For Kurt
They were on the beach. Risk of sunburn or not, falling on your face in the sand hurts a hell of a lot less than faceplanting on the concrete in the Rec Center or wherever.
It was weird, how hanging out with Kurt Hummel had become normal. Like, an everyday thing. And not just when they were at home. Out in public, like real friends. Which they kind of were. Because sure, he was kind of girly or whatever, but he was a cooler than most people gave him credit for, and Puck kind of liked the guy, and not just because he was a familiar face from home.
Still, Puck couldn't really wrap his head around why Kurt had signed up to take a self-defense class for chicks. Regardless of what some of the dudes on the football team at McKinley might've said, the dude didn't have a vagina, which he'd thought was the class's only prerequisite.
There was some stuff about him Puck would probably never understand.
But he'd offered to help him practice, anyway, because it wasn't like he'd been doing anything. Now that they were on the beach, though, Puck standing barefoot in the sand in a wife-beater and a pair of sweats and Kurt looking as pale and fragile as ever, Puck wasn't sure it was a great idea.
"Uh... you sure about this?"
It was weird, how hanging out with Kurt Hummel had become normal. Like, an everyday thing. And not just when they were at home. Out in public, like real friends. Which they kind of were. Because sure, he was kind of girly or whatever, but he was a cooler than most people gave him credit for, and Puck kind of liked the guy, and not just because he was a familiar face from home.
Still, Puck couldn't really wrap his head around why Kurt had signed up to take a self-defense class for chicks. Regardless of what some of the dudes on the football team at McKinley might've said, the dude didn't have a vagina, which he'd thought was the class's only prerequisite.
There was some stuff about him Puck would probably never understand.
But he'd offered to help him practice, anyway, because it wasn't like he'd been doing anything. Now that they were on the beach, though, Puck standing barefoot in the sand in a wife-beater and a pair of sweats and Kurt looking as pale and fragile as ever, Puck wasn't sure it was a great idea.
"Uh... you sure about this?"