Series Title: Tangled Strings and Flimsy Things
Part Title: Confrontation Time
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Ryan & Murphy own Glee, Whedon owns Buffy.
Series Summary: FfA responses using the dominoes challenge.
Part Summary: Can't make me.
FfA Pairing: Kennedy/Noah Puckerman (Glee)
Challenge: The FFA Dominoes Challenge 5646.
Words: 437
A/N: I think I made up the name for the little sister of Puck (or its like one of those fannon things that's been floating around).

Tangled Strings and Flimsy Things


Confrontation Time

"Does it look like you scare me, lezbatron?" Noah 'Puck' Puckerman glared at the chick who ran the dorm next to his house.

Sarah was forever running over here to hang out with the dozen or so girls who lived here. None of them gave him the time of day, but he was cool with that. The teenagers didn't go to McKinley and he didn't care about the ones who hadn't hit puberty or high school yet. But he didn't mesh well with this Kennedy chick.

"That's not very polite," the hot blonde muttered.

"I don't think you should poke the bear," the tall guy blocking his way into the house muttered. Puck wasn't sure if the dude was talking to him or the blonde.

"I'm coming in for my sister, and if you try and stop me, I'm not above hitting a girl," Puck cracked his knuckles.

His sister might annoy the crap out of him, but he wasn't gonna let her out of his sight. Not when his mom was already on the warpath because there was another mouth - potentially two, because he wasn't sure what Quinn was gonna do with their unborn baby yet - living in their house because of him.

"You're under the impression that you actually intimidate me, Puke."

"It's Puck."

"Same difference," Kennedy shrugged. "Sarah's playing with the girls in the backyard, where even your idiotic condom-forgetting self can see plainly. And Rachel Berry isn't any of your concern."

"I'm in Glee with Berry, which makes her my concern," Puck gritted his teeth.

"That's just tacky, panting after a girl while your baby mama is sitting in your house not ten feet away."

Puck lurched toward her when he felt a hand clamp on his shoulder. He half expected it to be the guy on the porch. Instead it was the pretty blonde, her hand digging hard into his shoulder and her eyes going a creepy gold color.

"And he will enter the house of the hunter with peace for faith to come upon them," her eyes blinked back to their normal color and a mechanical looking smile popped onto her face. "Whistler said we should all wait here."

"What crack are y'all smoking?" Puck rubbed at his shoulder, watching the curious looks between the guy and Kennedy.

"Damn, I hate prophecies. And so does my boss," Kennedy stepped back in the doorway, ushering them in. "Get inside and wait for them to get here."

"Who?" Puck and the guy said at the same time.

"Peace and Faith. Who else?" the blonde smiled at them and walked past Kennedy.