30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Twenty-Five
Welcome to Day Twenty-Five of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
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Puck has been writing a song for his composition class for three weeks before he realizes what it's about. He freaks out in one of the basement practice rooms and bending the music stand when he throws it against the wall. This can't be happening to him. Not now. Not after he made it perfectly clear where he stood and even went as far as setting Kurt up with his new boyfriend.
Jesus, he's such an idiot. It's not like this is the first time he's been through this, either. No one seems to remember that while Puck was dating Santana, he set up Finn and Quinn. At the time he thought Quinn was super hot, like a pixie, and that if she stayed single, sooner or later he'd do something stupid and Santana would rip off his junk with her bare hands in revenge.
Crushing on Quinn was one thing. They were in high school and Quinn was a hot girl. Crushing on his (male) college roommate is a whole different story.
Once he's done throwing his fit and bends the music stand back as well as ( ... )
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“You seriously think we need a dude to dress in drag to win?” Puck asked, eyeing Coach Sylvester carefully, because he was already forming an idea, but he probably wouldn’t go through with it if there was seriously no other way ( ... )
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Rachel's grinning at him, leaning her elbows on the back of the couch as the three of them survey Hungover Puck's handiwork.
"Apparently hungover you is super-affectionate." She informs him, as Puck feels every cell in his body blushing crimson.
Beside him, Kurt cocks his head:
"I don't even have pink post-its." He flutters his fingers "I prefer to stick with the classic yellow."
The Hummelberry kitchenette is covered in pink post-it notes. The counters, the fridge, the cupboards, the light fittings. All covered in tiny messages of thanks and gratitude and (Puck wants to stab himself in the face) declarations of undying affection for the owner of the cream cheese container he raided on a craving at seven am this morning.
"I remember... leaving you a note..." Puck explains weakly, reaching ( ... )
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"Are you kidding?" Kurt drawls. "That's more love from a hot guy on a Saturday morning than I've had in a long time. I thought I might relocate them to a collage around my dresser mirror."
Puck bites his lip when his face can't decide whether to scowl or smile at that.
"So who were your guests?" Kurt asks in a quieter voice, combing his fingers through his bangs like he's lost something in there.
"Just some dorks from work." Puck grips tighter at the door-handle.
"Female dorks?"
Puck leans against the door: "What's it to you?"
Kurt mirrors his movement: "Just, y'know; wondered if it was a celebratory breakfast or an apology."
"Puckzilla never needs to apologise." Puck informs him, raising an eyebrow. "And anyways, it was just..." He stutters a bit when Kurt's eyes flick back up to his: "messin' round."
Kurt nods, pulling himself up to standing again.
"Cool. Well. Hot cocoa and slippers tonight, huh? Take a night off from slayin' the ladies ( ... )
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This was super fun to write :), I'm glad you enjoyed!!!
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BEST. LINE. EVER.
Thankyou for not making anything terrible happen!!
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