's a girl's house, it's meant to be gay." Kurt reminds him sympathetically.
Puck's pretty sure that's not what he meant to say. He sneaks a glance at Hummel's big, sincere eyes and can't help the snort of laughter that escapes his throat.
"Don't you have some epic Beyonce dancey shit to be doing?"
Kurt scrunches up his nose; "'Cedes shaid I should have a lie down before until I can tell my rights from my lefts again."
He looks at Puck for a second, as if acknowledging how ridiculous this is. Then he bursts out laughing. Proper big hysterical laughing like Puck's never heard from him.
Despite himself, Puck feels his frown starting to turn upside down.
"Shit Hummel." he says, as Kurt buries his head in his arms to try and stem the totally undignified waves of giggles flowing out of him "Hope you don't choke like that when you've got a dick down your throat."
Which just sets Kurt off again, and Puck wants to be disgusted but really all he feels is amusement and that same weird kind of fondness he felt at Sectionals. He guesses all the alcohol must be getting to him too.
Eventually Kurt raises his head, eyes wet from laughter-tears, and offers Puck a blinding beam of a smile.
"Think you'll be a pretty great father."
The grin plummets from Puck's face.
"What?"
"Like, you tried so hard, even though Quinn was bein' a total like bitch abou' it."
Puck's so stunned he just stares at the other boy, whose forehead wrinkles as he tries to remember his sentences.
"Like, right now, like when you joined glee... you freakin' hate me but you stopped throwing me in the dumpster and slushies and stuff 'cos we're teamates, right? You try. You try and change."
"I don't change for no-one. I know who the fuck I am."
"You're like my dad." Kurt continues, as if he hasn't heard him "Y'know, he tries. Like, he tries really, really hard. For me and stuff, even when it's..." Kurt's voice trails away a bit. But then he's back again, smile pushing at his cheeks "He knows 'xactly who he is. But he puts me first. You'd do that, for your li'l baby what's-her-name, Drizzle. That's how I know you're gonna be an amazing dad."
Puck really really wants to laugh at him. If he had a handy slushy he would really really want to throw it all over Hummel's designer pants. But for some weird reason, he doesn't .
Kurt gives him another smile and pushes his knee briefly against Puck's own.
"So chipper up cowboy."
"This ain't Brokeback Mountain, Hummel. I ain't no cowboy and I ain't gonna kiss you."
Kurt snorts. "As if I want you to." he pulls a small tube out of his pocket; holds it up between the two of them. "Chapstick, this is Noah Puckerman; Noah Puckerman, this is Chapstick. You should really get re'quainted if Noah Puckerman ever wants to get up on Quinn Fabray again."
"You're such a fuckin' freak." Puck rolls his eyes.
"Made you smile though." Kurt singsongs, and looks especially smug as Puck takes the tube from his fingers.
"Fuckin' glee freak fairy queen gayboy."
"You're welcome Noah. Any time."
He beams again, and Puck has to look away so Kurt doesn't see the echoing smile in his own expression. But after a minute or two Puck settles back against the doorframe, gazing up at the darkening summer sky and doesn't push Kurt away when his head drops sleepily to rest against his shoulder. Puck just plucks a joint out of his pocket and lights it and lets himself have a couple more minutes with the drunken gleek's words before heading back into the chaos.
xxx
Fandom: Glee
Characters/Pairings: Puck, Kurt (pre-slash is you squint a bit)
Rating: PG, for some bad language and homophobic comments on Puck's part.
Word Count: 796
Genre: Angsty fluff (?)
Copyright: I don’t own ‘Glee’ or anything to do with it.; I just have vivid hallucinations.
Summary: Puck doesn't do 'sad'. He can do 'pissed off' or 'stoned' or 'homicidal', but he doesn't do 'sad'. Random drunken angsty fluff.
Author’s Notes: Set just after 'Sectionals' and before 'Hell-O'.
Kurt comes across and plops himself down on the doorstep next to Puck. Puck takes a second to give him that special look he usually reserves for middle school girls who think flashing their braces at him is flirting."The fuck, gaylord?"
