The football team made fun of Puck for weeks. Kept calling him Heath Ledger and shouting, “I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU!” whenever he walked into a room. He was unsure of how the other guys on the team and the glee club were escaping the treatment, but Finn kept saying karma and then stealing Puck’s slushie. Either way it was really, really aggravating. He’d only seen Brokeback Mountain the one time and he didn’t remember any of it, so at least he could point out they knew it better than he did. But it was small comfort when the entire defensive line made kissy noises when he passed, he thought he might kill someone.
Kurt was staring at the parade, frozen at his locker, trying to hide a smile. Puck looked back at him, stone-faced. Their tight end was singing, “Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Gay with Each Other,” and the irony was not lost on Puck. Puck the master of schoolyard taunting knew he couldn’t say quit it or they’d only get worse. The silent treatment hadn’t been working, so he’d have to up the ante. As they walked past Kurt he had an idea.
Awkwardly turning to face the other boy, he hooked a hand around Kurt’s waist and thrust him gently back into the locker, swooping in for a kiss over Kurt’s wide red mouth. Kurt struggled in surprise for a moment, but when Puck pressed more of his body into him, Kurt moaned and sagged back against the locker. It was Kurt’s first kiss. Puck could tell and he swept their tongues together, raising a hand to cup Kurt’s jaw. Kurt made that sound again, the one that made heat flare up Puck’s spine, and raised up on his tiptoes to push further into it. Okay, this was getting a little too real. Puck smiled, appreciating Kurt’s interest, and broke away.
He looked back at the football team who’d been watching him make out with another guy and blinked. “Oh, you’re still here?” They stared at him, mouth open. “Well, you kept going on about it, so I thought I’d try it.”
Kurt was staring at him in confusion and Puck shrugged his shoulders. He knew what he should say. That it was terrible. That was how he’d get the team back, imply they’d all been fucking each other and liking it, while he, Puck, the lone and pure hetero had better things to do. But the look on Kurt’s face. He’d seen it a million times, but not after sticking his tongue in someone’s mouth. He tightened his hand around Kurt’s hip and said, “This one needs practice.” And then he pulled away completely and walked off down the hall. Kurt looked like he wanted to murder him, but Puck could take that. He really didn’t think he could stand betrayed.
Glee: Brokeback The Musical
Kurt was staring at the parade, frozen at his locker, trying to hide a smile. Puck looked back at him, stone-faced. Their tight end was singing, “Cowboys are Frequently Secretly Gay with Each Other,” and the irony was not lost on Puck. Puck the master of schoolyard taunting knew he couldn’t say quit it or they’d only get worse. The silent treatment hadn’t been working, so he’d have to up the ante. As they walked past Kurt he had an idea.
Awkwardly turning to face the other boy, he hooked a hand around Kurt’s waist and thrust him gently back into the locker, swooping in for a kiss over Kurt’s wide red mouth. Kurt struggled in surprise for a moment, but when Puck pressed more of his body into him, Kurt moaned and sagged back against the locker. It was Kurt’s first kiss. Puck could tell and he swept their tongues together, raising a hand to cup Kurt’s jaw. Kurt made that sound again, the one that made heat flare up Puck’s spine, and raised up on his tiptoes to push further into it. Okay, this was getting a little too real. Puck smiled, appreciating Kurt’s interest, and broke away.
He looked back at the football team who’d been watching him make out with another guy and blinked. “Oh, you’re still here?” They stared at him, mouth open. “Well, you kept going on about it, so I thought I’d try it.”
Kurt was staring at him in confusion and Puck shrugged his shoulders. He knew what he should say. That it was terrible. That was how he’d get the team back, imply they’d all been fucking each other and liking it, while he, Puck, the lone and pure hetero had better things to do. But the look on Kurt’s face. He’d seen it a million times, but not after sticking his tongue in someone’s mouth. He tightened his hand around Kurt’s hip and said, “This one needs practice.” And then he pulled away completely and walked off down the hall. Kurt looked like he wanted to murder him, but Puck could take that. He really didn’t think he could stand betrayed.