Puck was very close to leaping up and strangling him. Kurt had gotten cocky - well, fuck, he didn't mean to phrase it that way - and smug. He was beginning to think that he could get away with being a punk around him without getting his ass kicked as a consequence. There were consequences for pissing a guy like Puck off. He as a football player. Not only that, but he was the type of football player that geeks...they used to be afraid of him. All before Glee club started. Now that he hung out with them and was sort of part of their crowd, things were different. Puck was beginning to think that was a really sucky, lame thing on his part.
And he would have taken some time to really think harder on it, too, if not for one little thing that kept him from doing so.
You're not going to find it.
Straightening up, Puck looked across the room to where Kurt was sitting. He was happily filing away at his girly fingernails (seriously, who the fuck even did that?) acting like everything was perfectly calm and okay. Everything was not perfectly calm and okay. "What do you mean, I'm not gonna find it? What did you do?"