Disclaimer: Not mine. I do not own Glee or it's characters. If only...
Notes: A little short one-shot. A little snapshot into Puck's brain. First time writing a Puck focused one so any feedback would be appreciated. I also hope that this isn't too metaphory, but you all are amazing, intelligent people and will get it. Thinking about turning it into a little two-shot with a Kurt POV one as well. Let me know what you guys think. I hope you enjoy!!
Cleaning out the Closet.
Now Noah Puckerman was not what you would call a clean person, in any sense of the word. He was filthy body, mind and soul.
His room was always in a horrific state, and his mother would chastise him until she could see at least a square of his carpet. When he cleaned (which was hardly ever) the items on the floor would be shoved deeply into his closet, festering and waiting until the next load of dirty gym socks and t-shirts were shoved into it.
His filthy mind was much like his room. All the messy and filthy thoughts were shoved into a little closet in his mind, where he would revisit them only to welcome new thoughts in, adding to the pile. Lately, Puck's dirty thoughts were lingering on a certain person.
Kurt Hummel.
Now Puck wasn't one to let hotness go to waste (he should know, he was pretty damn hot) but he couldn't help that every time one of those thoughts entered his head he would shove it deeply into his mental closet. Every time he found his gaze lingering a little too long on Kurt's ass, or thinking about the way his lips would taste (cherry or peaches?), or waking up with an uncomfortable "problem" after having a dream seeing if he could really make him hit that high F; Puck would scold himself and repress the thoughts like the socks his mom told him to get off the floor. It was tiring and Puck began to curse his dirty habits.
One day when his mother was shouting at him to clean his room, she was surprised to see he'd complied. Puck was sick of the mess. The smell was becoming unbearable and he could no longer think over the stench of dried sweat and discarded food remnants. So he opened up his windows and began to sort the laundry from the garbage.
Whilst deciding whether or not his ripped, heavily grass-stained football pants were worth washing or discarding, Puck began to sort through his dirty thoughts along with his dirty clothes. He thought about the way he frequently would find himself staring at Kurt during glee practice, wondering what was going on inside his head. He thought about how every time Kurt came to school wearing a new bold outfit paired with attitude to match, it would make his mind go to the dirtiest places amongst all the other not-so-pristine thoughts he had about the boy. This simply wouldn't do. He was finding it harder, day-by-day, to function like a normal human being, like the filthy stud he used to be, thriving in the mess and using it to his advantage.
Then, the only thing left in Puck's room to clean was his closet. It sat there, taunting him, with a mess full of repressed and neglected items gathered over the many years he had been storing them. Puck stared down the piece of furniture as he prepared himself for the step he was about to take, and what it would mean to finally let all the dirty laundry air. Sure, it would stink a bit, and it probably would be unpleasant to begin with but eventually, it would all air out. So Puck opened the doors and ventured forward into all the mess and did what had been waiting to be done over the past few months.
He cleaned out his closet.