Disclaimer: I don't own either One Tree Hill or Glee.
Pairing: Puck and Peyton
Rating: Strong T
Warnings: Slight innuendo from Puck. Hello it's Puck enough said.
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You've got fashion and style
I'm lovin' your smile and
The way you get down
I can't see no one else
It's you by yourself
In spite of the crowd
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The first time he saw her walking down the hallway, only three words came to mind: Sex on Legs.
Seriously, the girl was all blonde curls, legs and attitude–giving that whole don't mess with me vibe as she strutted down the hallways–that had every guy in the vicinity salivating. So, you really couldn't really blame him for wanting her. For wanting those long legs wrapped around him, for wanting to sex her until she begged for mercy. It was only natural, he was a hot blooded, teenage boy with needs and his needs consisted of bedding the untouchable blonde.
Puck's plan of action was simple, get a taste of the blonde before any of the other losers did. Just lay on the charm and make her, his … for a night or two, but then Peyton wasn't easy. In fact the girl was downright cold and an even big mystery than he would have liked. In other words: insanely hard to get.
Every guy –including him–had watched Darren try and then crash and burn in a matter of seconds. Seriously, the guy had barely opened his mouth before the blonde told him straight-up no. As much as it was only one word every guy and girl could read the no way in hell hidden in that negative two letter word.
Next was Karofsky thinking he was the man, and could melt the resident Ice Queen.
What a joke!
If anything, the guy only managed to get frost bite rather than even getting close to melting the cold girl's heart. In fact, Karofsky's let-down was probably the most emasculating yet. Since the blonde just stood there as he dropped a lame as line, seriously, just stared at him until he tucked tail and ran. Moron also had the bright idea to douse her in slushy the following week, to build back his bruised ego and quail some of the humiliation, but all that served to do was get himself even more emasculated.
To be honest, Karofsky's take-down was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. Peyton, still dripping in slushy sauntered over to him and Mike, plucking a slushie from Mike's limp hand before going after Karofsky. Literally tracked the guy down, called his name out loud enough for the whole hall to hear, before throwing the slushie viciously at the guy's face. Once again the idiot tried stepping up to her and intimidating her by his size and height, along with prized lackey Azimio, but the blonde just stared him down with those olive green orbs of hers, telling him to bring it. Intimidated was the last thing she was by the guys imposing suture, in fact she stepped up and dared him to do something, because she was ready to dish out something ten times worse for whatever his pea brain could conjure up.
Hot as all hell.
Sure Karofsky tried something, which was egging her car, a classic; a black Comet. Dude either had no pride had a death wish in Puck's unbiased opinion.
For one Santana –who'd somehow bonded with the blonde over her public take down of the hockey player–did something or said something that scared the living crap out of Karofsky that had him backing off completely. Heck, the guy paid for a new paint job, and detailing on top of that.
Even now he really didn't know what the Latina had on the bastard, but it had to be big if it got him to back up that fast and easy.
What he wouldn't do to get that information, and he did try getting it.
Yes, he rocked Santana's world for a whole bloody weekend till she could barely walk, but the bitch didn't let go of a stitch. The only thing he got for his trouble was a warning to stay away from Peyton.
Of course her warning was not heard. Are you kidding him? No-one told the Puckerone what to do (expect his mother).
He still wanted that blonde, even more now that she was a sure-as-hell badass, who frigging owned the hall with respect alone. No one feared her, because she didn't go out of her way to bully anyone. Peyton didn't even bother with Karofsky, just went on with her life, still holding title of Ice Queen.
Seriously, that shit was epic.
All the others guys wondered why he hadn't made his move on the blonde yet, when they'd all seen him drinking her up with his eyes like a man dying of thirst. Heck, they'd all watched an intense stare match –war – between them with bated breath and were all shocked when Puck won.
Please, like it was going to go any other way.
He was a frigging stud. A stud that was going to get the most cold and frigid girl in school to scream his name like it was her only salvation.
He was just taking his time.
tbc?
A/N: The lyrics are from Addiction by Ryan Leslie. Should I continue?