One person pity party? Was that what this was called? Puck grumbled something incoherent under his breath and took another swig from the bottle. In that moment, he decided to turn the unfortunate collision of new company into something pleasant. Every time Kurt did something gay, he'd drink. Drinking games. Awesome.
He was hanging his clothes up. Gay move number one: no straight dude would ever care enough about their clothes to hang them up right away, new or not. Puck tipped his headback and took a drink. "No," Puck growled, "I'm celebratin'." He nodded to the menorah and ran a hand over his face. "S'family time."