Kurt's been working on his essay in the library for the past four hours, far away from the distractions of his room, when someone sits down heavily in the chair next to his. "'Sup?" Puck asks with a subtle nod of his head.
Puck is the last person Kurt wants to see, to be honest. Yes, Puck made his motivations clear, but that doesn't make them any easier to accept. And that isn't even mentioning what he'd said about getting over Blaine. Kurt wasn't getting over him, right? Well, sure, it had been almost a year, but it felt like less than Blaine deserved.
And yet Kurt finds himself looking. Well, looking isn't so bad, right? He shouldn't feel guilty for looking. One amendment, though: he shouldn't feel guilty for looking at guys who aren't his straight roommate.
"What do you want, Puckerman?" Kurt asks, only briefly looking up from his work. "I'm in the middle of something."
"You're always in the middle of something lately, man," Puck points out, easing the pen out of Kurt's hand. "Just listen for a sec, okay?"
Kurt has nothing to be ashamed or guilty over, so he looks Puck in the eye and says, "Okay. I'm listening."
Puck looks a little vulnerable, like he's going to confess something big, but then he smirks and says, "I got you a date with that Eric dude from our dorm."
"Oh," Kurt says in reply, because he really wasn't prepared for Puck to say anything of the sort. "Um. Thank you?"
"Yeah, well I figure I owed you one. Besides, the more dudes you kiss the less you'll think about me." Puck grins and winks at Kurt before clapping him on the back. "Eric's gonna call you about the where and when, dude. I'll see you back at the room."
Kurt doesn't reply, merely watches Puck walk away and wonders if he knew he was flirting. Probably not, damn him.