Corner of the counter. Which was exactly where Puck had left the bottle the last time he had used it. Glaring slightly, he pushed away from the bed he had been digging around underneath and turned to move for the bathroom again. He vanished inside for a few minutes, then returned with a dissatisfied look on his face. "Dude, it's not in there. Did you move it?" Puck might have been a sloppy guy, but he wasn't careless when it came to the things that he valued the most. That cologne was awesome. There was just something about that smell that made Puck feel all manly and cool. To have lost that...well, he didn't lose it, did he? It was around here somewhere. It had to be.
"Anyone come into our room?" Puck asked, shuffling across the room again in search of the precious bottle. He paused, turning to eye Kurt warily. "Did you let any of your little gay friends in here?" He would track down each and every one of them until he found his - aha! Diving for something underneath his bed, Puck both grabbed onto a bottle-shaped object and smacked his forehead against the wooden frame of the bed all at once. One hand rose to clutch at the sudden sharp pain, while the other pulled out an empty bottle of alcohol that had been buried away underneath the bed with all the rest of his hidden junk. Puck dropped the bottle and groaned, rubbing at the aching spot moodily.