One Man’s Trash (Puck/Kurt)
Title: One Man’s Trash
Author: Castiel at the Disco
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt pre-slash, Rachel
Genre: Humor, Non-established
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Season 1 Episode 1 “Pilot,” 2 “Showmance,” and 5 “The Rhodes Not Taken”
Disclaimer: A collection of people own Glee and its characters; I own nothing. I write for fun to explore the characters and enjoy unexplored possibilities with other fans.
Author Notes: There is a severe lack of new fic on puckurt today, so I threw this together. There was supposed to be a bunch of Finn, except it never happened, so... yeah, I had to go back and change the characters listed. There’s note-passing, and it’s potentially the start of a new ‘verse: Trash and Treasure.
Summary: Someone leaves Kurt the gift of porn in the dumpster, where Kurt will find it. Based on the pairing, it would be odd if that person were anyone but Puck, wouldn’t it?
Word Count: 2,606
Kurt had lost count of how many school days he’d started off surrounded by a group of jocks just waiting to get their hands on him. Granted, they were waiting to pick him up and toss him into a dumpster, but saying it the first way sounded much better to him.
---
Puck wasn’t the inventor of the dumpster dives, but he had quickly taken control once he had the juice to do so. He picked the targets, he picked the locations, and he called for the guys to move in. Because he felt kind of guilty about sleeping with Finn’s girl, he used to indulge in his boy’s little sympathies and let Kurt Hummel take his jacket off before throwing him in. Puck would grin every time the smaller boy tossed him his bag to hold, thinking about how funny it would be if he just walked off with it and refused to give it back. Even when Finn no longer hung around for the dumpster dives, Puck kept letting Kurt take his little fancy items off, figuring it would keep the kid’s bitching down when they had to spend time together in glee club.
But the morning when Kurt showed up wearing a bright pink trench coat, Puck didn’t even give him a chance to reach for the top button before grabbing his arms and giving the order to toss him in, coat, bag, and all.
---
As Kurt pushed himself up, getting ready to climb out of the dumpster, a brown box with his name scribbled on it caught his eye.
KURT it shouted out to him from the corner of the dumpster. I thought you would find this here. Don’t open it in front of anybody else!!! (You’ll like what’s inside though :P )
Kurt eyed the box warily. It wasn’t any secret that he spent his mornings getting tossed into a stinking pile of garbage, but he didn’t like the idea of people thinking this was the best way to get in touch with him. And did he really want to open a box left for him by somebody who thought it was a better idea to leave something for him in a dumpster than to give it to him in person?
He reached for the box and shook it around. Something knocked around inside, but it wasn’t heavy enough to be a dead animal or anything, so Kurt stuffed it in his bag and decided to have a closer look from anywhere other than inside a dumpster.
---
Freshly cleaned, and locked inside the last stall of the first men’s room he’d reached, Kurt looked down at the magazines and DVDs that filled the box.
Stallion. Clench. Cut. Tan Party. Boys With Toys 8.
What was it about him that people kept giving him porn?! Okay, April Rhodes had really just given him muscle mags, but it had been pretty clear what she expected him to do with them.
Was this a joke? Did someone actually go out and buy a bunch of gay porn to try to embarrass him?
No, because why would they have told him not to open the box up in front of anybody else.
Kurt looked closer at the magazines and it was clear they weren’t exactly new. Not like they were…sticky, or anything like that, but they had definitely been flipped through, and the DVD cases were opened.
So, someone gave him their used porn?
Someone had looked at Kurt and thought, hey, he’d probably like to look at my old gay porn, let me leave it for him to find after he gets thrown in the dump…ster.
But how did this person know he’d end up in that particular dumpster? One of the things that the football team seemed to enjoy was keeping Kurt on his toes about when and where they’d appear, surrounding him and herding him towards the dumpster of the day. And as far as he could tell, even those guys didn’t know where they were going to strike until they got directions from Puck.
…
Puck.
---
Kurt hovered in the doorway of a classroom near the choir room, waiting for Puck to appear. Luckily Puck was almost the last one to arrive, so Kurt didn’t have to worry about an interruption by anyone but Mr. Schue. Kurt hopped out and blocked his path, receiving an annoyed look for his trouble. Kurt interrupted Puck before he could ask what the hell he was doing, and he shoved the box at Puck, telling him “Thank you, but I won’t be needing this.”
