From your precarious place, dangling from Puck's huge nipple ring, you can hear that choir practice is over and the students are filtering out of the room.
"So? Where'd you stick the little guy?" You identify Sam's voice by his mild Southen twang.
"Dude, I dropped him down my shirt. I don't knew where he ended up." Puck answers. You feel the rustling of his shirt fabric as the man's giant hands pat down his abs, searching for you. Luckily (or unluckily) he doesn't pat down the area where you're hanging and you go unnoticed.
"Wait! There he is!" Kurt's voice pipes up outside, and you freeze. "He's by your foot, trying to run away, baby. Do something."
This doesn't make any sense. The gay boy's obviously talking to his boyfriend and you're nowhere near Blaine's foot. The only explanation is that the giants are mistaking a bug for you... Which is oddly insulting, if not a relief.
"Sorry, little man." You hear Blaine's voice say with a note of sympathy. "I don't have much voice."
There's a short pause, then the crackling of as body being flattened underfoot. Your tiny ears are so sensitive that you can almost see the unfortunate little big being smashed under Blaine's perfectly polished shoe, and the look of appreciation on his friends' faces.
"Good job, man." Puck's voice reverberates through his chest, which you're clinging to, and you hear the sound of high-fives celebrating your destruction.
This is terrible timing, but your arms are starting to get tired. You're not sure how much longer you can hold on. Your hands are slipping, slipping off of the metallic ring when you hear Puck announce: "Well, all my classes are done. What do you guys say we head to..."
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