Noah Puckerman was in the middle of telling his date, a chick about his age who wore hippie skirts and a surplus Air Force jacket, about winning show choir Nationals his senior year of high school when he heard a scuffle behind him and then felt something heavy, wet, and searing hot slide down his back.

"Oh my god!" a high, familiar voice cried. "I am so sorry! I'm so - Puck? What are you-? I mean, I didn't know you were in the city! Oh, my god. Kill me now." Kurt Hummel ended his speech with his face in his hands, the other arm holding up a disheveled tray of the Italian food that hadn't been dumped down Puck's back. The guy looked good, like way good and Puck had wondered when that had happened.

"Hey, dude," Puck replied, standing up and shrugging off his over shirt to see that most of a lasagna was on his clothes, instead of on its plate. "Cat-like reflexes as always."

Turning even more red, Kurt pushed at Puck's shoulder almost playfully before his eyes flicked over and saw Noah's date. Expression falling, Kurt cried, "Oh, and not only have I ruined Chef Margot's pride and joy, but your date, too! Who's this?" Kurt handed his tray off to a co-worker and didn't even try to help the busboy clean up the mess. As superior as ever, then.

Giving his date a hand up, Noah told Kurt, "This is Daisy. We both go to Columbia and it's our first date. Daisy, Kurt Hummel."

As Kurt mouthed at Noah, "Columbia?", Daisy asked, "So how do you know Noah?"

"Oh we used to-" Kurt tilted his head and met Noah's eyes, probably questioning whether or not Puck was out here in New York. Puck nodded his chin. "-date. Back in high school."

"Yeah, until you left me behind," Puck teased, letting his hand linger on Kurt's arm probably longer than he should have, given he was supposed to be with Daisy at the moment. He just couldn't help it with the memories of that awesome summer swirling around in his head. But then of course his train of thought ended where their relationship had – with Kurt leaving Lima for New York, Puck staying behind to work on his grades in junior college, and the fight they'd had two weeks later. "How's fashion school?" Puck asked, wishing he hadn't been such a prideful jerk.

"Well, spilling lasagna on that shirt is the highlight of my design career this semester, so…" Kurt finished with a laugh, but Puck could tell that he was actually incredibly frustrated. He also knew the best ways to ease Kurt's frustration.

Except, damn it, Puck was still on a date with someone else. And he was standing in a moderately fancy restaurant in a black wife beater…

Kurt seemed to notice his predicament as well, because he cried, "Oh, god! Where are my manners? Come. I'll help you get cleaned up and you can wear my jacket home. I insist." Back in high school, there was no way any of Kurt's jackets would have fit him. Since then, though, Kurt had got taller, broader in the shoulders and thicker in the arms. It looked good on him.

Now, Puck knew better than to trust that glint in Kurt's eye, but he still turned to Daisy and told her, "I'll be right back," before following Kurt through the restaurant. Ten minutes later, when all the marinara sauce was gone, along with his shirt and his belt, Puck asked, "D'ya wanna bet my date calls a cab before I get back?"

"You're not going back," Kurt insisted with a grin before sticking his tongue back down Puck's throat. Puck decided he'd never been so grateful to an entrée in his life.

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