In the fifteen minutes between the last class of the day and glee rehearsal, Kurt realized that his calculus notebook was missing. Crap. Where could it have gone? He had it during study hall when he was frantically working on finishing his homework for class, and he'd definitely had it during class, because he was taking notes in it. He must have left it in the classroom.
Kurt let his head fall against the locker next to his for exactly fifteen seconds before realizing if he didn't get a move on, he was going to be missing his calculus notes and be late for glee. He would have just left it until the next day, but he was afraid first, that he wouldn't get enough studying in before the test tomorrow and second, that some bonehead jock was going to find it and draw penises all over his carefully organized notes.
It had happened before.
When he got to the classroom, the first thing Kurt noticed was a figure in a Letterman jacket, hunched over a desk and scribbling furiously. Oh, great. There went Kurt's night, trying to decipher and recopy his notes so he could study for the test. Except a quick look to "his" desk on the far left of the room showed his sparkly green notebook sitting, apparently unmolested, in the basket below the chair.
So who was sitting alone in the calculus classroom after school?
As Kurt skirted around the room carefully, trying to get to his notebook without disturbing the jock, he realized the guy's profile (and hair, now that he could see it), were familiar. "Puck? What are you doing here?"
Eyes wide with surprise, Puck turned and, seeing that it was just Kurt, let out a long breath and shrugged. "What does it look like? I'm doing math."
Tilting his head, Kurt asked, "Weren't you just saying at lunch that you haven't been to a math class in years?"
Puck smirked and sat back in his chair, one arm draped over the back. "And isn't it funny how no one asks how I could get away with that and not get held back?"
Huh. No one had ever asked, as far as Kurt knew. "I guess everyone just assumes you intimidated Figgins into letting you pass."
"I do have a reputation to maintain," Puck nodded, closing up his books and stashing them in his backpack. "Truth is, I've been doing independent study since eighth grade so I wouldn't 'disrupt the classroom' anymore 'cause I was so bored. Just here to do tonight's homework before glee."
"In less than fifteen minutes?" Kurt asked, a laugh stalling on the tip of his tongue. "Sure."
Standing and leading the way to the door, Puck smirked, "I'm not the idiot everyone thinks I am." He paused a beat before grinning, "I'm a whole different sort of idiot."
Kurt couldn't help but laugh.