FIC; Paint it red. (Glee, Puck/Santana)
Title: Paint it red
Pairing: Puck/Santana (sorta.)
Rating: PG
Summary: "I dare you to say it again." She gave another fierce tug until her face was practically a centimeter from his own. Her eyes narrowed in a threatening way, her voice lowering to grate out a "Double dog dare you."
Spoilers: N/A.
With pearl white teeth bared in a lip curling snarl a tiny six year old girl launched herself into the air, reaching out for the offending target not much older than her. The mohawked boy gave a shocked squawk as he tumbled over his own untied shoe laces and fell back. His shoulders bounced off the green grass before he found himself shoved into place by the growling female.
"Say that again." She barked at him adjusting her position on his stomach.
He felt his shirt collar cutting his breathing short as the girl curled the cloth around her fist and gave a fierce yank forcing his head to lull back and forth. He snorted and gave a leachourous grin of his own.
"No."
"I dare you to say it again." She gave another fierce tug until her face was practically a centimeter from his own. Her eyes narrowed in a threatening way, her voice lowering to grate out a "Double dog dare you."
"You're throw like a girl."
Noah Puckerman usually would fight back, but this was a girl on top of him. So instead he winced, preparing himself for the bone crushing attack to his stomach. Instead it came to the facial area, a pair of knuckles driving into his left cheek. Once. Twice. A third time. Until he could feel a bruise forming. Doing his best to wiggle for some sort of freedom he made an effort to reach out for shoulders. But then came another full forced blow to his mouth. He could just feel the blood gurgling up from the wound on his now busted lip.
He had been taken by surprise the moment the smaller latina girl crawled off of him, standing abruptly and looked around bewildered. There before her stood his mother and another man. Whoever this guy was, he didn't seem quite as displeased as his mother looked. In fact, he almost seemed...humored by the scene.
"You're little boy made mine bleed." Noah could hear his mother accuse, as she helped him up from the ground.
His eyes stayed glued to the girl who spat at the ground by her feet. She did look like a boy with her baggy cargo shorts, untucked basketball pumps, and backwards hat.
"I only have a daughter..." The mysterious man spoke up loudly. "But I 'll be sure to scold her anyways."
Pairing: Puck/Santana (sorta.)
Rating: PG
Summary: "I dare you to say it again." She gave another fierce tug until her face was practically a centimeter from his own. Her eyes narrowed in a threatening way, her voice lowering to grate out a "Double dog dare you."
Spoilers: N/A.
With pearl white teeth bared in a lip curling snarl a tiny six year old girl launched herself into the air, reaching out for the offending target not much older than her. The mohawked boy gave a shocked squawk as he tumbled over his own untied shoe laces and fell back. His shoulders bounced off the green grass before he found himself shoved into place by the growling female.
"Say that again." She barked at him adjusting her position on his stomach.
He felt his shirt collar cutting his breathing short as the girl curled the cloth around her fist and gave a fierce yank forcing his head to lull back and forth. He snorted and gave a leachourous grin of his own.
"No."
"I dare you to say it again." She gave another fierce tug until her face was practically a centimeter from his own. Her eyes narrowed in a threatening way, her voice lowering to grate out a "Double dog dare you."
"You're throw like a girl."
Noah Puckerman usually would fight back, but this was a girl on top of him. So instead he winced, preparing himself for the bone crushing attack to his stomach. Instead it came to the facial area, a pair of knuckles driving into his left cheek. Once. Twice. A third time. Until he could feel a bruise forming. Doing his best to wiggle for some sort of freedom he made an effort to reach out for shoulders. But then came another full forced blow to his mouth. He could just feel the blood gurgling up from the wound on his now busted lip.
He had been taken by surprise the moment the smaller latina girl crawled off of him, standing abruptly and looked around bewildered. There before her stood his mother and another man. Whoever this guy was, he didn't seem quite as displeased as his mother looked. In fact, he almost seemed...humored by the scene.
"You're little boy made mine bleed." Noah could hear his mother accuse, as she helped him up from the ground.
His eyes stayed glued to the girl who spat at the ground by her feet. She did look like a boy with her baggy cargo shorts, untucked basketball pumps, and backwards hat.
"I only have a daughter..." The mysterious man spoke up loudly. "But I 'll be sure to scold her anyways."