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Puck feels a little ridiculous the next morning. Standing in front of his closet at 5 am, trying to decide what clothes to take with him to change into for a shopping trip, of all things, with a guy who doesn't even know Puck's gay, much less that it's anything other than a couple of friends hanging out.
Fail. My life is fail.
As ridiculous as he feels, it doesn't feel weird, though. Stupidly nervewracking, yes; absolutely fucking normal, yes. He leaves his mom a note that he's going to be out with a friend after work and he'll be home late, since she was already asleep when he got home the night before.
"So what's in Columbus that's not in Dayton?" Puck asks by way of greeting when he climbs into Kurt's Navigator just after two.
Kurt grins. "Lush. Brookstone, which I never buy anything there, but ooh, do I love to look. And most of the stores are bigger than elsewhere."
"Lush." Puck narrows his eyes. "You mentioned that before. What is it again?"
"Mmm, like Bath & Body Works, but much less stinky and much better."
"That's right," Puck nods and shrugs a little. "Cool."
Kurt has his phone plugged into the sound system, and they spend the drive to Columbus alternating between shooting the breeze and singing along with music in a very over the top way.
It's all very ridiculous and silly and a hell of a lot of fun. Kurt makes a beeline for the Lush store and Puck follows, agreeing immediately that it is a lot less stinky. Still, everything's kind of expensive for what it is, so he just wanders around at random, sniffing things. One of them smells really familiar, though he can't quite place it. Kurt comes up behind him while he's still trying to figure out where he's smelled it before.
"Didn't figure you for a bubble bath type."
"It smells familiar," Puck shrugs. "Can't place it."
"Hmm." Kurt casts him a sidelong glance but just plucks the bar from his hand. "You can wait outside if you want."
"Yeah, okay." Puck shrugs. "If you're almost done?"
"I just have to pay," Kurt smiles slightly.
"Kay," Puck nods and moves outside the store, sitting on a bench. It doesn't take long before Kurt appears, and they head into the rest of the mall.
They go into a few more stores before heading to the food court, which Puck cases with a look of anticipation before sighing heavily. "Perfection."
Kurt laughs. "All right. Meet you back here in a moment." By the time Puck returns with his varied tray, Kurt's tucked into his teriyaki. "Find enough?"
"Maybe," Puck grins. "You?"
"Still planning on a pretzel."
"Those are good," Puck agrees as he digs in.
They end up staying at the mall later than they intended, which means it's really late when they finally pull back into Lima. "'S fun," Puck mumbles through a yawn. "Thanks, dude." He has to force himself to use the 'dude,' because it's what he usually says to everyone else.
Even in his half-asleep stupor, his brain knows Kurt's in a different category.
"See you later," Kurt says with a nod. "Don't fall asleep on the way up to the stairs."
"Yeah, a'right," Puck grins. "'Night," he calls as he closes the door and then stumbles upstairs.
Puck sleeps in on Sunday and then sits around alternating between writing music and wasting time online, consciously trying not to think too deeply about the day before.
'Cause Puck isn't someone who likes to go shopping. He just likes hanging out with Kurt, or at least that had been what he thought earlier in the summer. And he does like shopping at the music store or GameStop, but that's a little different.
The truth is, though, he still doesn't like shopping. He likes watching Kurt shop, which is a little bit of a different proposition altogether. He just likes being with Kurt, and this is probably some kind of indicator that he's not just latched on to Kurt because he's available.
He throws down his pencil, since trying not to think isn't getting him anywhere, and hits play on iTunes. In theory, the music is on shuffle, but as it sometimes does, it seems to have an agenda.
Today's agenda seems to be at odds with his own. iTunes wants, almost desperately, for him to think about Kurt. "The Only Living Boy in New York" comes on first, reminding him that he and Kurt are at least headed vaguely in the same direction. Nothing either of them wants to do is dependent on the other, but it's all very compatible.
His brain, in fact, can come with lots of wonderful things that prove (or, at least, 'prove') how very compatible he and Kurt are and could be. He's not stupid. He knows that there aren't a lot of people that would have enjoyed going shopping for the day with Kurt. He even can vaguely remember that he would have been one of those people six months ago. At this point in time, however–he can't really remember why.
He may, in fact, be in way over his head.
When he heads over to the Hudmel house on Tuesday, he finds that Kurt is with his dad, visiting some of his maternal relatives in Michigan. He knows Carole's out like she always is on Tuesdays, and it feels a little bit like a sign.