Puck looked at him like he was crazy, opened the box, peeked inside, jumped back with a ‘whoa!’ and hurriedly closed the box again.
“Dude, I don’t want it,” Puck tried to hand the box back to Kurt, who rested his hands on his hips and refused to take it back.
“I don’t know what your game is, but I know you’re the one who left this for me.”
“What the hell makes you think I’m the one who gave this to you?!” Puck waved the box around, looking offended.
“Someone left this for me in the dumpster,” Kurt said confidently. “You pick the dumpster each morning. You made sure to toss me in with my bag this morning, so I’d have something to hide the box. You’re the one who makes so many ‘that’s so gay’ remarks that I’ve wondered about your sexuality-”
“My sexuality is doing just fine without you worrying about it,” Puck made a point of opening his hands and letting the box drop to the floor. “Have fun whacking it.”
Puck turned to enter the choir room when he realized Rachel was eavesdropping on their conversation from just inside the doorway. Her eyes widened when she saw he’d noticed her, and she quickly scurried away.
--
Puck watched Rachel throughout practice, seeing her attention torn between him, Kurt, and that damn box. He’d never seen her pay so little attention in glee-even when she sang her inevitable solo, it felt like she was singing to them the way she kept looking between them. When they were all dismissed, Puck cornered her before everyone was even finished filing out.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Puck hissed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rachel tried to act indignant, but her voice was too light, too squeaky to be believable.
“Bullshit,” Puck rolled his eyes when Rachel flinched at the curse.
“I left the box for Kurt, okay?” Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at Puck’s reaction to her good deed. “My dad made my other dad get rid of a bunch of old things he had laying around, and I understand the importance of recycling, so I thought Kurt would enjoy them.”
“And you thought, ‘hey, he’ll enjoy them even more if he thinks Puck left them for him’?”
“Um, no, you’re totally not his type,” Now Rachel looked confused, “And why would he think it was from you?”
“Because I pick the dumpster to put him in, and yeah, how did you even know which dumpster to put it in?”
“You scout them,” Rachel stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, looking impatient when she had to elaborate. “Every morning, you go around and look at all of the dumpsters, laugh when you’ve found the one that I suppose is most disgusting, go inside to drop off your book bag, and then come back later to throw somebody in.”
“But it’s not like we pick on Kurt every day. What if we’d put Ben Israel in there?”
“Yesterday, Kurt told Mercedes he’d be wearing his new hot pink trench coat. It was pretty clear he was going in today,” Rachel made her disapproval of Puck’s predictable behavior clear. “I just slipped the box in there when you went inside.”
Puck shook his head and started to walk away, but Rachel rushed up beside him.
“He can’t know I gave them to him, it’s too weird,” Rachel pleaded with her eyes.
“And it’s not weird for him to think that I gave them to him?!”
“Look at it as an opportunity to show him you’re not a gigantic jerk,” Rachel rested her hand over Puck’s heart. Puck knocked it away. “Puck, please, it’s not like he’s going to ask you to be his boyfriend because he thinks you did one nice thing.”
“That nice thing was a box of porn. What kind of message would it send you if Santana slipped a bunch of lesbian porn into your locker?”
“I’d assume she was sexually harassing me for the amusement of her peers.”
“And if she left a note for you, telling you not to look at her little gift with anyone else around? Wouldn’t that kind of hint that she wanted the two of you to have a secret?”
Rachel pouted as she walked beside Puck, keeping silent for longer than Puck had ever heard her keep silent. All it did was leave Puck to freak out about the potential consequences of what he’d seen when he looked into the box.
“I’m pretty sure that those DVDs were open, so he probably thinks I watched them. What if he tells Mercedes I gave him a box of used porn? Fuck, he’s probably told her already, the whole school is going to think I’m giving him little gifts and trying to help him get off.”
“Puck, you know, despite your obsession with your body and your gay-friendly piercing, most people in this school would look past your unfortunate tendency to use the word ‘gay’ in a derogatory manner, your tendency to view Kurt as a target, and the other tell-tale signs of repressed homosexuality, and only see all of your female conquests as proof that you have absolutely no sexual interest in Kurt.”
“Yeah, well…they better,” Puck grumbled, leaving Rachel behind to feel satisfied with his unspoken agreement to let Kurt believe what he would.
