Disclaimer: Standard still applies.
"I imagine," Puck said, leaning against the wall next to Kurt, "that this is very similar to what high school parties are like."
Kurt shook his head, "Oh yes. Because every school has Royal Balls."
Puck smirked, "I've got royal balls." He wigged his eyebrows and made a slight noise of pain when Kurt hit him in the arm. "But what I mean is, like, what is it? Prom and shit? Fancy clothes and bad punch and weird ass boring music."
Kurt eyed the punch he was standing beside and was glad that he didn't have to drink it. He was prince after all, if he didn't want to drink the punch, he wouldn't have to. "I think their music may be better."
"You know what we should do, Princess?" Puck stood up and put his hands on Kurt's shoulders, turning Kurt to face him.
"Don't call me Princess." Kurt replied curtly.
"You and me, Princess. We can liven this party up." He grinned and had a slightly frightening gleam in his eye.
"It's a Royal Ball, Noah. Not a party. I know some of the staff here would faint if they heard you call it a party." Kurt sighed, "But I'm willing to listen, what's your idea?"
"You and me, we sing." Puck nodded, "Duet this bitch up. More fun, we can choose the songs and shit and then everyone gets a kick that the two princes are singing together."
Kurt smiled, "That's a decent idea. I'm surprised."