Whether he likes it or not.
And Puck has been feeling like he's on a bit of a roll, since telling Carole. She wasn't on his list of people to tell, but he was glad he told her, because that'll make it a nice even five people that know.
He's not exactly a poster child for out and proud.
He's not exactly okay with that, but it's just until he gets out of Lima. Right?
Finn shows a rare moment of perceptiveness, or maybe it's just that normally Puck actually wins a few games when they play, and Finn's on his twelfth straight win when he turns the game off.
"Dude. What's up with you?"
Puck presses his lips together and looks anywhere but at Finn. "Um. I gotta tell you something."
"Uh, yeah," Finn says. "I sort of figured that, since the last time you let me pummel you this badly at Call of Duty was after you knocked up my girlfriend.” Finn pauses. "Wait...Rachel you didn't sleep with Rachel, right?"
Puck shudders dramatically, and it's not all faked because, just, no. "No. No," he answers, vehemently. "I wouldn't touch her. No offense," he adds, because yeah, the thought of screwing Rachel is pretty disgusting to him, but they need to not get in an argument about that.
"Hey, it was a pretty fair question."
"Yeah, well..." Puck trails off. "You know how I spent a week or so not going out last month?"
"Yeah. I figured your mom was giving you shit about something or money was tight again."
Puck shakes his head. "No, I just. You know how sometimes someone says something offhand, and it's like... getting tackled?"
Finn nods. "Yeah. I think so." Finn looks momentarily pained. "No. I mean I know so."
Puck nods. "Yeah. Well. I had to think about shit. And then I kind had to come to terms with something that..." Puck shakes his head as if to clear it. "It really freaked me out for a few days."
Puck's stalling, and he knows it, but this is harder even than with his mom. Probably because he just blurted it out with her.
Finn looks uncomfortable. He does that little foot-to-foot shuffle he does when he isn't sure he's going to like what he's about to hear, like any time one of the girls starts a conversation with "I have the worst cramps."
Puck grimaces, because this is the hardest part. "I, um. And it all sort of makes sense, in a weird way." He pauses. "I. I'm gay."
A little snorting laugh sort of explodes out of Finn. “Is that all? ‘cause dude, I’ve kinda had an idea about that for a couple of weeks now.”
And of all the ways Puck pictured Finn reacting, that wasn't one of them. He just stares for a minute. “What?”
Finn seems to realize that his response is upsetting Puck, because he pulls his face into a somber expression. “Sorry. It’s just...I mean, I’ve known you for how long? I know I’m not a rocket scientist, but I’m not entirely stupid.”
Puck just sort of gurgles at Finn. This somehow seems unfair. It took Puck how long to figure it all out in his head, and Finn comes along and just, like, snaps it up.
“Dude, you ok? I mean, I have been Kurt’s brother for a while now,” Finn explains. “Between the two of you, I kind of figured out something had to be up. Neither one of you was acting, you know, normal.”
“Huh? I don’t... you’re confusing the hell out of me.”
“I mean, you’ve been hanging out with Kurt pretty much constantly. I thought maybe he was...”
“Was what?”
“I dunno. Giving you advice, or something?” Finn now looks uncomfortable, because he seems to realize he misread the situation.
Puck just shrugs uncomfortably. Fuck. “We’re friends. Friends hang out. Last I checked.” Puck shifts a little. “He doesn’t know.”
“Oh,” Finn says, simply.
Puck shrugs again and runs his hand over his mohawk.
“You tell your mom yet?” Finn asks.
“Yeah. Couple of weeks ago. Just, uh, blurted it out.”
“She take it ok?”
“She kept trying to convince me to talk to the Berrys.”
Finn winces. “Ew. That’s just. I mean, they’re nice enough guys.”
“And they’re old,” Puck rolls his eyes. “Plus–well, sorry, dude, but if Rachel found out?”
“No, I hear you! You’d never hear the end of it. ‘Talk to my two dads, Noah! I have two gay dads, don’t you know that, Noah?’”
Puck grimaces and groans. “Exactly.”
“So are...are you gonna tell people? Like, other people?” Finn asks.
Puck shakes his head slowly. “No. Like. I probably will tell Kurt.” Definitely, actually, but whatever. “But... you know what this place is like.”
Finn nods. “Yeah. I saw what Kurt went through and I wouldn’t wish that on you, man. Who else knows?”
