Sep 22, 2011 23:20
Puck didn't know a damn thing about interior decorating.
Like, at all. He'd come back to the hut one day and everything was different. Kurt had called it minimalism, and had said something about Asian-influences, but all Puck saw was a lot of bamboo and green. Everything was neat and put away, and the place actually looked bigger somehow, and he really couldn't come up with a reason to be pissed. Maybe all that feng shui crap was lame, and he didn't understand how a place could have flow when it was all standing still, but whatever.
It was kind of weird how not weird it was to have Kurt living in his hut. They had separate rooms and everything, but it's not like he felt like the guy was constantly trying to catch a peek at his junk, which made him feel like a pretty huge dick for all the years he and the other guys had been uncomfortable sharing a locker room with him. He had a roommate, who happened to be into dudes, but he was also a giant, lame virgin, who stuck his fingers in his ears at the very mention of sex. There wasn't much worry Puck was going to have to listen to gay sex noises coming from Kurt's room any time soon.
And when that did happen, Puck would just deal, 'cause one of the first rules of being bros is that you don't cockblock each other. Ever. That shit is just rude.
Still, Kurt was like, a lot of energy all balled up into one skinny little dude, and even though they weren't spending like, every minute together, sometimes Puck needed a break from all the showtunes and fashion. Times like this, he kind of missed Finn a lot, 'cause even if they weren't best pals lately, they'd been besties forever, when they weren't letting girls get in between them. Worst of all, he missed the team, even though a lot of them had been major douchebags. He missed the games, and he missed Coach Beiste, and he missed having a reason to keep his rock hard abs, that didn't have to do with a stripper pole.
Weird.
So, he'd found a football abandoned at the rec center, and he'd wandered toward the field out behind the Compound, 'cause he'd heard some guys had used it as a football field, once. It was muddy, and there were cows, but he could see where they'd put some benches, and there were still some markers in the grass, where the yards had been. With a sigh, Puck tossed the ball in the air and caught it... oblivious to the guy crouched in the bushes with a digital camera.
Abed had followed him all the way from the big waterfall. It was kind of lucky that Noah Puckerman was perpetually wrapped up in himself, because Abed hadn't even had to try that hard to stay hidden.
"A Gleek out of his natural habitat," Abed murmured for the camera, zooming in to get a poignant flicker of emotion on Puck's face.
[[Find them in the pasture/Taylor Field, in the late afternoon. Tag one or the other, just put it in the tag somewhere, but know that Abed might make brief appearances in Puck threads. ST/LT always welcome. Open to all, 'til I cry Uncle. Closed to new toplevels, unless I've spoken to you directly.]]
annie edison,
santana lopez,
kate gregson,
kurt hummel,
abed nadir,
noah puckerman,
sarah connor,
lisbeth salander,
james cook