Once more, Kurt rolled his eyes before taking another sip of the drink in his hand. "I never know if it's you talking crap or you just being genuinely stupid," he said, a slight smirk on his lips as he leaned back against the wall and crossed his legs at the ankle. "It's not your fault though. You were probably dropped on your head a few too many times as a child."
But the comment about Callie made Kurt sigh a bit. "Either way, it's still more than what a lot of people around here have. And she thinks of you as her father." Which was certainly weird. Honestly, the girl was Kurt's age, and not much younger than Puck himself. "But, maybe you can get her to revise that to big brother at some point or something. You aren't exactly the father type."