Interview with the Jewfro
Author: emocezi
Title: Interview with the Jewfro.
Wordcount: 572
Rating: G. Nothing bad in this one. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I make a profit from this tiny fiction.
A/N: Ummm...inspired from this picture.
“So, I've been hearing some rumors that you two are dating in secret.” Puck turned to glare at Jacob. The skinny little Jew had managed to sneak up, and that took talent.
“Rumors from who?” The jock snarled, wanting to know who had found out first. It wasn't like he and Kurt had even changed the way they acted around each other.
“Anonymous tip. I can't reveal my sources.” Jacob smiled shakily, obviously nervous about talking to Puck, even with Kurt sitting in the next chair. The gleek's face was impassive, as smooth as his skinny, white jeans. “People are dying to know if it's true.”
“The dying can start with you, Jewfro.”
“Noah...control yourself.” The gleek turned to stare at Jacob, who felt more intimidated then he had with Puck. How was that possible, Kurt wasn't scary. “Only small minds discuss people.”
“There are a lot of small minds at school. Come on, just one little detail. My popularity rating is almost as low as you guys.” Jacob's voice turned whiny and nasal, far more annoying then usual.
“I ain't got nothing to say to you. Last time I told you anything it was all over your stupid website.” Kurt turned to look at Puck, then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Noah...obviously it would be all over his blog. He's the school's reporter, or did you miss that at the beginning of the year?”
“Shut up Hummel. If I want your opinion I'll ask for it.”
“You ask my opinion on a daily basis...not that you follow any advice I've ever given you.”
“Shut up, your hat is stupid.”
“You picked it out.”
“So...you guys are dating then?” Jacob asked warily, not sure if this was just a sign that Puck was mellowing out enough to not be a threat anymore. He knew Puck's usual routine enough to know that when the jock was in doubt, he started in with the insults.
“Do you know what happens to people who come 'out' in this little town, Jacob?” Kurt's voice was like ice. “I suggest you do some research on a boy named Stephen Glish who passed away in a tragic accident about six years ago.”
“What...do you mean? Who's Stephen Glish” The gleek leaned forward, motioning Jacob in as well. This was gonna be good, he could feel it.
“People who get 'outed' in this little town, people who were formerly jocks...they get killed.” Jacob realized far too late that Kurt's deceptively slender fingers had wrapped themselves around his tape recorder. In a very smooth motion Kurt drew back, pressed the 'delete' button and handed the recorder back to Jacob, who gaped at him.
“If I even hear of you questioning anyone else about my relationship with Noah. I will arrange to have your head shaved.” Jacob's eyes widened, hands flying up to his hair protectively. The wannabe reporter scrambled away from the corner of the room.
“Angry much?”
“I just reached the point in my life where I can stand to be around you for extended periods of time. Don't ruin that.” Kurt smiled sarcastically. Puck grinned, holding out a hand. A little bubble of warmth exploded around his heart when Kurt didn't hesitate to take hold of it, intertwining their fingers.
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Title: Interview with the Jewfro.
Wordcount: 572
Rating: G. Nothing bad in this one. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I make a profit from this tiny fiction.
A/N: Ummm...inspired from this picture.
“So, I've been hearing some rumors that you two are dating in secret.” Puck turned to glare at Jacob. The skinny little Jew had managed to sneak up, and that took talent.
“Rumors from who?” The jock snarled, wanting to know who had found out first. It wasn't like he and Kurt had even changed the way they acted around each other.
“Anonymous tip. I can't reveal my sources.” Jacob smiled shakily, obviously nervous about talking to Puck, even with Kurt sitting in the next chair. The gleek's face was impassive, as smooth as his skinny, white jeans. “People are dying to know if it's true.”
“The dying can start with you, Jewfro.”
“Noah...control yourself.” The gleek turned to stare at Jacob, who felt more intimidated then he had with Puck. How was that possible, Kurt wasn't scary. “Only small minds discuss people.”
“There are a lot of small minds at school. Come on, just one little detail. My popularity rating is almost as low as you guys.” Jacob's voice turned whiny and nasal, far more annoying then usual.
“I ain't got nothing to say to you. Last time I told you anything it was all over your stupid website.” Kurt turned to look at Puck, then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Noah...obviously it would be all over his blog. He's the school's reporter, or did you miss that at the beginning of the year?”
“Shut up Hummel. If I want your opinion I'll ask for it.”
“You ask my opinion on a daily basis...not that you follow any advice I've ever given you.”
“Shut up, your hat is stupid.”
“You picked it out.”
“So...you guys are dating then?” Jacob asked warily, not sure if this was just a sign that Puck was mellowing out enough to not be a threat anymore. He knew Puck's usual routine enough to know that when the jock was in doubt, he started in with the insults.
“Do you know what happens to people who come 'out' in this little town, Jacob?” Kurt's voice was like ice. “I suggest you do some research on a boy named Stephen Glish who passed away in a tragic accident about six years ago.”
“What...do you mean? Who's Stephen Glish” The gleek leaned forward, motioning Jacob in as well. This was gonna be good, he could feel it.
“People who get 'outed' in this little town, people who were formerly jocks...they get killed.” Jacob realized far too late that Kurt's deceptively slender fingers had wrapped themselves around his tape recorder. In a very smooth motion Kurt drew back, pressed the 'delete' button and handed the recorder back to Jacob, who gaped at him.
“If I even hear of you questioning anyone else about my relationship with Noah. I will arrange to have your head shaved.” Jacob's eyes widened, hands flying up to his hair protectively. The wannabe reporter scrambled away from the corner of the room.
“Angry much?”
“I just reached the point in my life where I can stand to be around you for extended periods of time. Don't ruin that.” Kurt smiled sarcastically. Puck grinned, holding out a hand. A little bubble of warmth exploded around his heart when Kurt didn't hesitate to take hold of it, intertwining their fingers.
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