"We should really talk about it."
Puck looks up from where he's got his face smashed into his mattress and one hand blocking the sunlight assaulting him since Kurt opened the curtains far too early. "Talk about what?"
Kurt sits on his bed across the room, which is really only four feet away, and rests his elbows on his knees as he leans forward to catch Puck's eye. "You kissed me last night."
Oh, so he's just going to jump right on that, then. "So?"
"So... Well, it was more the way you kissed me," Kurt's skin was more pink than white now and Puck felt a sharp shiver of pain or maybe want deep in his chest. "I'm gay, Puck. You can't just do thatbecause you want some girl to stop harassing you."
"Dude, I thought we were friends?" Puck asks in a plaintive voice. He knows bringing up their friendship is a manipulative, dickish move, but he does it anyway. "Plus, you owed me one. How was I gonna sell it withoutkissing you?"
"You should have found a way!" Kurt's voice is rough now with anger and that slice of something grows in Puck's chest. He's way too confused for a day he doesn't have class, so he knows he won't be figuring out what it is anytime soon.
"But wh-?"
"Because I have to live with you and your stupid, attractive lips!"
Kurt's blush is at full burn and Puck finally gets it. "Oh."