Author's Note: Just a little drabble/episode tag/whatever it's called for "Born This Way."
"Alright, Hummel, I need your help."
"And what, pray tell, for," Kurt asked, hanging a picture up in his locker.
"Berry is taking this nose thing a little too far," Puck said, shifting his weight, uncomfortably. "I don't like it." He ran a hand over his mohawk. "Usually I don't care what people do, you know, what's it to me? But this. . ."
"I get it," Kurt interrupted. "I'm not sure I get why, but I get it. Do you have a plan?"
"She's not listening to me and I know that Finn has said something to her. We need something more . . . powerful."
"Barbara Streisand."
"Huh?"
"While Barbara herself lacks a certain . . . somethin' somethin' . . . for this particular situation that's a great dance song by a group called Duck Sauce. There are only two words, repeated throughout the song."
Puck's eyes lit up in understanding. "Yeah. Yeah, that might work."
"Perfect! You just bring her to the mall in two days. I'll set everything up. You'll have to be there for rehearsal but your big responsibility is getting here there." He whipped out his phone and started texting. "Any questions," he asked without looking up.
"Er, no. I guess not.
"Your welcome," Kurt said, kissing his fingertips and placing them on the mouth of the boy in the picture. He closed his locker, put his phone away, and went down the hall. "Two days, don't forget, Puckerman. I know where you live!"
Puck shook his head. It was good to have Hummel back. Now, if only he could come up with a reason to get Berry to the mall.