Hand rubbing at the carefully aligned row of hair atop his head, Puck shouldered his way into his dorm room and moved over to where his belongings were stashed. He didn't bother greeting Kurt or passing him any sort of gesture that made it visible that Puck was aware of his presence or even cared that he was there; no, Puck merely trudged on, threw his closet door open, and began to rummage around inside for something to wear. There was no way that he was going to openly initiate conversation between himself and the fag. If he could avoid talking to him, he would.
Because, really, their regular banter wasn't cutting it. Even when they were ripping each other a new one, Puck still felt that awkward feeling he got whenever he bothered sparing the little guy a look. It was hard, not thinking about what had happened that night.
It was also better to not think about it as well. So Puck tried not to. Even if it seemed next to damn near impossible most of the time.
Plucking up a blue t-shirt, Puck pulled it up and sniffed at it. Seeming satisfied with the fact that it didn't smell like it was something dead, he threw it over his shoulder and walked over to the bathroom. Even then, he didn't bother looking at Kurt. He just moved into the bathroom and began to prepare himself for an outing. He'd met a few people around that seemed cool enough to hang out with - people that weren't Kurt shaped - and he was eager to get the hell away from the dorms and out where he could pretend he hadn't screwed someone like...like him. So getting ready quickly? It was the most ideal option.
It was also the way that he usually chose to get dressed. Quickly. Puck didn't much care what he was wearing when he went out or how well it was thrown on. He was already hot. The only thing that he really needed was a squirt or two of cologne. Of which...he could not find. Assuming that he had left it back in the dorm room somewhere, Puck move back to his side of the room and began searching for it. Not under the pillow, not under the bed...
"You see my cologne anywhere?" Finally, a few words. Not that he wanted to imitate them, but he did need that cologne. It was his favorite.