"What in the hell is on your nails, Noah?"
"Nailpolish. I thought you of all people would be able to know without asking." The Jewish football player rolled his hazel eyes in annoyance at Kurt, seated across from him in their usual booth at Breadstix.
"I would have never imagined you wearing the actual stuff in a million years."
"What, do you not like it or something, Princess?" Noah gasped and held his hand to his heart, mock shock marred on his features.
"It's rainbow, Puckerman. Not just some sparkly pink or deep, brooding blue. But actual rainbow. Who did this to you? Your little sister?" Everybody knew how easily Puck gave into his little sister—it wouldn't be a surprise if he said yes.
"Nope."
"Are you seriously telling me you're letting strangers dictate what color your nails are nowadays? How much did juvie change you, really?"
"Dude, it was your friend Blaine!"
"What?" Kurt stared in disbelief.
"Yeah man. I was having a video game all nighter with Finn when he stopped by to return a playbill or songbook or some shit when you were out with Mercedes and his nails were like, radiating with gay. Of course I asked him to do mine, how could I not?"
"You're mad."
"You love me."
"That's besides the point. Tonight I am removing that trash from your nails. No one can pull off the hyper gay puppy look other than Blaine. Not even your hot Jewish ass."
"So you admit it. You do think my ass is hot."
"Don't push your luck, Noah."
"The only thing I'll be pushing tonight is my dick up your ass, babe."
A/N As said in the summary, request any word and I'll create a Puckurt flashfic-drabble to it. Nailpolish was requested by the beautiful communaut on tumblr.