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Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]
Puck lounged on a sofa, a few boxes of Chinese food before him, as he flipped aimlessly through channels before finally settling on VH1 to watch the Top 100 Worst Songs ever, or something.
He wasn't all that interested, honestly, but it was something to have on in the background while he conducted a little experiment he called, "Does food really attractcute girls people to common rooms?"
Puck being Puck, cooking was out of the question unless everyone wanted something flambé. So he had purposely gotten way more food than he would normally eat (though, you know, it was Chinese food. He'd still eat it in an hour if no one showed.) and set in to wait. Meanwhile, some horrible band with frizzy hair squalled away on the television.
He wasn't all that interested, honestly, but it was something to have on in the background while he conducted a little experiment he called, "Does food really attract
Puck being Puck, cooking was out of the question unless everyone wanted something flambé. So he had purposely gotten way more food than he would normally eat (though, you know, it was Chinese food. He'd still eat it in an hour if no one showed.) and set in to wait. Meanwhile, some horrible band with frizzy hair squalled away on the television.

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"Having a feast?" he asked, giving Puck a nod.
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Not that he was afraid of not fitting his suit but, well, he hadn't thought about it and now he was.
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"What the fuck is that?" That was probably supposed to be who, but under the hair who could really tell.
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"Expecting people to join you for this assualt on your eardrums?" Yeah, yeah, didn't look like she was going anywhere fast. Shh.
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... Well, it was! Completely different.
"I could do better than this." And she wasn't exactly a musical girl.
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Kurt did a goofy little dance as he headed over to the food.
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"Tell me you're sharing."
Hey, she'd been at boarding school all her life. It was a rule
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