Disclaimer: Standard still applies.
A/N: This is the last drabble for now, but if I come up with more idears for this 'verse, please let me know. I might write it then.

Kurt sipped on his coffee, trying to ignore the camera's flash from all the paparazzi. "So, is your mother pleased?"

Puck snorted, "Oh yes. She sent me out of my kingdom and into yours in hopes that it would stop you from sexing up random chicks." Shaking he head he paused, "It worked."

Kurt chuckled, "Indeed it did."

Puck wrapped his arm around Kurt and brought him close, whispering, "Screw the shitty paparazzi, let them take their pictures. Because baby, how we spoon like no one else."