---
Puck was pulling his American History textbook from his locker, after learning from Matt and Finn that there was an open book test in class that day, when a folded rectangle of paper fell out of his locker.
He knew who’d left the note in his locker as soon as he opened it.
Everyone in Tan Party looks like you. If you got off to that, you’re more conceited than I previously thought.
Okay, Puck wouldn’t tell Kurt that Rachel had given him that stuff, but he couldn’t just let him keep thinking it was from Puck.
---
Kurt was reviewing lyrics for the glee club’s latest weekly assignment when a familiar piece of folded paper dropped into his lap. Kurt glanced up, but Puck wasn’t looking at him as he kept walking.
Not. From. Me. & stop thinking about me when u get off, perv.
---
Puck watched from his seat at the end of the front row, as Kurt opened a pen and scribbled an angry reply. It took about ten minutes for Kurt to find an excuse to walk across the room and slip Puck the note, as he pretending he needed to ask Mr. Schue a phrasing question about the song.
Re-read what I wrote. I said nothing to indicate that I was thinking of you when I got off.
---
Puck’s reply was immediate, and he pretended to push Kurt playfully as a disguise when he handed it back.
I c ur not denying that u got off tho. Couldn’t wait 2 put that box of goodies to use?
---
Puck saw Kurt write a response, but the other boy didn’t come over to deliver the note, so this time Puck was the one to cross the room and sit next to Kurt, loudly asking for his help and saying there was a lack-of-slushie in it for him, while slyly picking up the note.
Are you seriously using text-speak in a handwritten note?
I can’t believe I came all the way over here for that.
What did you expect? An elaborate review of every item in the "box of goodies’ (as you put it)?
I’m glad I’m not the one who gave u that box. I’d be offended that ur acting like u don’t like it.
Once again, re-read what I wrote. I never said I didn’t like it. As you pointed out…I got off.
I re-read what u wrote, and u also didn’t exactly deny thinking about me.
Neither did you. Like I said: conceited!
Whatever, I’m hot. If I’m gonna get off on a guy, it might as well be me.
And I’m supposed to be the weird one? You are so screwed if you ever find out you have a long-lost twin, or somebody invents reliable cloning technology. (Pun intended.)
There was a pun in there? All I saw was u fantasizing about being the meat in a Puck sandwich. No wonder u didn’t want those mags-- u knew u’d just be thinking about me anyway.
Yes, because when I have pictures and DVDs of hot naked men having sex, instead of thinking about them, I would rather think about you.
Knew u’d admit it eventually.
I’ve had plenty of chances to see you with your clothes off-you’re not exactly shy-but I’ve never looked. You might want to take that as a hint.
If u had looked, it’d b the only thing u needed.
I’m ending this little exchange before you say something you regret, or I say something that makes you have a big gay freak out.
What do u think I’m going 2 say? Or is it what ur going to say? Ur dying 2 ask me for a pic aren’t u?
See, this is what I mean. There is no way for me to answer that. What would you do if I said yes? You can joke all you want about me wanting you, but if you really thought I wanted you, you’d completely freak out.
That doesn’t make sense. You think I gave you that box, you seem to think I get off on guys who look like me, but then you think I’d beat you up for liking me or something.
So, that’s what it takes to make you stop the text speak?
You calling me a homophobe who would freak out because you like me? Yeah.
Just cuz I call u gay (which u r) doesn’t mean I h8 u 4 it. Only thing I’ve got against u is ur a giant geek with weird clothes.
Gee, thanks, what a modern free-thinker. The only thing I’ve got against you is you’re a complete jerk who thinks it’s okay to act that way because of his looks. (The lack of text speak really helps me like you a lot more though.)
I don’t act the way I act because of how I look. Look at the rest of the douchebags who slush you and toss you in the trash. Bunch of uggos.
I can’t believe I just laughed at the word “uggos.”
I’m an entertaining guy. It’s part of my awesome.
Far be it for me to argue with you on the subject of your awesomeness. We do have to get up and work on this dance soon though…
Yeah, we’ll finish discussing my awesomeness later. Don’t call me when you’re going through your box though-I’m not THAT much of a modern free-thinker.
Kurt couldn’t help but smile as he copied the cell number that Puck wrote at the bottom of the note into his phone.