Kurt just giggles at him; that disturbing little giggle that sometimes makes Puck have flash images of the aftermath of a high-school massacre.
"Ooh, who can say 'overcompenpenension'?"
It takes Puck a second: overcompensation.
"Hummel, you're fuckin' wasted." Puck replies grouchily.
Kurt just shrugs. Clearly Puck is not the first person to tell him this. Then Puck freezes. The little fairy has his hand on his shoulder.
"What'smatter Noah?" Kurt asks in soothing tones, before Puck has a chance to rip that arm out of it's socket. "You look sad."
Puck doesn't do 'sad'. He can do 'pissed off' or 'stoned' or 'homicidal', but he doesn't do 'sad'.
"I'm not 'sad'." he growls "I wanted fuckin' fresh-air. It's so gay I'm breathing fuckin' glitter in there."
"It's a girl's house, it's meant to be gay." Kurt reminds him sympathetically.
Puck's pretty sure that's not what he meant to say. He sneaks a glance at Hummel's big, sincere eyes and can't help the snort of laughter that escapes his throat.
"Don't you have some epic Beyonce dancey shit to be doing?"
Kurt scrunches up his nose; "'Cedes shaid I should have a lie down before until I can tell my rights from my lefts again."
He looks at Puck for a second, as if acknowledging how ridiculous this is. Then he bursts out laughing. Proper big hysterical laughing like Puck's never heard from him.
Despite himself, Puck feels his frown starting to turn upside down.
"Shit Hummel." he says, as Kurt buries his head in his arms to try and stem the totally undignified waves of giggles flowing out of him "Hope you don't choke like that when you've got a dick down your throat."
Which just sets Kurt off again, and Puck wants to be disgusted but really all he feels is amusement and that same weird kind of fondness he felt at Sectionals. He guesses all the alcohol must be getting to him too.
Eventually Kurt raises his head, eyes wet from laughter-tears, and offers Puck a blinding beam of a smile.
"Think you'll be a pretty great father."
The grin plummets from Puck's face.
"What?"
"Like, you tried so hard, even though Quinn was bein' a total like bitch abou' it."
Puck's so stunned he just stares at the other boy, whose forehead wrinkles as he tries to remember his sentences.
"Like, right now, like when you joined glee... you freakin' hate me but you stopped throwing me in the dumpster and slushies and stuff 'cos we're teamates, right? You try. You try and change."
"I don't change for no-one. I know who the fuck I am."
"You're like my dad." Kurt continues, as if he hasn't heard him "Y'know, he tries. Like, he tries really, really hard. For me and stuff, even when it's..." Kurt's voice trails away a bit. But then he's back again, smile pushing at his cheeks "He knows 'xactly who he is. But he puts me first. You'd do that, for your li'l baby what's-her-name, Drizzle. That's how I know you're gonna be an amazing dad."
Puck really really wants to laugh at him. If he had a handy slushy he would really really want to throw it all over Hummel's designer pants. But for some weird reason, he doesn't .
Kurt gives him another smile and pushes his knee briefly against Puck's own.
"So chipper up cowboy."
"This ain't Brokeback Mountain, Hummel. I ain't no cowboy and I ain't gonna kiss you."
Kurt snorts. "As if I want you to." he pulls a small tube out of his pocket; holds it up between the two of them. "Chapstick, this is Noah Puckerman; Noah Puckerman, this is Chapstick. You should really get re'quainted if Noah Puckerman ever wants to get up on Quinn Fabray again."
"You're such a fuckin' freak." Puck rolls his eyes.
"Made you smile though." Kurt singsongs, and looks especially smug as Puck takes the tube from his fingers.
"Fuckin' glee freak fairy queen gayboy."
"You're welcome Noah. Any time."
He beams again, and Puck has to look away so Kurt doesn't see the echoing smile in his own expression. But after a minute or two Puck settles back against the doorframe, gazing up at the darkening summer sky and doesn't push Kurt away when his head drops sleepily to rest against his shoulder. Puck just plucks a joint out of his pocket and lights it and lets himself have a couple more minutes with the drunken gleek's words before heading back into the chaos.
xxx