They've been at the dorm Halloween party for three hours when it happens. Kurt's dressed as a seventeenth century nobleman and Puck's wearing white briefs and a red cape ("Captain Underpants, dude!"), which means the girls have been hanging off of him all night. Kurt is bored out of his mind. No one wants to talk to the overachiever in the period accurate costume.
And then suddenly, someone does.
"Louis the Sixteenth?" a voice to Kurt's left says and he turns to see a particularly cheerful lightbulb smiling at him.
"Close," Kurt nods, patting his wig. "His advisor, Jean-Frédéric Phélypeaux." He thinks over the stranger's costume for a moment before asking, "You're a bright idea?"
"Correct, my good fellow!" the boy says with a jovial little bounce. "I'm Eric, Seventh floor."
"Kurt. Fifth floor." He decides he really likes this boy's smile. He's a little softer looking body-wise than average and not exactly model handsome, but he's attractive and looks kind. And Kurt really needs kind right now. "I'm a double performance and management major. How 'bout you?"
"Songwriting," Eric replies and Kurt lights up because he's been meaning to figure out what sorts of classes a songwriting major takes. He opens his mouth to ask when suddenly Puck jumps in between them.
"There you are, babe," he says with a bright grin right before pulling Kurt into a lewd, disgustingly wetkiss. Or, it would be disgusting, except Kurt's body has decided to ignore the facts that Puck is not only his roommate, but also straight.
Would a straight man be kissing you like this?
Kurt pushes back at Puck's shoulders not nearly as early as he should have and when he looks past Puck, Eric is wandering away. Kurt again opens his mouth to speak, this time in protest, but Puck presses a finger that smells like Doritos to his lips.
Leaning in, Puck says in a quiet voice, "Just go with it, alright? You owe me one."
"But ... bright idea," Kurt pouts, pointing after Eric.
"Noah?" a female voice asks and Kurt turns to see an angel wearing a frown that looks like it's going to stick that way. Or maybe it already has. "Who's this?"
Puck puts an arm around Kurt's waist, pulls him close, and says, "Daisy, Kurt. Kurt, Daisy. Kurt and I are in love."
"Uh huh," Daisy says with this skeptical look that makes Puck pull Kurt into another very showy kiss.
Kurt thinks he should probably say no, but he doesn't.