Sequel: Another Man's Treasure
Author: Castiel at the Disco
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Puck/Kurt pre-slash, Rachel
Genre: Humor, Non-established
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Season 1 Episode 1 “Pilot,” 2 “Showmance,” and 5 “The Rhodes Not Taken”
Disclaimer: A collection of people own Glee and its characters; I own nothing. I write for fun to explore the characters and enjoy unexplored possibilities with other fans.
Author Notes: There is a severe lack of new fic on puckurt today, so I threw this together. There was supposed to be a bunch of Finn, except it never happened, so... yeah, I had to go back and change the characters listed. There’s note-passing, and it’s potentially the start of a new ‘verse: Trash and Treasure.
Summary: Someone leaves Kurt the gift of porn in the dumpster, where Kurt will find it. Based on the pairing, it would be odd if that person were anyone but Puck, wouldn’t it?
Word Count: 2,606
Kurt had lost count of how many school days he’d started off surrounded by a group of jocks just waiting to get their hands on him. Granted, they were waiting to pick him up and toss him into a dumpster, but saying it the first way sounded much better to him.
---
Puck wasn’t the inventor of the dumpster dives, but he had quickly taken control once he had the juice to do so. He picked the targets, he picked the locations, and he called for the guys to move in. Because he felt kind of guilty about sleeping with Finn’s girl, he used to indulge in his boy’s little sympathies and let Kurt Hummel take his jacket off before throwing him in. Puck would grin every time the smaller boy tossed him his bag to hold, thinking about how funny it would be if he just walked off with it and refused to give it back. Even when Finn no longer hung around for the dumpster dives, Puck kept letting Kurt take his little fancy items off, figuring it would keep the kid’s bitching down when they had to spend time together in glee club.
But the morning when Kurt showed up wearing a bright pink trench coat, Puck didn’t even give him a chance to reach for the top button before grabbing his arms and giving the order to toss him in, coat, bag, and all.
---
As Kurt pushed himself up, getting ready to climb out of the dumpster, a brown box with his name scribbled on it caught his eye.
KURT it shouted out to him from the corner of the dumpster. I thought you would find this here. Don’t open it in front of anybody else!!! (You’ll like what’s inside though :P )
Kurt eyed the box warily. It wasn’t any secret that he spent his mornings getting tossed into a stinking pile of garbage, but he didn’t like the idea of people thinking this was the best way to get in touch with him. And did he really want to open a box left for him by somebody who thought it was a better idea to leave something for him in a dumpster than to give it to him in person?
He reached for the box and shook it around. Something knocked around inside, but it wasn’t heavy enough to be a dead animal or anything, so Kurt stuffed it in his bag and decided to have a closer look from anywhere other than inside a dumpster.
---
Freshly cleaned, and locked inside the last stall of the first men’s room he’d reached, Kurt looked down at the magazines and DVDs that filled the box.
Stallion. Clench. Cut. Tan Party. Boys With Toys 8.
What was it about him that people kept giving him porn?! Okay, April Rhodes had really just given him muscle mags, but it had been pretty clear what she expected him to do with them.
Was this a joke? Did someone actually go out and buy a bunch of gay porn to try to embarrass him?
No, because why would they have told him not to open the box up in front of anybody else.
Kurt looked closer at the magazines and it was clear they weren’t exactly new. Not like they were…sticky, or anything like that, but they had definitely been flipped through, and the DVD cases were opened.
So, someone gave him their used porn?
Someone had looked at Kurt and thought, hey, he’d probably like to look at my old gay porn, let me leave it for him to find after he gets thrown in the dump…ster.
But how did this person know he’d end up in that particular dumpster? One of the things that the football team seemed to enjoy was keeping Kurt on his toes about when and where they’d appear, surrounding him and herding him towards the dumpster of the day. And as far as he could tell, even those guys didn’t know where they were going to strike until they got directions from Puck.
…
Puck.
---
Kurt hovered in the doorway of a classroom near the choir room, waiting for Puck to appear. Luckily Puck was almost the last one to arrive, so Kurt didn’t have to worry about an interruption by anyone but Mr. Schue. Kurt hopped out and blocked his path, receiving an annoyed look for his trouble. Kurt interrupted Puck before he could ask what the hell he was doing, and he shoved the box at Puck, telling him “Thank you, but I won’t be needing this.”
