So this is my tribute to Puck's mohawk and Kurt's homosexuality. I literally screamed for an hour when I saw the promo for the next episode. I decided to get this story in before Tuesday.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. I also apologize for anything offensive, it's mostly Puck's doing.
Here's bringing you to the story!
Puck walks down the hall and sneers to himself as his eyes land on Kurt. The diva-licious boy—and he uses that term loosely—is, as always, wearing a ridiculously girly outfit. This one sparkles. And what's worse, the gay kid's looking at Finn again. Not the normal, "I see you," looking, but the, "Oh, I wish Finn Hudson would confess to me at this very moment" kind of looking that only girls should be able to do.
And that's when he does a double-take, because now that he's closer to the little fairy, he can see that it's totally not a look of romantic longing. He doesn't really know what specific emotion it's called, but it's like the face Quinn used to make—before the whole baby thing—when he would say, "Wanna make out?" and she would answer, "God, Puck, go fuck a tree."
So Kurt's prissy expression makes Puck look back at Finn, whom he now realizes is looking at Rachel. Yes, one less person is in love with Finn. And he smirks. So what if he gets a kick out of watching his ex-best friend fall from golden boy status? But more importantly, sexing Kurt Hummel just became less of a challenge.
With the past three paragraphs going through Puck's easily-distracted mind within seven seconds, he had closed the distance between himself and Kurt. When he is right in front of the other boy, he pleasantly states, "Faggot," and changes his gait to a swagger that he knew would make Kurt appreciate his ass.
Making his way to a group of cheerleaders, he feels contented at the fact that within the month, his favorite soprano was going to be in his bed.
At the sound of the offensive word, Kurt glares at Puck's retreating form before allowing himself a glance at that fine derriere. So very fine…
Kurt hates himself for it, but he's actually extremely attracted to the taller teen. He thinks it's the bad boy image that's got him hooked, especially after liking sweet Finn for so long. There's just something about Puck's rough speech, delicious muscles, and obnoxious strip of hair that gets his blood pumping.
His thoughts linger on the mohawk. Sometimes Kurt thinks about just touching it, feeling it. And sometimes he fantasizes about grabbing it while pulling Puck in for a kiss. Right now, though? He wants to shave it off, the jackass currently being his typical bastard self and hitting on anything with boobs.
But then Puck looks up from his conversation, and, for a second, Kurt swears the jock winks at him.
He quickly dismisses the notion—damn Mohawk and his excessive sexiness—and shifts the weight of the bag on his shoulder before strutting off.