The awkward tension lasts for what feels like days until finally Kurt says in a soft voice, "Do you think we should ask for different roommates?"
Puck's been working on his homework (god, he's such a sucker now), so he has to turn away from his book to look over at Kurt. He replies, "Fuck, no. I don't wanna move! You're an awesome roommate."
Kurt smiles a little with one corner of his mouth. "I'm not sure I can say the same, but I can't keep living like this."
Puck puts down his book and sits up so he can turn around to really look at Kurt. "All freaked out because you think I'm sexy, but I don't do dudes?"
"Exactly."
Puck scratches his chin and asks, "So you're getting over him, huh?"
Kurt's surprised and he blurts out, "What?"
"Blaine," Puck elaborates. "You're getting over him if a little light making out has got you all worked up. Awesome, dude!"
It looks like Kurt's going to take a few minutes to mull that over - probably never occurred to him that he wouldn't pine over his dead boyfriend forever, which is stupid, because his own dad got remarried after his wife died. While Kurt's mouth is still opening and closing, looking for the words he needs, Puck says, "Look. Let's just say, you and me? Nevergonna happen. And leave it at that. See? No one needs to move anywhere."
"Oh, okay." Kurt nods, still looking shell shocked.
Puck wonders why his heart is beating like he just told a lie.