Big, Gay Firework
Despite what says, this is a hundred-word story written for the wmhs100 community over at LiveJournal. This week's challenge was "Firework," and here's my own interpretation of it. Enjoy!
"Y'know, you're kinda explosively gay," Puck tells Kurt one afternoon, hanging upside-down from a weird cage-chair-thing. "Like… seriously."
"You're as articulate as a gum-snapping tweeny-bopper," Kurt sighs, adds: "You're going to fall."
"Am not," Puck argues, sticking his tongue out. He feels dizzy. "You big, gay firework."
Kurt kicks the back of the chair, watching with sadistic satisfaction as Puck falls with an oomph. "Oh look, you fell."
"Ass," Puck mutters, tripping Kurt as he walks past so he's got an armful of flailing person. He kisses Kurt to shut him up, only to see fireworks behind his lids. Huh.