“Uh. Hannah. And your mom.”
“My mom? Seriously?”
“Uh, I didn’t plan that one. Ran into her at the hospital when I got off early one day and decided to hit up the cafeteria for pork chops.”
“You and your pork, man,” Finn shakes his head.
“A dude has to eat his pork where he can.”
Finn snorts a laugh. “I’m just gonna let that one hang there for a minute until you pick it up, ok?”
“Dude!” Puck punches Finn’s bicep. “S’not my fault my mom thinks we’re still not supposed to have decent food at home.”
Finn shrugs. “So...are you, like, okay?”
Puck looks at Finn a little funny and says, “Well, yeah. I mean.” He shrugs.
“How long have you known?”
Puck snorts. “A month? Six years? Take your pick.”
“I thought maybe it was recent, because, you know...” Finn shifts uncomfortably. “Quinn? Santana? I mean, I noticed some differences recently. The last year, really, you’ve been really different.”
“Uh.” Puck purses his lips, trying to figure out how honest he wanted to be. “I can be really, really good at suppressing things I don’t want to think about. I was already the poor Jewish kid whose dad left. So.”
“Yeah,” Finn says, nodding, and then he makes a funny little smirk and says, “You’re not gonna, like, get a crush on Karofsky or something now, right?”
Puck makes a disgusted face. “Don’t make me puke, dude. Not to mention that would be completely stupid because, well.”
Finn shrugs off-handedly. “Yeah, it would be pretty gross.”
“Not to mention unsafe,” Puck rolls his eyes. Karofsky has got to be the most homophobic person Puck’s ever met, despite his seeming transforma…. huh. Oh. Well. That could explain a few things.
By Thursday afternoon at Finn's, Puck feels grumbly. He makes an offhand comment about the house being quiet and Finn slides his eyes towards Puck weirdly for a second before agreeing. Puck walks home the longest way he can.
He misses Kurt.
Acknowledging it makes him aware of the way he feels it, pure and physical, and he nearly pulls out his phone just to call Kurt and hear his voice. He has no reason to call, though, no explanation to offer, and he keeps walking.
He's seriously attracted to Kurt physically, but he's also pretty sure that wanting to just talk to Kurt puts him squarely out of any of the other categories that he contemplated. His first thought was correct. He's gone and fallen in love with Kurt.
When Puck walks into the Hudmel house the next Tuesday behind Finn, he can feel his muscles just soften and relax, even though he didn't realize they were tense. The reason is all too apparent: he can hear Kurt humming in the kitchen.
Puck plays it cool, or at least he tries; he sits down on the couch and starts playing as Finn unpauses the game from the recliner. A few minutes later, though, Kurt walks in and sits down next to him.
Twenty minutes later, Puck's leg is barely brushing against Kurt's, and he's not really sure how that happened. When Finn gets up a few minutes later to grab some pop, Puck pauses the game and turns to Kurt. "Have fun in… Michigan?"
"Wisconsin, and yes." Kurt smiles slightly. "I mean, as much fun as relatives that you see once a year can be. I'm both the pride of the family and its downfall all at once, since I'm the only one under 25 at the moment."
"I would have sworn Finn said Michigan," Puck frowns. "And, really?"
"Oh, I'm sure he did," Kurt agrees. "He asked me how Michigan was when I got back. But yes. There's not much of that part of my family left, just a few second cousins and a couple of elderly aunts. They live in an old farmhouse on what's left of the family farm."
"Like, without running water and shit?"
Kurt laughs. "No, they aren't Amish. It's just creaky with narrow staircases and lights that flicker–sort of like a benign ghost lives there."
"Like Ghost Hunters?"
"I love that show!"
"Me too. I keep hoping they'll feature someplace nearby so I can go check it out myself."
Finn lumbers back in, juggling three full glasses of pop, and quickly restarts the game as Kurt picks up a magazine and half-heartedly pages through it.
It's an old game, one Puck can almost play in his sleep, and his mind wanders a bit.
Four people. Puck's told four people. He's all right with that.
Except there's one more person on the list.
One more single, gay person on the list.
One single, gay person that Puck just likes to hang out with.
One single, gay person that Puck likes to hang out with, but he'd like to do more than just hang out with.
Who is sitting really close to him on the couch, which means his score sucks, but not enough so that Finn seems to realize anything is going on.
Telling his mom was a spur of the moment thing. Telling Hannah was easy. Telling Mrs. H was surprisingly easy, and telling Finn was just awkward.
