Kurt finds his roommate in the dining hall, even though it is supposed to be locked this late at night. He can smell the alcohol before he reached Puck and frowns at the implication. "What are you doing here?"

Puck starts, turning to look at Kurt over his shoulder. His eyes are lidded and unfocused. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like," Kurt says, sitting down next to Puck, "you're trying to forget something. The girl who's taken, maybe?"

Puck laughs, loud and with a messy snort. "I fucked up. I fucked it all up. I just ... I didn't know."

Kurt looks a little closer in the dim light and notices that Puck is tearing up a little. He knows it's not just a trick of the light when Puck presses his fingers into his eyes. Softly he says, "Hey, hey. It's alright. It'll be fine, you'll see." Kurt places a hand on Puck's shoulder and jumps when Puck shrugs him off roughly. "I just want to help."

Jaw clenching, Puck shakes his head for a moment before looking - really looking at Kurt. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but looks away before it comes out. Shaking his head again and dropping it into his hands, Puck finally asks, "So you and Eric. Is that getting serious?"

Kurt's not sure why he's changed the topic, but he answers truthfully, "I don't think so. I mean he's nice and I like him, but things aren't like they were with-with Blaine."

The air between them is very still for a long, confusing moment and Kurt wishes Puck would just turn so it would be easier to read his face, to figure out what's going on here. Well, what's going on here is Puck is drunk and depressed and needs a friend, so Kurt decides to break their standstill by getting to his feet and saying, "C'mon. I'm taking you to bed."

Puck whips his head up to look at Kurt with first confusion, then hope, then some sort of defeated understanding. He gives Kurt his hand and stands up, head hanging. As Kurt leads them out of the dining hall, he mulls over his words and Puck's reaction until finally when they get to the elevator bank he asks, "Is it me?"

Puck looks past the lobby and out to the street, but nods and Kurt's ability to breathe just stops. He can't breathe and he definitely can't think so when he finds himself pulling on Puck's chin so the guy will just look at him already, it's more than a little surprising. Puck's eyes are bloodshot and defeated and he sighs. "I'll move my shit in the morn-"

Kurt cuts him off with a kiss. Puck tastes like alcohol and boy and he groans deep in his throat as he returns the kiss in a way that makes Kurt's heart leap. This time it's not for show. It's just Kurt and Puck and an empty lobby and Kurt feels a little sorry about Eric, but mostly he thinks about how right this feels as Puck pulls him closer and smiles against his lips.