"Yeah." He wasn't wrong about that. Calllie was his kid. His and Quinn's. Fuck, what was he supposed to do with her? Raise her? Wasn't she already raised? What did these people want from him? Puck gripped at the side of his head, fingers smoothing over the shaved part of his hair. "Yeah, she is. But I don't know her, man -" Puck frowned, peering over at Kurt suspiciously. "- girl. Man. Whatever the hell you are." Sometimes Puck could mistake him for a chick. If he squinted, anyway.
"You don't know the first thing about me, Hummel," Puck muttered, looking up to find the gay kid prying the bottle from his hands. He would have punched him in the face right then and there, but he simply wasn't in the mood. Kicking Hummel's ass just wouldn't be as satisfactory as usual. He sighed, unevenly swiping the bottle away as soon as Kurt finished pouring.