30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Seven
Welcome to Day Seven of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
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Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
Puck steps into the bathroom, and almost faceplants tripping over the sopping damp pile of somebody curled up in the middle of the floor.
"Fuck, Hummel?" He slurs, fighting to make his mouth work. He recognises Kurt's crazy post-sex hair poking out from the end of the big purple towel he's draped over himself; one arm sticking out and his fingers curled tightly round the floor rug.
(Not that Puck personally knows what Kurt's post-sex hair looks like; but he knows fine enough that it was fighting with Blainers post-kinkytiemz that ended up with one of them storming downstairs to filch an entire bottle of wine at two-thirty this morning).
Kurt mumbles something unintelligable and tries to curl the towel tighter round himself before his brain kicks in and he realises he's not anywhere near being in a nice, warm fluffy bed.
Puck smirks slowly to himself; oh god he wishes to anything he had his phone with him to record this shiny piece of post- ( ... )
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"What?"
"My bathroom." Puck reminds him langrously. "I need to piss. Why do you think I came in here?"
Kurt looks like he's about to cry. Puck thinks, he really should stop messing with him. Maybe. Sometime.
Kurt turns his head towards the half-open doorway. Somehow, the entire movement is filled with dread.
"...You didn't happen to notice any of my clothes on your travels, did you?"
"Guessin' they're on the floor in Sarah's room."
Kurt narrows his eyes.
"That's where I found your hobbit." Puck explains, and Kurt sighs heavily through his teeth.
"...Any idea what we were yelling about?" He asks, kind of hopelessly.
Puck shrugs: "Sorry dude. Kinda stopped listening when you stopped panting and speaking French in your whore voice."
Kurt tips his head back against the wall, and Puck winces as his skull cracks off the plaster.
"Again: at least you have the towel."
Kurt glowers at him for a long moment; but he seems resigned to his fate. Puck doesn't atually get what ( ... )
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