Telling Kurt, even the thought of it? Difficult.
Which is why he can't decide if he wants Finn to disappear, or wants Finn to remain glued to his seat for the rest of the evening.
On Thursday, though, Finn does leave them alone, deciding that being out of any ice cream is an emergency. During the quiet that follows, Puck and Kurt talk easily, but Puck can't manage any sentences that involve the words "gay" or "something to tell you."
By Saturday, Puck's frustrated with himself more than anything else. He takes his break at 9:15 and sends Kurt a text.
want to go down to dayton this afternoon?
sure. Centerville Music, mall?
awesome. i need new strings
I'll pick you up. What time are you off?
2
okay
They pass most of the nearly two-hour drive in easy conversation. Telling Kurt about all the bizarre customers that come in on a Saturday morning can easily take an hour, and usually Kurt's got a few stories of his own about people at the garage. They spend their time in the music store speculating on what assignments Schue might choose once school starts, then Kurt forces Puck to buy a few books about college applications at the bookstore. They're at the mall before Puck is able to get the first part of his carefully-planned statement past his lips.
"I need to tell you something."
"Oh?" Kurt raises an eyebrow, but continues flipping through the sale rack.
"Kind of important."
Kurt stops then, and looks at him. "Oh, okay."
"Um, maybe not here." Puck looks around and shoves his hands even deeper in his pockets. "On the drive back."
"Okay." Kurt shrugs. "Whatever works for you." He smiles. "I think I'm done here. You want to eat now?"
"Yeah, sounds good," Puck replies with a nod. If I can eat, he adds mentally. First part done.
The food court is always the best place to eat, in Puck's opinion, because he likes to get each part of his meal at a different place. Today? A cheesesteak from Steak Escape, waffle fries from Chick-Fil-A, soup from Subway, and a cinnamon roll from Cinnabon. Kurt stifles a laugh, like he usually does, and digs into his own meal, all from Chick-Fil-A.
"You aren't dying, are you?" Kurt's got an eyebrow raised, a half-smile on his face, but Puck's gotten to know Kurt pretty well, and he knows what Kurt's actually asking.
"No, it's not bad. Just important."
"Ah. All right." Kurt turns back to his sandwich and starts critiquing the sartorial choices of the other mall-goers in between bites. Puck laughs along with him, occasionally spotting a budding travesty for Kurt's critical eye.
Too quickly, their food is finished and they need to start making their way back to Lima. Kurt fiddles with the sound until it's at a volume he deems acceptable, and once they're back on 75, he nods slightly at Puck, waiting.
Puck takes a deep breath. "So. Um. You're the fifth person I've talked about this with. So if you need to talk to someone else, you can talk to Finn."
"Okay…"
"Well, so. I'm really good at ignoring things I don't want to deal with. For, like, years. But… eventually you have to think about them, right? And come to a conclusion and all of that." Puck purses his lips. "I'm rambling."
Puck lets himself stare out the window for a long time. Another exit sign passes by before he continues. "I'm not going to be able to tell you everything tonight. I thought I could, but I'm going to have to stop at some point and tell you the rest of it later."
"That's fine."
"So I sat on my conclusion for a week or two, and I did some research online and watched stuff and I guess I just wanted to confirm what I was thinking, right?"
Puck blows out a long breath. "Don't hate me, okay?"
"I'm not going to hate you," Kurt replies almost automatically, his brow furrowed. "Honestly, Puck. You're one of my best friends."
"You might," Puck insists.
"I won't," Kurt reassures him, voice pitched low and soothing. "I promise, okay?"
"Okay," Puck says, and presses his lips together. He lets out a harsh laugh. "God, this is even harder than I thought it would be."
Kurt just… waits. He's patient, and it's nearly Puck's undoing.
"And I'm not joking!" he inserts suddenly. "Finn laughed. But I wouldn't…"
Puck takes a deep breath, and then another. "Kurt. I'm gay."
Later Puck will think it's sort of funny, that he's never seen Kurt drive so precisely, but at that moment, it does sort of freak him out. Kurt's pulled over on the shoulder within seconds, staring at Puck, mouth hanging open.
Puck just blinks, because Kurt's staring, and frankly, Kurt needs to blink, too.
"You… I… why… hang out a shingle… explains…" Puck can only catch a few of Kurt's murmurs, and Kurt finally breaks his stare and seems to take a few shuddering breaths. "Wow."
