I just posted my third drabble, "The Canoe" yesterday. Also, this one totally goes with drabble 27 from June, but you won't have to read that one to understand this one.

"Babe," Noah muttered as he was freaking manhandled into a broom closet, when his lips weren't otherwise occupied, "we're gonna wrinkle the duds. I'm on in, like, twenty."

Whoever might think Puck was the more practical of the two of them obviously didn't know Kurt Hummel very well. "Then take them off. C'mon. We're working with a time crunch here."

Puck shrugged. With various shows taking one or the other of them to the wrong cities for the last six weeks, he was just as desperate for a little contact before they flew in opposite directions again as his boyfriend was. So, he set to work on the buttons of his shirt, hissing, "Why don't you ever design anything with zippers? Or, I don't know, snaps?"

Kurt paused in his task of unbuttoning Noah's pants and even though it was pitch black in the closet, Puck could almost see the way he raised one eyebrow in disdain, "Snaps, Noah? Snaps? Well, there's one more good reason why I'm the designer and you're the model, sweetheart."

Then Puck was being kissed again, his pants dropped around his ankles and then deftly taken off over his shoes and god, Kurt's head was in an intriguing location. He said as much out loud, but Kurt only stood back up and growled, "Not enough time," before slipping his hands up the bottom of Puck's shirt and pushing the two sides apart.

Snap! ... Clink, clink, clink, clink! "Noah? What was that?" Kurt asked, and this time Puck could totally see the horror on his face, which killed the mood pretty quickly and put Puck's heart up in his throat. When he didn't answer, Kurt asked again, "Noah?"

"I guess I missed a button, babe," he replied carefully, moving his hands up to protect his face. Sometimes Kurt got flaily when he was mad.

"You guess?" Kurt cried, sounding less mad than Puck had feared and more freaked the fuck out. "I can't send you out in one of my designs with a button missing! I'll be the laughingstock of the studio! Quick open the door or fond a light or something. We have to find it!"

Knowing his chances of sex were nonexistent at this point and that his career was so wrapped up in Kurt's that he would be lucky to model ever again if Kurt stoppe designing, Puck rushed to comply with his boyfriend's request, only asking, "Can I have my pants back?" once the light switch had been found.

"And let you get them dusty on this floor? I don't think so!" Kurt replied, already moving things around to search behind and below them. "In fact, I'm taking your shirt, too." Sighing, Puck let got to his hands and knees on the cold concrete floor and started looking.

After a minute, he asked, "Hey, don't you have extras or something? We could sew one of those on real quick."

"An extra diamond-studded mother of pearl button?" Kurt scoffed, and Puck supposed that was a no. "Just keep looking."

Puck sighed and resumed his search, finally spotting something shiny near the drain in one corner of the closet. The button was hanging precariously on the edge of one of the grate openings, so Puck told Kurt, "Don't move. I see it."

"Can you get it?" Kurt asked, his voice breathless in that way that always made Puck hot under the collar. "Where is it? If I have to pull this outfit, my whole show is ruined!"

Rolling his eyes as he reached forward, Puck said, "Chill, babe. I got it. I got it." Except then the button slipped through his fingers and clinked down the drain. "I don't got it."

Puck looked up, expecting Kurt to chew him out for losing it, but instead all the designer did was bury his head in his hands and laugh.