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Once You Go Puck, You Never Go Back (Puck/Mercedes)
Title: Once You Go Puck, You Never Go Back
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1390
Prompt: Glee Fic!Battle: Mercedes/Puck, He walks in on her trying to learn the bootylicious dance from Hairography, Any
Pairing: Puck/Mercedes (primarily Puck->Mercedes); Puck/all canon pairings mentioned
Other: PG for sexual implications, bad language, Puck being Puck. Set post-Hairography, obviously.
Excerpt: He'd never really thought about Mercedes like that before he walked in on her before Glee practice. She was singing to herself, butt in the air, hair flowing, and he had to dry-swallow.
Now, people might have the impression that Puck isn't picky when it comes to his conquests, but this is a total lie. Sure, he has a lot of cougars, but only the hot ones want to hit on him. They want proof that they've still got it, and seducing the poolboy is pretty good proof.
And Santana was hot too, even though she didn't put out. He would have probably broken up with her eventually for that reason, though. A man had needs, after all.
Quinn might have been a mistake, not just because of the baby thing but because she was Finn's girl. But no one could say she wasn't attractive, even after she started gaining weight, especially since her boobs got really huge.
Rachel, well-- you just couldn't argue with the good Lord, right? Even if he really was not sure why God had wanted him to tap that. Or why God thought he could put up with her for more than like, two days without tearing the rest of his hair out. He knew about trials and stuff but this wasn't the ancient world, okay. He wasn't going to go around stuck in a whale or traveling through the desert.
So no one could say that Puck didn't have taste, even if he found himself attracted to someone weird. Really, if you thought about it, it made sense. She had great pipes and a huge ass. Puck was totally an ass man.
He'd never really thought about Mercedes like that before he walked in on her before Glee practice. She was singing to herself, butt in the air, hair flowing, and he had to dry-swallow. And then, after a moment, he recognized what she was doing, though as soon as she heard the door slam (he was a little distracted, okay), she stood up and gave him an irritated look.
"Excuse me, you could have knocked," she said, every inch the diva, and his eyes poured over her, taking in her loose curls, the slight flush in her face, her stellar curves. She was a little bigger than most of the chicks he'd dated, but it wasn't a bad thing, really. More to grab, right? Also, he figured she was a screamer in bed, with a voice like that.
That idea made a lecherous smile cross his face, and she thrust out her hip, resting her hand there and glaring at him in challenge.
"Can I help you, Puckerman?"
"No, but I can help you," he said, his voice smoky. He could see her twitch further in irritation and decided to dial it back a little. He'd sung a song to get Rachel, after all. Some women, you had to work for.
"I mean," he said, trying to sound normal, "you're trying to learn that dance the Jane Adams girls were doing, right? I have it recorded. On my phone." He pulled it out of his pocket and held it up. "I thought it might be a good idea to have a recording of the competition."
He prided himself on the lie, which sounded utterly sincere, like most of his lies. His actual reason for recording it was pretty simple. Hot girls smacking their butts in concert-- who would resist that? Why resist it? He'd watched it a few times when Santana was being a bitch and wouldn't sext with him. For a phone, it had a pretty good video function, and he'd gotten almost the whole thing once he'd realized the opportunity he was getting. Mr. Schue hadn't even noticed.
"Really?" she said, her stance loosening. She drifted over to see and he began flipping through his saved items, occasionally glancing over the screen toward her impressive breasts. She was wearing this clingy blue t-shirt that looked like something Kurt might have picked out for her. For a cocksucker, he had great taste in clothes for girls. Maybe that came with the territory; Puck didn't know and wasn't going to ask.
"Yeah, here," he said, being all gentlemanly and actually giving her the phone so she could watch it by herself, without having to stand too close to him. He knew that his presence often overwhelmed the ladies, after all.
The music was tinny, but she absently shaped the lyrics with her mouth as she followed along. He watched her lips. She looked cute when she was preoccupied.
"Can you send this to me?" she said when she'd played through it once. She turned to rummage through her purse on the piano for her own phone. Puck took the opportunity to step a little closer to her, lowering his voice a little for maximum seductive powers, and purred, "I can do you one better. I downloaded it to my computer and fooled around with the settings a bit to make it better quality. You want to come over and watch it at my house?"
