"You know what? You're right." Puck threw his hands in the air in resignation. "Keep your..." What did the British people say around there? Oh. Right. "Pansy arsed cologne. I don't need it. I could...I'm gonna go get my own. Then you can't take it away. And if you try?" Puck curled a hand into a fist and lifted it, somewhat threateningly. "I will kill you. No, that's not me exaggerating. It's enough that I've gotta put up with you, your stupid remarks, the way you sit around and do crap like - like that! With your nails! I don't want to put up with it. But I have to, because clearly I can't move anywhere else on campus right now without getting my own place and, goddamn it, I can't afford that shit right now. So just stay away from me, you understand?"
It was bad enough that he had to imagine Kurt's feminine hands on him all the time. He tried blocking it out with images of hotties like J. Lo, but it didn't work. Why didn't it work? He needed to invest in some serious Playboy. Maybe his head was fucked up. He needed the imagery.