Puck was whittling.
Okay, so it wasn't the most badass hobby in the world. There was just no way he could swallow his goddamn pride enough to go out and buy the thing like he wanted, so making it was a relatively simple alternative.
Puck was making a wand.
Yes, a geek-tastic, wizard-world, Harry Potter, magical wand, and anyone who found out or dared mention it would get a similarly crafted piece of wood jammed up their… well… it wouldn't be pretty.
Believe it or not, Noah Puckerman was a total Potter-head. Using his little sister as an excuse, he had seen all the movies in theaters. He owned them all, keeping them on a special shelf in his room. The books were kept in a freaking glass case, even as his football acknowledgements littered the floor. And no matter how shocking it would be to the people at McKinley, he read at least half of one every night. Just because he had a reputation to uphold didn't mean he would neglect Harry.
It was an obnoxious rainy day as Noah whittled his wand. He heard the doorbell ring from downstairs and, being he only one in the house – his mom had taken his little sister to back-to-school night at her elementary school – he slumped to the door in his ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. A cute blonde peered at him through the peephole, and he opened the door.
"Brittany!" he said, ushering her out of the rain (he wasn't a total douchebag), "What are you doing here?"
She gave him a pout. "No one wants to hang out with me. Artie's on vacation and San's busy packing to go on vacation and I was hoping you weren't busy."
She gave him her puppy eyes.
"Fine," he huffed.
Brittany beamed. "Can Kurtie come in too?"
"What?" Puck frowned. "Isn't he, like, off doing prep things with his Dalton boyfriend or something?"
"No. Kurtie's dad says too much boy-boy loving isn't healthy. Kurt said don't listen to him, but I don't know."
Noah sighed, head throbbing already. He had already had a headache, and Brittany's bubble-gum-pop voice wasn't helping. "But why is he here?"
"Everyone's leaving, Puck." She frowned, "He's out in the rain and stuff."
Puck grimaced and gave a spazzy nod, watching sourly as Brittany brought Kurt out of the rain.
"Hey, Dalton geek." Puck slurred as he slumped against the arm of the couch.
"Hello, McKinley dropout-to-be." Kurt replied with a plastic smile.
"Whatever. What's so bad you had to come here, Hummel?"
Kurt shrugged. "Finn's a total ass, and I begged Brittany to take me somewhere, and she just wanted to drag me along here. Supposedly you have a very comfortable bed." Kurt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Puck shuddered. Brittany had been the only one to ever see his room, mainly because she didn't give a freaking hippogriff what he kept on his shelves.
Puck attempted a typical Puckzilla smirk, but it just felt wrong in his own house. He settled for biting his lip and scowling. "You can come into my house on two conditions. One, that you stay with Brittany, because her house sucks and holidays are fucking worse. And two, that you stay. Out. Of. My. Room."
"Yes sir." Kurt saluted sarcastically and followed Brittany into the living room, where she had laid out across the floor, looking up at Puck.
"Can we watch a movie?"