Puck looked at him like he was crazy, opened the box, peeked inside, jumped back with a ‘whoa!’ and hurriedly closed the box again.
“Dude, I don’t want it,” Puck tried to hand the box back to Kurt, who rested his hands on his hips and refused to take it back.
“I don’t know what your game is, but I know you’re the one who left this for me.”
“What the hell makes you think I’m the one who gave this to you?!” Puck waved the box around, looking offended.
“Someone left this for me in the dumpster,” Kurt said confidently. “You pick the dumpster each morning. You made sure to toss me in with my bag this morning, so I’d have something to hide the box. You’re the one who makes so many ‘that’s so gay’ remarks that I’ve wondered about your sexuality-”
“My sexuality is doing just fine without you worrying about it,” Puck made a point of opening his hands and letting the box drop to the floor. “Have fun whacking it.”
Puck turned to enter the choir room when he realized Rachel was eavesdropping on their conversation from just inside the doorway. Her eyes widened when she saw he’d noticed her, and she quickly scurried away.
--
Puck watched Rachel throughout practice, seeing her attention torn between him, Kurt, and that damn box. He’d never seen her pay so little attention in glee-even when she sang her inevitable solo, it felt like she was singing to them the way she kept looking between them. When they were all dismissed, Puck cornered her before everyone was even finished filing out.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Puck hissed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rachel tried to act indignant, but her voice was too light, too squeaky to be believable.
“Bullshit,” Puck rolled his eyes when Rachel flinched at the curse.
“I left the box for Kurt, okay?” Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at Puck’s reaction to her good deed. “My dad made my other dad get rid of a bunch of old things he had laying around, and I understand the importance of recycling, so I thought Kurt would enjoy them.”
“And you thought, ‘hey, he’ll enjoy them even more if he thinks Puck left them for him’?”
“Um, no, you’re totally not his type,” Now Rachel looked confused, “And why would he think it was from you?”
“Because I pick the dumpster to put him in, and yeah, how did you even know which dumpster to put it in?”
“You scout them,” Rachel stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, looking impatient when she had to elaborate. “Every morning, you go around and look at all of the dumpsters, laugh when you’ve found the one that I suppose is most disgusting, go inside to drop off your book bag, and then come back later to throw somebody in.”
“But it’s not like we pick on Kurt every day. What if we’d put Ben Israel in there?”
“Yesterday, Kurt told Mercedes he’d be wearing his new hot pink trench coat. It was pretty clear he was going in today,” Rachel made her disapproval of Puck’s predictable behavior clear. “I just slipped the box in there when you went inside.”
Puck shook his head and started to walk away, but Rachel rushed up beside him.
“He can’t know I gave them to him, it’s too weird,” Rachel pleaded with her eyes.
“And it’s not weird for him to think that I gave them to him?!”
“Look at it as an opportunity to show him you’re not a gigantic jerk,” Rachel rested her hand over Puck’s heart. Puck knocked it away. “Puck, please, it’s not like he’s going to ask you to be his boyfriend because he thinks you did one nice thing.”
“That nice thing was a box of porn. What kind of message would it send you if Santana slipped a bunch of lesbian porn into your locker?”
“I’d assume she was sexually harassing me for the amusement of her peers.”
“And if she left a note for you, telling you not to look at her little gift with anyone else around? Wouldn’t that kind of hint that she wanted the two of you to have a secret?”
Rachel pouted as she walked beside Puck, keeping silent for longer than Puck had ever heard her keep silent. All it did was leave Puck to freak out about the potential consequences of what he’d seen when he looked into the box.
“I’m pretty sure that those DVDs were open, so he probably thinks I watched them. What if he tells Mercedes I gave him a box of used porn? Fuck, he’s probably told her already, the whole school is going to think I’m giving him little gifts and trying to help him get off.”
“Puck, you know, despite your obsession with your body and your gay-friendly piercing, most people in this school would look past your unfortunate tendency to use the word ‘gay’ in a derogatory manner, your tendency to view Kurt as a target, and the other tell-tale signs of repressed homosexuality, and only see all of your female conquests as proof that you have absolutely no sexual interest in Kurt.”
“Yeah, well…they better,” Puck grumbled, leaving Rachel behind to feel satisfied with his unspoken agreement to let Kurt believe what he would.
