He was seriously never, ever getting used to that. There was this empty spot in the rec room, and then that empty spot was filled by a piece of furniture that looked like it belonged in a museum, and a kid perched on the seat, wearing one of those stuffy, private school uniforms.
And not just any kid, either.
"Holy crap, dude," Puck mumbled around the last mouthful of cookie he'd swiped from the kitchen, his eyes bulging and crumbs tumbling out onto his t-shirt.
The voice was painfully familiar, and for a second, Kurt allowed himself to believe that this was some miraculous feat of the McKinley High glee club, determined to kidnap him back to their side for Regionals- and oh, part of him was tempted to leap right back into the thick of it, but the thin skein of fear that lingered beneath was enough to shake him back to his scenes. He quickly glanced over with a hesitant smile on his face, a quip on the tip of his tongue, but upon only finding Puck in front of him, the expression... petered a bit
( ... )
"If you're waiting for this to turn into some kind of freaky sex dream, you're about to be seriously disappointed. I mean, not that I can blame you or anything. I am frickin' irresistible," Puck said, brushing the crumbs on his hands off onto his jeans.
Collapsing into a nearby chair, he said, "You're awake. And you're too much of a tight ass to have actually taken anything that would make you hallucinate like this."
"Believe me, were I the type to dream of... making love," Kurt began, both brows raising as he broke eye contact at the very thought (or lack thereof) of the bedroom, he glanced back up with a wide smile, "it certainly wouldn't be your face that I'd picture. If nothing else, Santana tends to follow you in one way or another wherever you go, and while I can concede the fact that she's not altogether unpleasant to spend time with outside of glee club, that still doesn't mean I would want her anywhere near my sheets."
Nose wrinkling as Puck wiped his greasy hands on his jeans- such a typical boy- Kurt turned right around to tinker with the jukebox, trying to find a way to turn the thing off. Maroon 5 was great for many things; as background for a conversation, however, not so much.
"But, alright, awake and not hallucinating." Turning around, he leaned lightly against the machine. "Care to provide an explanation?"
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And not just any kid, either.
"Holy crap, dude," Puck mumbled around the last mouthful of cookie he'd swiped from the kitchen, his eyes bulging and crumbs tumbling out onto his t-shirt.
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Collapsing into a nearby chair, he said, "You're awake. And you're too much of a tight ass to have actually taken anything that would make you hallucinate like this."
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Nose wrinkling as Puck wiped his greasy hands on his jeans- such a typical boy- Kurt turned right around to tinker with the jukebox, trying to find a way to turn the thing off. Maroon 5 was great for many things; as background for a conversation, however, not so much.
"But, alright, awake and not hallucinating." Turning around, he leaned lightly against the machine. "Care to provide an explanation?"
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