Pick Up Lines For Dummies,
Author: emocezi
Title: Pick Up Lines For Dummies
Wordcount: 641
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make a profit from this fiction.
A/N: This was a prompt given to me by aini_authoress. She wanted Puck/Kurt and Post-it's.
Also, this is set in the Question's Verse probably in their second year of high school.
Puck had been on a 'pick up line' kick for the past couple of days. And it was starting to drive Kurt crazy, finding post-it notes on the inside of his locker
You must have a mirror in your pocket cause I can see myself in those jeans
Your legs must be tired, cause you've been running through my mind all day
Does Levi's pay you for wearing those and looking that good?
He'd come to school on Monday, expecting to find yet another cheesy come on taped to the inside of his locker. But to his surprise it was bare, just his mirror and his autographed picture of Adam Lambert. Kurt pursed his lips, refusing to admit that he kind of missed the rather outdated humor.
“That outfit would look great in a crumpled heap next to my bed.” Kurt froze, warm breath on his neck paralyzing him momentarily. He spun, coming face to face with Puck who was smirking in a very predatory manner.
“...” Kurt was speechless, the post-it's were one thing, but this was quite another. Puck took a small step forward and Kurt slammed himself against the locker in an attempt to keep the jock from getting too close. “What are you doing?” It came out in a rush, panic shifting through Kurt's blood as Puck dipped his head a little, breath skimming along Kurt's jaw.
“Hey Hummel.” Kurt swallowed audibly, wondering what the hell had gotten into Puck. “Is it hot in here, or is it just you?”
Kurt could feel his cheeks starting to burn, one of Puck's hands sliding along his hip, hooking his finger into the belt loop and tugging the gleek forward a little, Kurt squeaked and trying to ignore the various stares from the student body.
“Noah...what's gotten into you?” Puck smirked again and Kurt mentally kicked himself for giving the jock that sort of an opening.
“Nothing that can't get into you.” Kurt slapped at Puck's shoulder, trying to push the jock away. Puck didn't budge, his grip on Kurt's hip tightening, crowding closer into the gleeks space. “Your eyes are like the ocean, and I'm always lost at sea.” There was a little sigh from some of the girls that had snuck a little closer in towards the couple.
“Stop it Noah.” Kurts voice was tight, embarrassed by the public show of affection. “I'm going to be late for class.”
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It had taken Kurt quite a few minutes to extract himself from Puck and make his way to class. Puck watched the gleek go, fishing the copy of Pick up Lines for Dummies out of his back pocket and flipping through it, snickering as he made his way to class.
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“Kurt.”
“What?”
“Puck's calling you.” Kurt glanced over, where Puck was making a 'come hither' motion, the smirk on his face would make a nun blush.
“He is not calling me Mercedes, he's is gesturing me.” Kurt crossed his legs, voice taking on a 'ice bitch' quality that he normally used when talking about cheerleaders or jocks.
“Well go see what he wants, dudes creeping me out.” Kurt rolled his eyes, heaving a dramatic sigh and standing.
“What do you want?”
“Hummel, I made you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand.” Puck spoke quietly, voice on the border of obscene. Kurt could feel himself flushing at the thoughts brought on by the jocks words. He knew what Puck's hands were capable of. Strong, sure fingers, wide, calloused palms.
“Puckerman, if you do not stop with these goddamn pick up lines, you will be sleeping in your own room upstairs for the rest of the month.”
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Title: Pick Up Lines For Dummies
Wordcount: 641
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make a profit from this fiction.
A/N: This was a prompt given to me by aini_authoress. She wanted Puck/Kurt and Post-it's.
Also, this is set in the Question's Verse probably in their second year of high school.
Puck had been on a 'pick up line' kick for the past couple of days. And it was starting to drive Kurt crazy, finding post-it notes on the inside of his locker
You must have a mirror in your pocket cause I can see myself in those jeans
Your legs must be tired, cause you've been running through my mind all day
Does Levi's pay you for wearing those and looking that good?
He'd come to school on Monday, expecting to find yet another cheesy come on taped to the inside of his locker. But to his surprise it was bare, just his mirror and his autographed picture of Adam Lambert. Kurt pursed his lips, refusing to admit that he kind of missed the rather outdated humor.
“That outfit would look great in a crumpled heap next to my bed.” Kurt froze, warm breath on his neck paralyzing him momentarily. He spun, coming face to face with Puck who was smirking in a very predatory manner.
“...” Kurt was speechless, the post-it's were one thing, but this was quite another. Puck took a small step forward and Kurt slammed himself against the locker in an attempt to keep the jock from getting too close. “What are you doing?” It came out in a rush, panic shifting through Kurt's blood as Puck dipped his head a little, breath skimming along Kurt's jaw.
“Hey Hummel.” Kurt swallowed audibly, wondering what the hell had gotten into Puck. “Is it hot in here, or is it just you?”
Kurt could feel his cheeks starting to burn, one of Puck's hands sliding along his hip, hooking his finger into the belt loop and tugging the gleek forward a little, Kurt squeaked and trying to ignore the various stares from the student body.
“Noah...what's gotten into you?” Puck smirked again and Kurt mentally kicked himself for giving the jock that sort of an opening.
“Nothing that can't get into you.” Kurt slapped at Puck's shoulder, trying to push the jock away. Puck didn't budge, his grip on Kurt's hip tightening, crowding closer into the gleeks space. “Your eyes are like the ocean, and I'm always lost at sea.” There was a little sigh from some of the girls that had snuck a little closer in towards the couple.
“Stop it Noah.” Kurts voice was tight, embarrassed by the public show of affection. “I'm going to be late for class.”
XxX XxX
It had taken Kurt quite a few minutes to extract himself from Puck and make his way to class. Puck watched the gleek go, fishing the copy of Pick up Lines for Dummies out of his back pocket and flipping through it, snickering as he made his way to class.
XxX XxX
“Kurt.”
“What?”
“Puck's calling you.” Kurt glanced over, where Puck was making a 'come hither' motion, the smirk on his face would make a nun blush.
“He is not calling me Mercedes, he's is gesturing me.” Kurt crossed his legs, voice taking on a 'ice bitch' quality that he normally used when talking about cheerleaders or jocks.
“Well go see what he wants, dudes creeping me out.” Kurt rolled his eyes, heaving a dramatic sigh and standing.
“What do you want?”
“Hummel, I made you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with my whole hand.” Puck spoke quietly, voice on the border of obscene. Kurt could feel himself flushing at the thoughts brought on by the jocks words. He knew what Puck's hands were capable of. Strong, sure fingers, wide, calloused palms.
“Puckerman, if you do not stop with these goddamn pick up lines, you will be sleeping in your own room upstairs for the rest of the month.”
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