A/N: Hey all! I've decided to finally begin uploading my theme for the 31 Days of January on LJ. And since the entire doc. is 37 pages in total, I'm going to break them up. Some pieces have companion stories, which I'll post on the same chapter, and some are a tad shorter, so that will be the same. Most average about 1000 words, so they aren't too horrible a size. If you have any suggestions, please let me know! Enjoy~
Day the First: Satyr's, Siren's, and Sue, oh my!
It was a normal day; sun was shining through the trees, animals and creatures moving about, beginning their days, and the soft crash of the sea provided a constant soundtrack to their lives. It was a normal day, and Puck was running for his life from an angry Sue Sylvester with a pitchfork. And since it was a normal day, he did what he normally did; made a beeline to dear "Porcelain's" cove and hoped like hell he was home because Sue liked him, no matter how hard she verbally bullied him, and there was no way she'd continue the attack in his territory.
And Puck kinda wanted to see him again.
"Hey Kurt! You back? 'Cause I could really use some help with the crazy lady," he yelled, sniggering at Sue's answering roar. Puck spied Kurt's thin, naked form curled into himself atop a small boulder just shy of the water.
"You shouldn't antagonize her like that Puck," Kurt said, shaking his head with a wry smile. "Eventually she'll get you back for it, and you won't like the outcome."
"Psh, like she could ever touch me," Puck scoffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the rock. His tail twitched and he looked closer at Kurt's body. Hunched shoulders, crossed ankles, knees drawn to his chest. Not good. "Hey, what's with the long face?"
Kurt looked vaguely surprised for a second before a weak smile formed on his lips. "You remember Blaine?"
"The hobbit?"
"Puck!" Kurt chastised, gently snacking his chest with the back of a hand, "be nice. He's not a hobbit, just... Vertically challenged."
"You mean he could pass as a dwarf-"
"Anyway, well, I was bringing in a ship, because Brit and I have that competition going, and he was watching." Kurt's face dropped, eyes shifting to a navy blue when the sun slipped behind a cloud and the water darkened. Puck could hear Sue's rampage continuing in the background but his attention remained firmly on the siren. "Well, even though I got the entire crew to shore and wandering further inland, because I refuse to kill them, that's seriously not classy, he said I wasn't sexy. At all."
"Woah, woah, what? Back up, you aren't sexy?" Puck raised a critical eyebrow and made a show of ogling Kurt. The blue-grey skin that made most look washed out actually suited him (mostly because when he came inland he found clothes that complimented it, but the impression stuck) and don't even get him started on those eyes. The way they shifted colour constantly with the sea was weird, but in a totally good way. And his body... "So not true. Dude's have literally fallen to their knees and begged to be with you."
"That was you Puck, and you were joking. Besides, it's not like he was mean about it, and I completely agree-"
Puck hauled Kurt off of the boulder, threw him over his shoulder and carried him towards the cave that Kurt resided in, as well as the big, soft bed he'd put together. Hooves clicked on rock and Kurt offered stuttered out token protests. "Babe, I'm not about to waste time explaining. I'm just gonna show you instead."
He was a Satyr. He could totally pull this off. "FYI, I totes wasn't joking."