Hey, gentle readers! Okay, bear with me. I've literally only seen the five episodes that are currently available on Hulu and I've never written for this fandom before, so go easy on, me? Okay?
Everything's open to interpretation.
Enjoy.
She's blood, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone
She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound
Whenever she stepped into the room his gaze just snapped straight to her. She would acknowledge him with a gentle nod of her head, maybe, just the tip of her chin dipping, but more often than not it was just her eyes that would bore right into him. They seared him. He would slump in his chair, blood boiling from her mere glance, lips parting in a slight involuntary huff. Sometimes she would sit next to him, more often than not she would sit in a chair on the level below him. She would feel his gaze on the back of her head the whole time.
"So, Puck, what have you brought us this week?" Mr. Shue asked.
Puck swallowed nervously and passed for the day. There was a song in his head, but with Finn and Rachel and Quinn, he definitely couldn't sing it. She wouldn't let him.
"Nothin', Mr. Shue," he replied, and he tried not to let the searing disappointment that flickered from the Spanish teacher's eyes wrench him too hard.
She comes to speak to me
I freeze immediately
He feels her slender hand drawing up under his shirt. God, that touch, his skin is boiling, and there she is again with her smirk. She always knows more than she's letting on and god damnit he's being manipulated—there's no control—but he can't feel, can't think, just let it happen. Just let her take him. He's never been taken before, by no one, no one fucks with Puck, but she's got him wrapped right around her finger. She giggles and he wraps his arms around and down and they bump together hesitantly but Quinn is still in charge. And Puck knows it.
Cause she's so high
High above me—she's so lovely
And then when he's finally singing Tal Bachman's song, and her eyes are looking right into his and even Kurt is gaping from the heartfelt tones pouring from Puck's mouth, he knows. He knows that he doesn't even care. She's got him. He belongs to her.
"You're so high—like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc, or Aphrodite—and you're so high above me. You're so lovely."