He couldn't hide the smirk that spread over his face as Quinn praised his new, clean shaven look. Running his hand over the strip of his head where his mohawk used to be, he shrugged. "I couldn't keep the same damn haircut I had in high school forever, even though most of my high school years, I was pretty damn sure I would... Wait... Did you just say I look hot?" he asked, arching an eyebrow in question. "I mean, it's more professional, and they wouldn't have let me rock my hawk as a cop anyway. I really wanted to be a cop... protect people and stuff. Yeah, I get that. I'm the same with B. After what went down with me and Rachel, Blaine was the one who sort of stepped into my life at just the right time. I thought I'd never find my way again, and B was just there, bouncing around like an overexcited puppy and showing me that there was too much to live for to let my past tie me down." He grinned just a little at that with a shrug. "Yeah. A lot of people did. I think we're all glad that assumption was wrong."
"Yeah, I know. But if I weren't still a little evil, there'd be no Puck left in me at all," he teased, scratching at an itch on his bare shoulder... He seriously would've left his uniform on instead of shucking the shirt at the door and busting out a wifebeater like that if he'd known Quinn was going to be there. "Holy shit, are you saying he... You caught him jerking off?!"
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"Yeah, I know. But if I weren't still a little evil, there'd be no Puck left in me at all," he teased, scratching at an itch on his bare shoulder... He seriously would've left his uniform on instead of shucking the shirt at the door and busting out a wifebeater like that if he'd known Quinn was going to be there. "Holy shit, are you saying he... You caught him jerking off?!"