30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles Day Twenty-Seven
Welcome to Day Twenty-Seven of 30 Days of Puckurt Drabbles in June: 2012 Edition!
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
Here be the rules; don't forget to include a rating if the piece is rated higher than PG.
"It's like ten o'clock, Coach said nine-thirty!" Finn's complaining, shouting over the sound of rain thundering down around him.
Puck knows it's thundering 'cos he's watching it from the other side of his window, content in cozy, musty-smelling hole of his bedroom. He actually has the window openened, y'know, for the fresh air; for the sound of the rain battering against the sidewalk. But he's not fool enough to actually go out there. Freakin' monsoon conditions, man.
He says as much to Finn, who just sighs irritably.
"Coach said come rain or shine." He repeats plaintively, and Puck can hear the sound of the rest of the team behind him, yelling passes to each other through the downpour; the unmistakable sound of 200 pounds of muscle slip-sliding like hippos in the muck, crashing face-first into the goal-line.
Yeah. Not so much.
"Dude, you can do without me for one practice." Puck grates, rolling his eyes. "I told you, I feel like shit: think it's that nasty ( ... )
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