Kurt frowned as he hung up the last of his clothes, glad that his back was to Puck for a moment. "Then maybe you should go see Callie or something. Because I'm pretty sure she actually is your family, and that's more than what some people around here have."
For a moment he paused, then turned and made his way over to where he kept some plastic cups. "You never seemed much like someone that would care all that much about family time anyway," he said as he grabbed one of the red cups then made his way towards the one with stupid (in his opinion) hair, then pulled the bottle from his hands. "And if I'm going to have to put up with you being all drunk and emo, then I'm going to have to take some of this."
Kurt hated the fact that Puck had been drinking from the bottle as he poured some in the cup, but he just tried to tell himself that the alcohol would kill his germs.