He hadn't, but he figured that he could catch Ryan Colt after second period and promise not to throw AV Club equipment in the dumpster in exchange for getting that done. It wouldn't take a nerd too long to do it, he figured. And the AV Club was his favorite target, after he had to give up tossing Kurt. They cried when he flushed their favorite remote down the toilet. It was hilarious.
"Yeah," Mercedes answered, and then she smiled at him. "That would be really great, Puck. I thought that if I could get it down and teach it to the girls, maybe Mr. Schuester would let us perform it for an assembly or something. It's still cleaner than "Push It" was." She winked.
He chuckled and took his phone back from her, his hand lingering on hers a little longer than necessary. He remembered that performance. He'd thought, God, what a waste it was seeing her looking all seductive at the gayboy. Okay, maybe this wasn't the first time he'd noticed her specific hotness. He wondered if anyone had thought to get a recording of that performance.
"Good idea," he said, and was rewarded with another smile before the rest of the club began to trickle in. Luckily, Kurt wasn't first through the door and Puck casually wandered off to talk to Mike and Matt. He knew that Kurt would be possessive of Mercedes, even if he didn't want to ride her. It was some sort of emotional thing.
But after practice, when Kurt went to link arms with Mercedes and escort her out, Puck interrupted. He wasn't on the football team for nothing, after all; he knew about blocking. He caught her arm and wrapped it around his bicep, flexing just a little bit so she could check out his guns, before turning lazily back to Kurt, who looked like someone had announced a new sale at the mall, but in a bad way. In Bio class, Mr. Peters had been going on about rats and how their eyes did this creepy boggling thing, and Puck wanted to laugh, because Kurt was totally doing it. He'd have to start calling him Ratboy or something.
"Puck is going to help me with a special Glee project, Kurt," Mercedes said, her voice full of honey. She squeezed Puck's arm, just a little, her sharp nails digging into his skin, and Puck thought that he'd totally won this one.
"P-puckerman?" Kurt said, almost stuttering like the Asian chick, and Puck used all of his self-control not to break out in a victory grin, because Mercedes would totally notice.
"Mmhmm. I'll call you later, okay? Later," she said, using her free hand to do that gay "call me" sign, and then she turned to look back up at Puck. Was it his imagination, or were her eyes half-lidded and sexy? It was totally not his imagination.
"Lead the way," she said sweetly, and Puck did.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 1390
Prompt: Glee Fic!Battle: Mercedes/Puck, He walks in on her trying to learn the bootylicious dance from Hairography, Any
Pairing: Puck/Mercedes (primarily Puck->Mercedes); Puck/all canon pairings mentioned
Other: PG for sexual implications, bad language, Puck being Puck. Set post-Hairography, obviously.
Excerpt: He'd never really thought about Mercedes like that before he walked in on her before Glee practice. She was singing to herself, butt in the air, hair flowing, and he had to dry-swallow.
Now, people might have the impression that Puck isn't picky when it comes to his conquests, but this is a total lie. Sure, he has a lot of cougars, but only the hot ones want to hit on him. They want proof that they've still got it, and seducing the poolboy is pretty good proof.
And Santana was hot too, even though she didn't put out. He would have probably broken up with her eventually for that reason, though. A man had needs, after all.
Quinn might have been a mistake, not just because of the baby thing but because she was Finn's girl. But no one could say she wasn't attractive, even after she started gaining weight, especially since her boobs got really huge.
Rachel, well-- you just couldn't argue with the good Lord, right? Even if he really was not sure why God had wanted him to tap that. Or why God thought he could put up with her for more than like, two days without tearing the rest of his hair out. He knew about trials and stuff but this wasn't the ancient world, okay. He wasn't going to go around stuck in a whale or traveling through the desert.
So no one could say that Puck didn't have taste, even if he found himself attracted to someone weird. Really, if you thought about it, it made sense. She had great pipes and a huge ass. Puck was totally an ass man.
He'd never really thought about Mercedes like that before he walked in on her before Glee practice. She was singing to herself, butt in the air, hair flowing, and he had to dry-swallow. And then, after a moment, he recognized what she was doing, though as soon as she heard the door slam (he was a little distracted, okay), she stood up and gave him an irritated look.
"Excuse me, you could have knocked," she said, every inch the diva, and his eyes poured over her, taking in her loose curls, the slight flush in her face, her stellar curves. She was a little bigger than most of the chicks he'd dated, but it wasn't a bad thing, really. More to grab, right? Also, he figured she was a screamer in bed, with a voice like that.
