This quote fits the situation perfectly, he thinks, as he settles on the couch. He’s glad he got that particular fortune cookie the night before, what with the sniveling mess beside him. He snatched the remote from Finn and turned the TV down.
“Dude, be an optimist. There doesn’t seem to be much use in being anything else,” he said as he nudged Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt looked at him, eyes slightly red and scoffed. “Get that from a fortune cookie?” he asked snidely.
“Course,” Puck shrugged a shoulder easily. “Chinese last night with my ma,” he said and grinned.
Kurt snorted and shook his head. Finn nudged him, “That’s actually good advice,” he said.
“What would I do then?” he frowned, “I only applied to NYADA,” he frowned to himself.
They sat thinking as the sappy black and white movie (Puck couldn’t remember the name of) played in the background. He snapped his fingers. “Ditch Blaine and come on a roadtrip with me,” Kurt stared at him, eyebrow raised, and Puck shifted under the stare. “What?”
“You want me to dump my boyfriend and go on a road trip with you?” he said slowly, “What vehicle do you have? Do you have any money? Where would we go? What would we do? Have you thought of any of this?” his voice rose with every question. Puck took that as a win, because it seemed like Kurt actually pondered it before his minute outburst.
Puck frowned at Kurt. “We can ask your dad for your ride back, I’ve got some money—enough to get us a fair way at least, and I know you gotta have some money stashed away, and everything else is up to debate,” he shrugged and grinned. “You in?”
“You want me to dump Blaine.”
“Hey, if we’re on a roadtrip, there’s no telling what we might get up to—you could be swimming in the cock-,” Finn choked on his drink he happened to take, Puck and Kurt ignored him, “On this trip,”
Kurt’s ears turned red, but he kept the frown on his face. “Blaine and I have been through a lot together,”
“Yeah, I guessed—I mean, he took Tony, even though you wanted it. He kissed Rachel-,”
“They were drunk and we weren’t together!”
“So?” Puck shrugged. “I don’t know, man, I like Blaine and all but he’s a shit boyfriend if you ask me,” he pushed Finn, “Right? I mean, we’re ones to talk, right? If we’re saying he’s a shit boyfriend, then he must be a shit boyfriend,”
“I’m not a shit boyfriend,” Finn said with a pout.
“Dude. Don’t get me started,” Puck rolled his eyes. Everything paused for a minute as he tried remembering what they were talking about in the first place. He snapped his fingers in remembrance. “We are going on this road trip.”
Kurt sighed. “I really don’t want to,”
“Uh, yes. Yes you do. Because you were just rejected from your school, and we have a whole summer of screwing around before we have to become ‘responsible adults’, and ‘get jobs’, and ‘give a fuck’. We have to do this. Hell, Finn can come along too, if he wants!”
“Wait, I wasn’t invited already?” Finn asked, eyebrows pulling together.
“No, asshat, this was a me-Kurt thing, but nowyou’re invited because I’m an awesome bro like that,”
The two stared at him and he shrugged.
“Come on.”
Kurt chewed his lip before nodding slowly. “We take a day trip.” He said finally, after another pause. “If we don’t kill each other, then we’ll go on a road trip for the summer,” he looked to Finn. “Deal?”
Finn and Puck looked at each other, nodded, and shook Kurt’s hands. “Where to?”