Puck snorts. "Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction."
Kurt lets a nervous giggle escape. "I'm a poster child for most expected to be gay, and you can share the poster for least expected."
"I was right!" Puck lets out a yell. "I knew there was something else going on there."
Kurt gets an alarmed look, his "oh shit" face. "I didn't tell you!" he insists.
"No, no," Puck agrees. "Just… Finn gave me this weird look and told me not to go developing a crush on Karofsky or something, which, ugh, gross, plus you know, he's such a douchebag. But then I… I don't know." Puck shrugged and then brightened a little. "Maybe I just have great gaydar!"
Kurt loses it at that point, full-out hysterical laughter, and it doesn't take much before Puck joins him, chuckling but less hysterical. Kurt straightens after a moment. "I'm sorry. It's just… yes. Karofsky's gay. I'm pretty sure Santana knows, as well."
Puck snorts. "I'm pretty sure Santana's gay, too."
"Mmm-hmm," Kurt agrees. "Big gay glee."
"Brittany's bi."
Kurt nods. "I think I can drive now." He maneuvers back into traffic.
"I'm not… I had a list of five people. I'm done telling people until I get out of this town."
"I don't blame you."
"Really?" Puck looks over at Kurt, surprised. "I thought you'd urge me to come out."
Kurt shrugs. "Call me jaded. Another guy in New Directions coming out is like painting a target on me, too. At least if Karofsky comes out, no one's going to say I infected him." His voice is bitter, and Puck feels a little sad.
"Oh." Puck frowns and squashes the impulse to reach across the console and take Kurt's hand.
"Sorry. I mean, yeah, I'd love to have everyone that is GLBTQ at McKinley feel safe coming out and do so, but realistically? It's not happening. I might, in fact, have a countdown until I leave next year."
Puck sighs heavily. "Me too. One way or another, I'm getting out of here." He frowns. "How many of us will, though?"
"To New York, or just out of Lima?"
"Both."
"Out of here? I think we all will. How far, I don't know. Now, New York? You, me, and Rachel. We have the most motivation. Dreams are good, but escaping is a whole 'nother level."
"Do you think they'll come back? After college?"
"I don't know." Kurt sighs a little. "Take Finn, for instance. He has no desire to go to New York. So he loses Rachel."
"Well." Puck says. "Rachel could choose him."
"And she'd be miserable," Kurt says with a shake of his head. "No, she'll go to New York. It'll break Finn's heart, but in the long run, it's better for both of them." He has a determined look on his face. "They'd both be so unhappy and bitter," he adds softly.
Puck nods after a moment. "If you love someone, let them go?"
"I tend to find that platitude ridiculous. In this case, though? Yes."
"I never actually thought I'd see a situation it applied to," Puck confesses. "Because it sounds so ridiculous."
"I love you! Good bye!" Kurt calls in a high pitched voice to a car passing by, and then he and Puck both laugh. Puck feels lighter than he has in months. Even though he has more to share at another time.
Kurt enters the house quietly; there was only light coming from the living room. He drops the two bags on the kitchen table and calls out softly, "Finn?"
"In here," Finn answers from the family room. Kurt can hear the TV at low volume, some indeterminable sporting event.
Kurt enters the room, glances dismissively at the TV, and settles on the opposite end of the couch. He doesn't say anything, just looks at Finn, head tilted to the side slightly.
Finn cuts his eyes between Kurt and the TV several times before saying, "What?" with a nervous laugh. "Did you wanna watch something else?"
Kurt laughs. "Sorry. It's just been an interesting day."
"Interesting? Didn't you go shopping or something?"
"Yeah, we went down to Dayton." Kurt pauses, because he's not sure how to bring this up. Not sure what Finn's going to say.
Finn looks at Kurt for just a second too long for his question to actually sound nonchalant. "You two buy anything good?"
"Oh, Puck needed new guitar strings, I got some more sheet music. I found a couple of good deals on the sale racks." Kurt shrugs. "Typical shopping trip." He purses his lips. "No, the interesting part was the drive home."
Finn continues to be overly interested in the game on TV. Kurt suspects it could have been cricket and held Finn's faux interest. "Yeah? You get lost coming home or something like that?"
"I think I might have removed a year or two off Puck's life when I pulled onto the shoulder from the left lane."
"Oh man," Finn says, breaking his I'm-disinterested-I-swear act. "You didn't hurt the Nav, did you?"
