Just a little drabble for a request on Tumblr, nothing more.
Cake Batter
"Shit, Shit!" I muttered under my breath, running around the kitchen. I had overslept by an entire freaking hour, which wouldn't usually faze me, but today was different. It's Sam's birthday, and I made a promise to myself that he would do something special for him today, no matter how much he said he didn't want anything. I invited all the gleeks over for a surprise party at 12:30, and told Sam to come over at 12:45. It was 12:20 already. And here I am, running around his kitchen, trying to make this damn cake. I finally found the electric mixer, and put it on full blast, which was NOT smart, because now I have cake batter all over myself. Ugh, whatever, I'll take care of it later. I slam the cake pan into the oven, and set the timer. I just start to wash my hands, when I hear the door slam closed. jerking backwards, I see Sam staring at me in confusion and…anger? Is that anger? Please don't make it anger..
"Uh, babe, you're ear-" Is all that gets out of my mouth before his finger traces down my cheek. The look of confusion is gone, replaced with amusement, but there was still that other look, I still can't place it. He pulls his finger back, and the end is covered in batter. I'm still shocked into silence, which makes his amusement grow.
"You", he laughs "Have got batter, everywhere", before pressing his finger to his lips, the gleam in his eyes growing. Well damn. he takes his finger out and follows another path of batter down my chest. I can't just sit like this, I grab him and smash our lips together, tasting the sweet batter on his lips. He groans into the kiss and I turn around and push his back to a wall, ripping our shirts off then kissing down his neck, feeling him writhe under me, my hands gripping at his waist, his around my back.
"Let me give you an early present", I whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver under me. My hands were just finishing with his zipper, sliding down the waistband of his boxers, when the doorbell rang, causing him to us to jump, then him to wriggle free and run to check who it is, leaving me VERY frustrated.
"Puck, why is everyone at the door?", he asks, panicked, his pants still at his knees. Oh, Damnit, thats right, the party. Looks like I've got some explaining to do, and I should probably go put a shirt on.
So? What'd you guys think? I was considering doing more in this universe. Yes? No?
