Blaine/Puck drabble...
I need to stop filling these things! How do I make myself stop???
Written for the Glee 1-Sentence Meme. My prompt was: "Blaine in a girl's Cheerio's uniform." Warning: Ridiculously OOC Blaine. This was basically just an excuse for me to write slutty!cheerleader!Blaine.
"Hey, Puckerman." The voice is a low, teasing whisper; almost a challenge.
Puck shuts the door of his locker and turns around. The sight before him nearly makes him drop his football helmet in shock. It's the new transfer kid, Blaine Anderson. And he's wearing a Cheerio's uniform. And not the still-sinfully-hot male version of the uniform Kurt had worn last year. No. This is a girl's uniform.
It's as though his eyes are magnetized to the boy in front of him; Puck finds himself utterly unable to look away. He can't help it. It's like - he's seen this uniform up close and personal on too many girls to count - and now his mind can't help but drink in the image before him, taking in both the similarities and the differences.
The bare, exposed arms are undeniably masculine. The material of the tank top is stretched taut, just barely hinting at the well-defined musculature beneath. Instead of the slight outward-flare of hips he's used to seeing, Blaine's narrow waist and hips are accentuated by the elastic waistband of the skirt. The pleats of the skirt swish teasingly around toned, tanned thigh muscles and from across the room Puck can just make out the dark wisps of hair on the bare legs visible below the hemline. Blaine leans against the door-frame, a smirk in his eyes, and as he does so, the sharp interplay of muscles in his calves makes Puck's breath catch in his throat.
"Like what you see?"
Puck swallows heavily. "Maybe," he says, attempting to keep his voice from betraying him.
"Well, then, it may just be your lucky day. Word on the street is that you have pull with Coach Sylvester."
Puck's eyes narrow. "Depends. Who wants to know?"
Blaine takes a few steps forward and Puck has to will himself not to either run away screaming or bend him over the locker room bench.
The boy's gaze is steady as he speaks to Puck, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I'm looking to become Head Cheerio, Puckerman, and I'm willing to prove myself. As you'll see in about.." He cocks his head to the side coquettishly. "...three minutes or so, I have the following qualities to recommend me."
With each word, he takes another slow, sultry step toward Puck: "Speed. Strength. Stamina. Enthusiasm." He smiles. "All the skills necessary to hold the position. In fact," says Blaine, locking eyes with Puck and smiling wickedly, "I think you'll soon find that I can hold any position. For as long as you need me to."
Puck's mouth is unbearably dry. "You, uh..." He clears his throat. "You aren't just making up an excuse to get into my pants, are you, new kid?"
Blaine's eyes light up with mirth at this suggestion. "Oh, Puck," he says with a low laugh. "If I'd wanted you for that, I'd have had you eating out of the palm of my exceptionally talented hand long before now. So no. This is just a means to an end."
Blaine is standing directly in front of Puck now. He reaches out to undo Puck's belt buckle and Puck bites back a low groan.
"I have plans, Puckerman. Big plans. And I'll gladly fuck - or fuck over - whoever's in my way."
He eases down Puck's zipper and drops to his knees.
"One way or another," whispers Blaine, so quietly that Puck can barely catch the words, "I'm getting to the top of that pyramid."
Written for the Glee 1-Sentence Meme. My prompt was: "Blaine in a girl's Cheerio's uniform." Warning: Ridiculously OOC Blaine. This was basically just an excuse for me to write slutty!cheerleader!Blaine.
"Hey, Puckerman." The voice is a low, teasing whisper; almost a challenge.
Puck shuts the door of his locker and turns around. The sight before him nearly makes him drop his football helmet in shock. It's the new transfer kid, Blaine Anderson. And he's wearing a Cheerio's uniform. And not the still-sinfully-hot male version of the uniform Kurt had worn last year. No. This is a girl's uniform.
It's as though his eyes are magnetized to the boy in front of him; Puck finds himself utterly unable to look away. He can't help it. It's like - he's seen this uniform up close and personal on too many girls to count - and now his mind can't help but drink in the image before him, taking in both the similarities and the differences.
The bare, exposed arms are undeniably masculine. The material of the tank top is stretched taut, just barely hinting at the well-defined musculature beneath. Instead of the slight outward-flare of hips he's used to seeing, Blaine's narrow waist and hips are accentuated by the elastic waistband of the skirt. The pleats of the skirt swish teasingly around toned, tanned thigh muscles and from across the room Puck can just make out the dark wisps of hair on the bare legs visible below the hemline. Blaine leans against the door-frame, a smirk in his eyes, and as he does so, the sharp interplay of muscles in his calves makes Puck's breath catch in his throat.
"Like what you see?"
Puck swallows heavily. "Maybe," he says, attempting to keep his voice from betraying him.
"Well, then, it may just be your lucky day. Word on the street is that you have pull with Coach Sylvester."
Puck's eyes narrow. "Depends. Who wants to know?"
Blaine takes a few steps forward and Puck has to will himself not to either run away screaming or bend him over the locker room bench.
The boy's gaze is steady as he speaks to Puck, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I'm looking to become Head Cheerio, Puckerman, and I'm willing to prove myself. As you'll see in about.." He cocks his head to the side coquettishly. "...three minutes or so, I have the following qualities to recommend me."
With each word, he takes another slow, sultry step toward Puck: "Speed. Strength. Stamina. Enthusiasm." He smiles. "All the skills necessary to hold the position. In fact," says Blaine, locking eyes with Puck and smiling wickedly, "I think you'll soon find that I can hold any position. For as long as you need me to."
Puck's mouth is unbearably dry. "You, uh..." He clears his throat. "You aren't just making up an excuse to get into my pants, are you, new kid?"
Blaine's eyes light up with mirth at this suggestion. "Oh, Puck," he says with a low laugh. "If I'd wanted you for that, I'd have had you eating out of the palm of my exceptionally talented hand long before now. So no. This is just a means to an end."
Blaine is standing directly in front of Puck now. He reaches out to undo Puck's belt buckle and Puck bites back a low groan.
"I have plans, Puckerman. Big plans. And I'll gladly fuck - or fuck over - whoever's in my way."
He eases down Puck's zipper and drops to his knees.
"One way or another," whispers Blaine, so quietly that Puck can barely catch the words, "I'm getting to the top of that pyramid."