Author's Note: In case you weren't aware, there is a Quartie ficathon going on and, yes, this is written for that.
Based on the prompt: ninjas, pirates, glitter, mirror, sweater
Pirates vs. Ninjas
It was the epic question, one that people everywhere had debated, discussions often becoming arguments that ended friendships.
"Okay," said Puck, eyes traveling around the small group of students who were gathered in a circle at what Rachel called her "small and intimate" birthday gathering. He didn't say anything for a moment more, allowing the environment in the room to grow somewhat tense as they anticipated what words he would pose to them. Taking a breath, he gave utterance to that epic question. "Who could win in a battle? Pirates or Ninjas?"
The room erupted in a chorus of voices, all stating their opinions.
"Ninjas," stated Rachel. "They are far more disciplined than pirates."
"Berry's right," Puck grinned, slinging an arm around his girlfriend.
"Yeah," agreed Mike. "Plus, they wear all black and are like…hard to see."
Rolling her eyes, Santana pushed her friend, laughing. "That's not why they'd beat the pirates. They'd beat them because they know how to kung fu fight."
"Fast as lightning," he shot back, a huge smile on his face.
"Yup," she chuckled.
Gazing at their friends, Quinn and Artie both raised an eyebrow. "Pirates!" they exclaimed at the same time.
"They fight dirty," Quinn explained.
"And have no restraints on what they will or will not do," Artie added, nodding.
The other four booed them and, as if to further affirm their point, Rachel took some of the glitter they had been using earlier to make a collage on her mirror, a supposedly fun idea that Rachel had found in a magazine, and threw it at them. They multi colored fairy dust sprinkled down upon them, finding homes in their hair, on their clothes and, in Quinn's case, down her low cut top.
"RACHEL!" they yelled in unison.
The birthday girl only giggled, flicking more at them. The other three doubled over in laughter, clutching their sides.
"You look like the children of Tinkerbell," Santana quipped, wiping her eyes.
"Shut up!" Quinn cried, standing to her feet. "It went down my shirt!"
While pulling himself off the ground into his chair, Artie thought about what Quinn had just declared, turning a light shade of red, then practically shouted, "And it got all over my sweater! It's going to take weeks to wash out!"
They both exited the room, pretending to be huffy, but once in the hall, door closed, they burst into quiet laughter. After several minutes, in which they tried to compose themselves, Quinn leaned over and whispered in Artie's ear,
"Pirates totally."
Shivering at the touch of her breath against his ear, he blinked. "Yes. Totally." Clearing his throat, he rested his head against the back of his chair so that he could look into her eyes. "Uh…"
Staring at him, she didn't move for what felt like forever and for just an instant, she contemplated kissing him. The moment passed, however, and she was straightening herself. "Dramatic re-entrance?" she suggested, gesturing to the door.
Shaking his head and watching the glitter fall out of his hair, Artie grinned up at her. "It would be the only way."
Perching on his knee, his hands on her waist, they readied themselves. Then, kicking the door in, then rolled purposefully back into the room, screaming, "PIRATES!"