A/N: I just love these drabbles. They are so much fun! Like potato chips... you can't just have one. :)

Why are we here, Kurt?"

"Because, Noah," he said. "It's my birthday and I love the mall."

"No…I mean, why are we here?"

He indicated the deserted dressing room in Macys.

"Trying clothes on," he answered, handing Puck a pair of black jeans.

Sighing Puck retreated into the small area.

"I still think you should tell me what my present is," Kurt said.

"You'll see."

Finally, Puck stepped out to model the pants.

"These are over $100, Kurt."

"My treat."

"But it's your birthday."

"I know." Kurt smiled admiring Puck's behind in the jeans. "It's my present… to myself."