He...what? Puck dropped his hands to his sides, staring at Kurt in annoyance. "What do you mean, you took it back? You can't just take my crap, man." He stepped forward, fingers curling into fists. He might not have taken a swing at Kurt in a long while, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable of it. And as of now? Puck was itching to do some damage to his funny shaped head. Also perfectly groomed. Seriously, why did he always have to look like that? The annoying, pain in the ass perfectionist. Why couldn't he be like everyone else? Why bother him so much? And why, oh why, couldn't he have gotten stuck in a room with someone who didn't bother him as much as Kurt did?
"That was a gift. To me." For someone who preached on so much about pissing people off and how bad it was, he sure did a lot of it. "It's not for you. Give me my cologne back."
Seriously, where did he get off?
Then again, maybe this was his way of getting off. Because Puck sure as hell wasn't going to go there again.