Whatever Kurt was singing trailed off into an unpleasant squawk of surprise; he finally managed to get himself into his jersey and pursed his lips when he found Noah Puckerman coming out of the showers, very ... showered and not particularly dressed.
Whatever. He huffed out an irritated breath and turned his attention back to his locker, smoothing out the fabric of his jersey and twisting a little in front of the mirror he'd stuck on the door to make sure everything still fit fine. "Always a pleasure, Puckerman." He shrugged. "Honestly I'm not sure why I'm here at all, kicking your ass was so easy the first time around even any improvement on your part sets a spectacularly slow bar."