"Hey, dude, can I bum a light?" Puck asks, leaning against the brick next to Kurt.
The guy takes another drag of his cigarette before digging in the pocket of his black leather jacket and handing over a dark pink Zippo. It matches the streaks in his hair and Puck can't help but admire the coordination, just a little.
Puck takes it and says, "Thanks." After lighting his own smoke, he flicks the lighter a few more times, just to see the sparks, and hands it back. He eyes the brow ring and the line of piercings crawling up the edge of Kurt's right ear. It makes him finger his own plug and wonder if it's time to move up to a bigger gage. He's been putting it off because of his ma's Jewish guilt trips over modifying his body like he has. Good thing she's never caught a glimpse of his tattoo. He side-eyes Kurt and wonders if the boy has any hidden tattoos as well. Might be kinda fun to go looking.
"You hang out with the Skanks a lot?" Puck asks, even though he knows the answer, 'cause he's had an eye on Quinn ever since their thing that one time. He hasn't been able to arrange a repeat performance, but he can't figure out why. Hasn't slowed him down in the mean time.
Kurt shrugs, takes a drag of his cigarette and lets it out slowly. Puck wonders what it'll take to get him talking.
"You know, they got a reputation –" He leans a little closer to Kurt and adds, "– for being easy."
Another shrug. No more, no less.
"I'll let you blow me under the bleachers during seventh."
Kurt takes a long-ass drag of his cigarette and lets out the smoke as he drops the butt and crushes it with his boot. He quirks that pierced eyebrow at Puck and finally says something, "Only if I get to fuck you first."
Puck says the first thing that pops into his head. "Fair enough."