So I'm kind of an idiot. I was struck by this idea earlier today, and I got it down in, like, 10 minutes. But then I kept trying to tailor it to fit in my drabbles. Wasn't working out. Then I was hit by the sudden realization- Wait a second, I can post stories outside the drabble series. Imagine that.

So yeah, a short little thing I wrote up today. I dunno, I was just sitting there watching Degrassi with my sister and I was struck full on by this visual of Kurt- well, just read it. You'll see.

I don't own it. I want to. But I don't.

Warnings for... well, not much. Puck being Puck. Kurt being Kurt. The usual.

I guess I'm sort of interested in the dynamics of their relationship later in the series. They don't really touch upon it except to stop starting each episode with him beign chucked in the dumpster, but you have to wonder where they stand after they become teammates and stuff, you know. So yeah, here's my take on that I guess.

Hummel had been early. Well actually, he'd been right on time. But seriously, who does that? Damn the gays and their puncuality.

The boy had agreed to give Puck a lift to his father's garage to pick up his car, which had been out of commission for the last three days because of a busted... engine, and valve caps and... things. Whatever, he just drove the damned thing.

So he begrugingly allowed Hummel to wait in his living room while he showered and changed out of his football gear.

Nothing could have prepared him for the scene he returned to half an hour later.

There was Hummel, sitting on the floor watching Beauty and the Beast. No, not watching. What was that word Barry used once- enthralled. He was enthralled. But that wasn't all. Because Hummel wasn't alone.

Puck's little sister Sammy sat on the couch behind him, brush in hand and barrettes at the ready. The soprano's perfectly groomed head already sported quite a few, in a variety of colors and sparkles.

"You know," he heard Hummel say offhandedly, "I really think the Beast should have just stayed a beast."

"I know what you mean," Sammy answered, "He's kinda lame as a real guy."

"I know, right? He has- Oh, hello Noah. Are you ready to go?"

All Puck could manage was a nod as Kurt rose to his feet and bid his sister farewell. It wasn't until they were two blocks away that Puck was able to look at Kurt- who still had the barrettes in, damn him.

"What the hell, dude?"

"What?" Kurt shrugged, a cagey smile playing around his lips, "It was just some girl time."

"I can't- wait, did you let her put lipgloss on you, too?"

The boy's smile widened as they turned the corner, "What? Oh, no. I put that on myself before I came. It's pomegranate flavor."

Puck stared at Kurt, not sure what to say to that. Finally he just sat back with an angry sigh, "And you wonder why I throw you in dumpsters."

"Threw, Noah. Threw."

"Yeah? Well keep this up and that might change."

His only answer was a small laugh as they pulled up to the Hummel's garage.