The Therapist AU - PG-13
It had just been a misstep, a sharp, sudden pain when he rolled his ankle and now Georgia was threatening to pull Puck from the show unless he went through with this lame-ass physical therapy shit. Seriously, just some ice, some elevation, and a few days of watching ESPN Classics and Maury Povitch and his ankle would be as good as new. What could paying for a stupid PT do that Puck couldn't on his own?
But Georgia wouldn't let Puck dance until he got a fucking permission slip from this PT, and how was he gonna get laid if he couldn't impress people with his sick moves and the bulge in his tights? If not one of the girls in the troupe or his understudy, Sebastian, Puck always had fans he could chat up and convince into taking him home for the night.
This whole PT thing was gonna blow. And not in the good way.
When Puck got to this Sue Sylvester's office, there wasn't really a waiting area, just what looked like a lame hotel gym, complete with a Bowflex and that one lonely dude doing rounds. Not wanting to make an ass of himself by barging through the wrong door in an attempt to announce his presence, Puck approached the guy doing leg lifts and asked, "Hey, dude. Do you know where I'm supposed to go?"
The guy turned and he was younger and prettier than Puck had noticed at first. Giving Puck a pitying (but also sort of smug) little smile, he replied, "Sue knows you're here. She wants to see what you'll do, given this equipment to wait on. I suggest working something other than where you're injured. She likes self-starters."
Puck figured it couldnt hurt and this guy's tone said he knew what he was talking about, so Puck shrugged and sat down on the lat press across from the young man, being careful not to jostle his injured ankle. "So what're you in for?" he asked as he adjusted the weight on the machine and tested out his grip on the bar. "Lemme guess - ice dancing injury?"
"Do you always judge a book by its cover?" the guy replied, getting up from his machine and giving his leg a slow stretch.
"I find covers usually tell the whole story," Puck replied, taking a second to check out the guy's perfect ass. "But not ice dancing, huh? Gymnastics?"
"Fucked up my ACL a few months ago," he replied, icy blue stare telling Puck he'd been caught looking, "playing professional soccer. Sue doesn't treat just anyone, you know. In fact," he smiled almost sweetly, but with a feral edge, "I'd be interested in what sport landed you here. Hockey? Baseball?"
"Ballet," Puck replied with one final pull on the bar before letting the weights down and grinning up at his fellow patient. "You're picturing me in the tights now, aren't you?"
"No," he scoffed, but the mottled red blush across his face said otherwise. Maybe physical therapy wasn't going to be so bad.
"Puckerman! You're up!"
On second thought, that was one scary-looking lady beckoning Puck into the back rooms. Christ.
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