Fires and Distractions
Title: Fires and Distractions
Characters (Pairings): Puck/Kurt, mention of Burt
Ratings/Warnings: None
Word Count: 316
Summary: Kurt has a song stuck in his head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the song used. If I did own Glee, things would be a bit different.
A/N: I was in the car when this song came on and I felt the need to write a short silly fic. I hope it amuses you.
Song can be heard here. Though I warn you, his hair isn't working for him at all.
{Story Time|
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Here is the story as to how Puck had gotten a burn on his fingers. When people ask him how he'd hurt himself, he mumbles something about 'fire' and 'matches' and 'stupid boyfriends'. This is the part of the story that no one gets to hear.
Kurt was doing his homework, and humming. He idly chewed o the end of his pencil as he thought of the answer to whatever was on his paper. Puck was trying to not stare at Kurt as he ignored his homework and played with a book of matches. After all, fire was his friend. And fire was a good way to not think about the pencil in Kurt's mouth as he hummed. Because if he let his thoughts go in that direction, Puck would want to drop his book of matches and start playing with Kurt instead. Because strip monopoly is never a boring game.
But that humming.
"What are you humming?" Puck asked.
Kurt looked up, "Oh. Sorry. I didn't even know I was humming." he gave a small smile and didn't answer Puck's question.
But it was quiet for a about nine minutes. Then Kurt started humming again.
"What are you humming?" Puck asked again, lighting another match, watching the flames.
"Sorry." Kurt said with a sigh, "Dad was listening to John Mellencamp earlier. I've got one of his songs in my head."
"Well, what song is it?" Puck growled out. He was getting tired of having to ask that question.
"Dance Naked."
I want you to dance naked
If you like, I will join you
I want to enjoy your body
I want to hear all your secrets
I want to know if you like me
As much as I like you
I want to see you dance naked
But only if you want to
Characters (Pairings): Puck/Kurt, mention of Burt
Ratings/Warnings: None
Word Count: 316
Summary: Kurt has a song stuck in his head.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the song used. If I did own Glee, things would be a bit different.
A/N: I was in the car when this song came on and I felt the need to write a short silly fic. I hope it amuses you.
Song can be heard here. Though I warn you, his hair isn't working for him at all.
{Story Time|
Spin it round and round
Spin it round and round and round
Here is the story as to how Puck had gotten a burn on his fingers. When people ask him how he'd hurt himself, he mumbles something about 'fire' and 'matches' and 'stupid boyfriends'. This is the part of the story that no one gets to hear.
Kurt was doing his homework, and humming. He idly chewed o the end of his pencil as he thought of the answer to whatever was on his paper. Puck was trying to not stare at Kurt as he ignored his homework and played with a book of matches. After all, fire was his friend. And fire was a good way to not think about the pencil in Kurt's mouth as he hummed. Because if he let his thoughts go in that direction, Puck would want to drop his book of matches and start playing with Kurt instead. Because strip monopoly is never a boring game.
But that humming.
"What are you humming?" Puck asked.
Kurt looked up, "Oh. Sorry. I didn't even know I was humming." he gave a small smile and didn't answer Puck's question.
But it was quiet for a about nine minutes. Then Kurt started humming again.
"What are you humming?" Puck asked again, lighting another match, watching the flames.
"Sorry." Kurt said with a sigh, "Dad was listening to John Mellencamp earlier. I've got one of his songs in my head."
"Well, what song is it?" Puck growled out. He was getting tired of having to ask that question.
"Dance Naked."
I want you to dance naked
If you like, I will join you
I want to enjoy your body
I want to hear all your secrets
I want to know if you like me
As much as I like you
I want to see you dance naked
But only if you want to