---
Puck was pulling his American History textbook from his locker, after learning from Matt and Finn that there was an open book test in class that day, when a folded rectangle of paper fell out of his locker.
He knew who’d left the note in his locker as soon as he opened it.
Everyone in Tan Party looks like you. If you got off to that, you’re more conceited than I previously thought.
Okay, Puck wouldn’t tell Kurt that Rachel had given him that stuff, but he couldn’t just let him keep thinking it was from Puck.
---
Kurt was reviewing lyrics for the glee club’s latest weekly assignment when a familiar piece of folded paper dropped into his lap. Kurt glanced up, but Puck wasn’t looking at him as he kept walking.
Not. From. Me. & stop thinking about me when u get off, perv.
---
Puck watched from his seat at the end of the front row, as Kurt opened a pen and scribbled an angry reply. It took about ten minutes for Kurt to find an excuse to walk across the room and slip Puck the note, as he pretending he needed to ask Mr. Schue a phrasing question about the song.
Re-read what I wrote. I said nothing to indicate that I was thinking of you when I got off.
---
Puck’s reply was immediate, and he pretended to push Kurt playfully as a disguise when he handed it back.
I c ur not denying that u got off tho. Couldn’t wait 2 put that box of goodies to use?
---
Puck saw Kurt write a response, but the other boy didn’t come over to deliver the note, so this time Puck was the one to cross the room and sit next to Kurt, loudly asking for his help and saying there was a lack-of-slushie in it for him, while slyly picking up the note.
Are you seriously using text-speak in a handwritten note?
I can’t believe I came all the way over here for that.
What did you expect? An elaborate review of every item in the "box of goodies’ (as you put it)?
I’m glad I’m not the one who gave u that box. I’d be offended that ur acting like u don’t like it.
Once again, re-read what I wrote. I never said I didn’t like it. As you pointed out…I got off.
I re-read what u wrote, and u also didn’t exactly deny thinking about me.
Neither did you. Like I said: conceited!
Whatever, I’m hot. If I’m gonna get off on a guy, it might as well be me.
And I’m supposed to be the weird one? You are so screwed if you ever find out you have a long-lost twin, or somebody invents reliable cloning technology. (Pun intended.)
There was a pun in there? All I saw was u fantasizing about being the meat in a Puck sandwich. No wonder u didn’t want those mags-- u knew u’d just be thinking about me anyway.
Yes, because when I have pictures and DVDs of hot naked men having sex, instead of thinking about them, I would rather think about you.
Knew u’d admit it eventually.
I’ve had plenty of chances to see you with your clothes off-you’re not exactly shy-but I’ve never looked. You might want to take that as a hint.
If u had looked, it’d b the only thing u needed.
I’m ending this little exchange before you say something you regret, or I say something that makes you have a big gay freak out.
What do u think I’m going 2 say? Or is it what ur going to say? Ur dying 2 ask me for a pic aren’t u?
See, this is what I mean. There is no way for me to answer that. What would you do if I said yes? You can joke all you want about me wanting you, but if you really thought I wanted you, you’d completely freak out.
That doesn’t make sense. You think I gave you that box, you seem to think I get off on guys who look like me, but then you think I’d beat you up for liking me or something.
So, that’s what it takes to make you stop the text speak?
You calling me a homophobe who would freak out because you like me? Yeah.
Just cuz I call u gay (which u r) doesn’t mean I h8 u 4 it. Only thing I’ve got against u is ur a giant geek with weird clothes.
Gee, thanks, what a modern free-thinker. The only thing I’ve got against you is you’re a complete jerk who thinks it’s okay to act that way because of his looks. (The lack of text speak really helps me like you a lot more though.)
I don’t act the way I act because of how I look. Look at the rest of the douchebags who slush you and toss you in the trash. Bunch of uggos.
I can’t believe I just laughed at the word “uggos.”
I’m an entertaining guy. It’s part of my awesome.
Far be it for me to argue with you on the subject of your awesomeness. We do have to get up and work on this dance soon though…
Yeah, we’ll finish discussing my awesomeness later. Don’t call me when you’re going through your box though-I’m not THAT much of a modern free-thinker.
Kurt couldn’t help but smile as he copied the cell number that Puck wrote at the bottom of the note into his phone.
Sequel: Another Man's Treasure