Kurt had situated himself on his bed. Legs crossed stretched out and crossed at the ankle, his iPod playing Lada Gaga through the ear bud he placed in one ear (the headband type of headphones did horrible things to his hair), he was nice and comfortable. Not to mention filing his nails. Grooming was extremely important to him after all.
Plus, having something to do with himself whenever Puck was actually home, and even sometimes when he wasn't, kept Kurt from remembering that... thing that had happened. The thing that could easily be defined as the stupidest thing Kurt had ever done.
"The blue bottle?" he asked, sparing Puck only the quickest of glances while his face showed nothing of the inner smugness he was feeling at the moment. "Isn't it in the bathroom? Should be on the corner of the counter." Kurt knew exactly where it went. He was the one that cleaned up the bathroom more often than not. He couldn't stand an area being messy where he was trying to get clean.