Puck paused. Just briefly. Kurt had bought him the cologne? The cologne that he had found on his bed randomly around Christmas? It didn't have a name on it. Besides being addressed to him, that was. Puck had always assumed that some random chick had gotten it for him. Some pretty girl he had met at a party, looking to get in his pants or something. Not the fag he shared a room with. That was...Puck wasn't sure if he felt sick by it or not. The cologne that he wore, almost obsessively, on a daily basis being delivered by the guy that he really, really didn't like. He was also the guy that he had accidentally slept with, which only proceeded to make matters all the more worse.
Scowling sharply, Puck folded his arms across his chest and stopped looking for the bottle entirely. If Kurt had it, he'd just have to take it back through force. But first, he wanted to know why he had bought it for him. What was the point in purchasing something for someone that he so often called names and rolled his eyes at? Yes, Puck noticed the eye rolling. It was probably one of the more annoying things that Kurt did.
"Why'd you buy me cologne? Is that a come on?" Puck slapped a hand to his forehead, immediately wincing as soon as his palm struck the very same spot he had smacked against the bedframe earlier. "Ugh, no. No! I'm not - we are not doing that..."