Kurt was interrupted in his pre-bed skin care regimen by a familiar noise coming from the sitting room of his quarters. Face only half covered in cream, Kurt stepped away from his vanity to see an officer materializing in his quarters. The man looked up at him with wide, surprised eyes, taking a sharp breath before observing, "Dude. This isn't engineering, is it?"
Wiping off his face three minutes too early and cocking his hip out to rest one hand on it, Kurt rolled his eyes and asked, "What was your first clue?"
"Um, yeah," the man replied with a sheepish grin. "I guess the transporter is on the fritz again. I heard Ensign Hudson ended up in the water storage tank yesterday. Lucky me, I got sent here."
"Sure," Kurt replied, exasperated. He just wanted to finish his skin care routine and go to bed. Was that too much to ask six hours before his next shift began? Pointing to the door, Kurt said, "Well, I'm guessing you've got more important places to be, so…"
"Not really," he replied, smirk growing broader and eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "I mean, Captain Figgins wanted me to keep an eye on some negotiation or something, in case things get rowdy, but I'm sure Evans and Chang got it covered."
Taking a quick look at the man's uniform, Kurt said, "Ensign…"
"Puckerman, Noah," the man told him, taking a step or two closer, as if his intentions weren't clear enough. "But you can call me Puck."
"You know," Kurt said, taking Ensign Puckerman's elbow and showing him to the door, "I'd rather not. Good night, Ensign."
"But-"
Kurt palmed the door closed in Puck's face and locked it, trying to remember which step of his skin care regimen he'd been on before he was rudely interrupted.
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