Paralyzer – Finger Eleven
Puck had no idea why he was even here. He hated clubs with the intensity of a thousand burning suns.
Oh, right, it was Santana's birthday and she wanted everyone to come to Daddy's newest club.
He really hoped it would be closed in three weeks; this one, like all the rest, really was too pretentious for its own good.
He headed to the bar, intent on getting drinks for himself and the girls.
Then suddenly he wasn't paralyzed, but was struck by the beauty that was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, with an indifferent look for the man that was trying to hit on the beauty.
Puck's eyes met those of the beauty at the bar, and Puck shivered with the intensity of the look.
He quickly moved the bar, the people seemed to part for him, and leaned over so the beauty could hear him, 'I'm imagining a dark lit place.'
Kurt threw back his head and laughed, Puck had no idea if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
'Sorry, Peaches, I've had a better offer,' he gave Peaches a consolatory arm pat before practically dragging Puck out of the bar.
Well I'm not paralyzed but I seem to be struck by you
I wanna make you move because you're standin' still
If your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you