The guys are still trying to decide what to do with you when Mr Schue's footsteps are heard approaching the choir room. Puck stands up straight, his fist gripping you tight. "What do I do?!" He asks in a panic.
"Just-" Kurt grabs at Puck's hand and shoves you towards the taller boy's chest. "Put him in your shirt pocket!" He whispers anxiously.
But it's too late. In his haste, Puck let you go and dropped you down the front od his shirt, where you slid against the bronze wall of his pecs until you grabbed hold of the first thing in arm's reach: A shiny silver ring.
You dangle from Puckerman's nipple, you arm looped through his piercing, holding on for dear life. It's shocking to see that the big, brown nipple doesn't even seem to stretch with your added weight. You're so small that you're less significant than a piece of jewelry hidden under a young man's clothes.
You hang on for dear life while Mr Schuester's voice dominates the room outside. The smallest movement from your giant host rattles you and you find your legs swinging wildly with every step he takes. Light blinks through the fabric of his shirt intermittently. The never-ending wall of brown flesh before you smells of sweat and cheap cologne.
You manage to hold onto the giant nipple ring until the class finally ends, at which point...
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