That idea made a lecherous smile cross his face, and she thrust out her hip, resting her hand there and glaring at him in challenge.
"Can I help you, Puckerman?"
"No, but I can help you," he said, his voice smoky. He could see her twitch further in irritation and decided to dial it back a little. He'd sung a song to get Rachel, after all. Some women, you had to work for.
"I mean," he said, trying to sound normal, "you're trying to learn that dance the Jane Adams girls were doing, right? I have it recorded. On my phone." He pulled it out of his pocket and held it up. "I thought it might be a good idea to have a recording of the competition."
He prided himself on the lie, which sounded utterly sincere, like most of his lies. His actual reason for recording it was pretty simple. Hot girls smacking their butts in concert-- who would resist that? Why resist it? He'd watched it a few times when Santana was being a bitch and wouldn't sext with him. For a phone, it had a pretty good video function, and he'd gotten almost the whole thing once he'd realized the opportunity he was getting. Mr. Schue hadn't even noticed.
"Really?" she said, her stance loosening. She drifted over to see and he began flipping through his saved items, occasionally glancing over the screen toward her impressive breasts. She was wearing this clingy blue t-shirt that looked like something Kurt might have picked out for her. For a cocksucker, he had great taste in clothes for girls. Maybe that came with the territory; Puck didn't know and wasn't going to ask.
"Yeah, here," he said, being all gentlemanly and actually giving her the phone so she could watch it by herself, without having to stand too close to him. He knew that his presence often overwhelmed the ladies, after all.
The music was tinny, but she absently shaped the lyrics with her mouth as she followed along. He watched her lips. She looked cute when she was preoccupied.
"Can you send this to me?" she said when she'd played through it once. She turned to rummage through her purse on the piano for her own phone. Puck took the opportunity to step a little closer to her, lowering his voice a little for maximum seductive powers, and purred, "I can do you one better. I downloaded it to my computer and fooled around with the settings a bit to make it better quality. You want to come over and watch it at my house?"
He hadn't, but he figured that he could catch Ryan Colt after second period and promise not to throw AV Club equipment in the dumpster in exchange for getting that done. It wouldn't take a nerd too long to do it, he figured. And the AV Club was his favorite target, after he had to give up tossing Kurt. They cried when he flushed their favorite remote down the toilet. It was hilarious.
"Yeah," Mercedes answered, and then she smiled at him. "That would be really great, Puck. I thought that if I could get it down and teach it to the girls, maybe Mr. Schuester would let us perform it for an assembly or something. It's still cleaner than "Push It" was." She winked.
He chuckled and took his phone back from her, his hand lingering on hers a little longer than necessary. He remembered that performance. He'd thought, God, what a waste it was seeing her looking all seductive at the gayboy. Okay, maybe this wasn't the first time he'd noticed her specific hotness. He wondered if anyone had thought to get a recording of that performance.
"Good idea," he said, and was rewarded with another smile before the rest of the club began to trickle in. Luckily, Kurt wasn't first through the door and Puck casually wandered off to talk to Mike and Matt. He knew that Kurt would be possessive of Mercedes, even if he didn't want to ride her. It was some sort of emotional thing.
But after practice, when Kurt went to link arms with Mercedes and escort her out, Puck interrupted. He wasn't on the football team for nothing, after all; he knew about blocking. He caught her arm and wrapped it around his bicep, flexing just a little bit so she could check out his guns, before turning lazily back to Kurt, who looked like someone had announced a new sale at the mall, but in a bad way. In Bio class, Mr. Peters had been going on about rats and how their eyes did this creepy boggling thing, and Puck wanted to laugh, because Kurt was totally doing it. He'd have to start calling him Ratboy or something.
"Puck is going to help me with a special Glee project, Kurt," Mercedes said, her voice full of honey. She squeezed Puck's arm, just a little, her sharp nails digging into his skin, and Puck thought that he'd totally won this one.
"P-puckerman?" Kurt said, almost stuttering like the Asian chick, and Puck used all of his self-control not to break out in a victory grin, because Mercedes would totally notice.
"Mmhmm. I'll call you later, okay? Later," she said, using her free hand to do that gay "call me" sign, and then she turned to look back up at Puck. Was it his imagination, or were her eyes half-lidded and sexy? It was totally not his imagination.
"Lead the way," she said sweetly, and Puck did.
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I love this fic.
The world needs more Puck/Mercedes.
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It is an interesting pairing; I'm glad I tried it out. |D;
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