puck.

Puck chuckled at Blaine’s second question and quickly closed the front door, glad he didn’t have to feel the cold air any longer. “I’ve been good, dude. Uh, I mean, I haven’t gotten into any fights recently. I might still be skipping my math class…you would too if you had my teacher. The guy’s a jackass who enjoys making my life a living hell. He knows I suck at math and always calls on me, basically laughing when I don’t get the right answer. If I don’t skip the class, I’d probably end up hitting him…which would be bad, even though it’d serve him right!” He shook his head in frustration. “Uh, do you want me to hang up your coat?” he asked. He was so happy to see Blaine again. “And how are you?”

Blaine shrugged out of his coat and let it hang across his left forearm while giving Puck a playful what was pretending to be ‘incredulous’ look.  “You mean to tell me you haven’t gotten into trouble at all?  Except skipping math class?  And you’re behind honest? Wow.”  His bottom lip inched up to press against his upper in a thoughtful/impressed pout.  “I have to say that I’m either going to ask if you’re the real Puck?  Or give you more guff and ask if I’m rubbing off on you.”  An easy grin by laughter thanks to his complete enjoyment out of giving Puck a hard time. That’s what he gets for not inviting him over sooner.  Maybe this time–he’ll learn his lesson? “You know–schools usually frown on students hitting each other.  Pretty sure hitting a teacher is even worse.  How about you try to steer clear of both?  And, yes!  Thank you.”  He quickly shrugged out of his coat and tugged his scarf across the left side of his neck to remove it so he could give both to Puck.  “Me?  I’m great.  Lots of practice and helping Kurt settle in.  He’s struggling to find his niche’ but he’ll get there.  How are you guys adjusting with him being at Dalton?  I’m surprised no one’s visited yet..”