Drabbles of the Glee Variety

Chapter One: Puckurt

Essentially, just a set of 10 Glee drabbles. They're unrelated aside from the couple being written about. Timeframe ranges from during the season one to any time after it. Most of the drabbles have no timeframe referenced.

Warnings: Slash of the male/male variety, swearing, some prelude to sex, implied sex. Slight OOC-ness, in its own way.

1. Posing

"Noah, please? I only need another 20 pictures!"

Puck looked up at the ceiling, before slipping his hands casually into his pockets. "I better get a good reward for this, Princess," he mumbled.

Kurt beamed, nodding, and took more shots as Puck shifted and turned. "I think we're done," he said after half an hour.

"Finally." He sprawled on the bed, closing his eyes, only to open them a moment later when he felt Kurt's hand on his chest.

He leaned over with a smile on his face. "Thank you," he whispered before pressing his lips to Puck's.

Oh yeah. A good reward indeed.

2. Lied

"I can't believe you," the smaller boy hissed, throwing the cell phone back at the football player.

"Kurt, please-"

"No!" He pushed the boy back into the lockers, stepping back. "I trusted you! And with Santana of all people!"

"Nothing happened!"

"Bull shit! Then why does she have pictures?" Tears started down his face then, and his voice cracked.

"They're old! From back before Beth!"

Kurt stopped walking and looked at him.

"Look, I still had the mohawk, see?"

"I... Shit," he mumbled, wiping at his cheeks.

"I didn't lie." He pulled the boy into his arms, kissing him tentatively. "I know how lucky I am. I love you."

3. Draw

"Sit still, Kurt."

He fidgeted again, fixing his hair, before setting back into the same position he'd been in before. "Are we almost done?"

"If you stop moving your mouth, I'll be done in two minutes."

Kurt nodded, stilled. He was okay for a minute, before his phone went off. "Sorry," he mumbled, looking at it.

"Just sit still. I'll be done in one minute."

He nodded again and stilled. After what seemed like forever, the pencil stopped moving and the sketch book was turned toward him.

The artist ran a hand over his short hair sheepishly. "Well? What do you think, Princess?"

"I... It's amazing Noah."

4. Addition

"I seriously don't understand how you've never been to a single math class, and yet you're teaching me everything," Kurt mumbled, looking down at his book with an aggravated expression.

Puck smiled lightly. "I'm smart. I just don't like class." He looked over at the problem the other boy was working on before taking out a sheet of paper. "Come here, look. Just simplify the equation." He jotted down some notes on the paper under the original problem before handing it to his boyfriend. "From there, it's just addition."

Kurt looked down at the paper before offering a small smile. "Thank you."

5. Thrusting

Puck pushed the smaller boy against the wall of the music room, grinding his hips into the others gently and taking his lips in a kiss.

Kurt let out a small moan of appreciation before letting his head fall back. "Not that I mind, but what's got you so eager?"

The mohawked teen ground his hips a little harder, growling. "That show was fucking hot, baby."

Kurt smirked, grabbing Puck's hips to keep them still. "Wait. So I got you all worked up dancing like this?" he asked, indicating his meaning with a thrust of his hips.

Puck groaned. "Yes. Now do that again."

6. Modeling

"Come out, Noah. I want to see," Kurt called from his seat in the dressing room.

Puck stepped out of the stall with his head ducked, hands in his pockets. "Okay?We done?"

The smaller boy grinned. "Turn. Model them for me."

He sighed, shaking his head to himself, before taking his hands out and turning around slowly, allowing his boyfriend to take in the full sight of him.

Kurt nodded slowly. "Yes. Yes, I think this will do." He stood and slipped his hand into Puck's back pocket. "These jeans, love? Gorgeous on you."

Puck shrugged. "They're tight."

A melodic laugh sounded. "That's the point."

7. Height

Marking the spot with a pencil, Kurt smiled to himself, stepping back. "There you go. Now you're officially part of the Hummel-Hudson family. You've got your own mark on the wall."

The tall boy shrugged. "Don't see the big deal over height here, babe."

He laughed gently, looking pensive for a moment. "It's a symbol of our bond, even if it's over something stupid like who's tallest. We started this back before my mom passed away."

The other cursed himself internally before pulling his boyfriend into a hug. "Then I'm honored to be included."

Kurt smiled. "I love you, Noah."

"I love you too, babe."

8. Tasting

A quiet giggle escaped his lips before he could stop it. The sight of Noah Puckerman bent over the stove, wearing an apron and singing along to an old country song was just too adorable.

Noah's head turned, expression concentrated. "C'mere, Kurt."

Kurt stood, walking over to his boyfriend slowly. "Yes?"

"Taste this," he said. He held out a small spoonful of meat stuffing.

The smaller boy took the bite tentatively before an appreciative sound came from his mouth. "That's fantastic."

Noah smiled lightly and kissed his boyfriend before nodding. He went back to cooking, Kurt sitting again, before calling him over again.

"Another taste test?"

9. Wish

"Happy Father's Day, Noah." He didn't even look up when Kurt sat next to him. Instead, he focused on the ground in front of him. He felt a hand on his own before he leaned to rest his head on the other's shoulder.

Kurt looked at him for a few minutes before speaking again. "My dad says thank you for the card," he whispered.

He just nodded, staying silent. He sighed inaudibly,clearly trying to keep himself calm.

"It's okay to be upset today," the smaller boy said, wrapping his arms around the football player.

Quietly, he finally whispered, "I wish we'd kept her."

10. Play

Quiet, lilting chords echoed from the piano in the middle of the music room. Slowly, a guitar joined in, harmonizing perfectly. No words were spoken in the time they played together, filling a good 15 minutes before finally stopping.

Both players looked at each other with hesitant expressions, unsure of how to start.

Puck walked over after a few moments. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Kurt nodded and set a gentle kiss on the other boy's lips. "It's okay. Just, don't play games with me, Noah. Either you want me or you don't."

"I do. I promise, Kurt."

"Good. Because I want you too."

A/N: So, I've now decided to dabble in the world of Glee. I've got a horrible obsession with the show. Thus, I have started with some drabbles.

This series of drabbles is the first of what I'm guessing is going to be a series of drabbles, with each small drabble exactly 100 words. This means each chapter has a total of 1000 words of actual writing. The warnings for each chapter will be unique, so make sure you read the warnings. If you'd like a particular couple shipped, review me. I'll do any pairing, 10 drabbles at a time for each couple. For my prompts, I use a random word generator. If you want more Puckurt drabbles, please tell me in a review.

And as always, thanks for reading.