"Like I would hurt my baby!" All other thoughts temporarily vanish as Kurt defends his driving and his car.
"Yeah," Finn chuckles. "I guess that's about as likely as you driving to Dayton with Puck...to go shopping...at a mall."
Kurt narrows his eyes, but his voice is still teasing. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be?"
"Yup. Pretty much." Finn grins and turns back to the TV.
"I should get compensation."
"Yeah...I don't really know what that means, so unless you've got something interesting to tell me here, I'm gonna watch my game now."
Kurt snorts. "Like you actually enjoy rugby. And compensation means I should get paid."
“For what?”
"Turning you into a showcase of acceptance. Et cetera."
“Uh, you feel like sharing with the rest of the class?
Kurt shakes his head, because now he's thinking about gum. He always hated when teachers said that. He's pretty sure Finn's being deliberately obtuse, but he's still not sure what Finn's going to say. "Puck. And don't you dare start with saying I have you two confused, Finn Hudson."
"Wasn't gonna go there, bro," Finn says, putting his hands up like Kurt is pointing a gun at him. "Believe me."
"If you say so," Kurt says skeptically, then continues in his normal voice. "He said he told you."
"Puck tells me lots of stuff," Finn says, evasively.
"And you apparently ask him if he has unrequited love for Karofsky, in return."
"OhthankGod," Finn says in a rush. "I know it's like super important not to, what do you call it, out people? But man, it was getting hard to keep up with this conversation." He clicks off the TV and gives Kurt his attention. Relief is visible in the set of his shoulders and in his face.
"You did an admirable job," Kurt reassures him. "But... did you really laugh?" he asks incredulously, because part of him just has to know.
"I did," Finn confesses. "But I wasn’t being mean or anything. I wasn’t, like, laughing at him. It’s just, I could tell something was up and here he acted all put-out because I wasn’t more surprised.”
“Does everyone have better gaydar than me?” Kurt whines a little. "It was a bit surprising to me. Hence my impromptu stop on the shoulder." Kurt smiles wryly. "But it also kind of make sense. In a really strange and twisted way."
"I guess it doesn't really have to make sense for it to be true," Finn says. "But yeah, it kind of does...in a really, really strange way. I just don't want to see him get hurt or get into any trouble. I know how hard it was for you. Is for you."
"He said he wasn't telling anyone else," Kurt responds quietly. "I told him I didn't blame him."
"Me neither," Finn mutters, shaking his head. "I'm glad he told me, but I don't think everybody would take it as well."
"No." Kurt shrugs. "It's a little selfish of me. Anyone else in the school could come out, and it'd be hard. Someone else in New Directions comes out?"
"Why's that selfish?"
Kurt's voice goes deeper, clearly imitating some of the hockey players. "Hey, Hummel, you had to infect another one of your stupid little glee club?"
"That's stupid. Being gay isn't contagious."
Kurt smiles, because Finn's answer was so quick, so automatic. "You and I know that, but you know that some people at McKinley are idiots. I don't want to think what they might do, to be honest. I don't want to have to leave again."
"I don't want you to leave, either. None of us do," Finn says. "We're all ready to kick as much ass as possible to make sure that doesn't happen."
"I know you are, but if Puck came out? I don't know that anyone could stop it. I don't trust Figgins. Frankly, as much as we love Schue, even he's a bit oblivious when it comes to the level of bullying that goes on."
Finn sighs. "Well, whatever Puck decides to do, I've got his back. You know I'm not going to tell anyone."
"I know." Kurt grins devilishly. "And I, at least, promise not to make you feel like you're in a twisted version of The Sixth Sense: I see queer people."
An insane little giggle escapes Finn's mouth. "If that makes Puck Bruce Willis, I could go along with that. He was gay the WHOLE TIME and we didn't know it!"
Kurt joins in with a few giggles of his own. "Our life is completely insane, you realize that, right?"
Finn nods, still laughing. "Ok, we are definitely seeing if they have that streaming on Netflix."
"You check. I'll go make popcorn."
"They don't have it!" Finn calls into the kitchen.
"Oh, crud!" Kurt yells as he starts up the popper. "What do they have?"
“How about Boondock Saints?”
"Yeah, it came out the same year, I think," Kurt shrugs. "Sounds good." He disappears back towards the kitchen. His dad's asleep, which means he can use the butter he hides in the meat drawer, and plenty of it.