Freddy was feeling decently happy for once.

Freddy had an odd thing about him in that he remembered what happened when he was drunk much better than most. He remembered joking around and partying and just having a good time. He drank as much as he could(which really wasn't that much, he was more or less a light weight), and formed some rather hilarious moments with his friends. Freddy just had a good time, and was more or less content.

He looked at his clock, still basking in the after glow of a fun night out.

Oh shit.

"Paint huffing unholy son of Satan!" he swore, getting out of bed and very quickly taking his shower and dressing up. He had slept in late, almost to 10 o'clock. He had to hurry and start his day.

As he opened the door to leave his dorm room, time seemed to slow down. He only had a slight moment in which he'd noticed the door resisted his pushing more than it should, before he looked up. His jaw almost dropped, but he somehow had the presence of mind to shut it, and his eyes, tightly and look down. His hands shot up too late, as the bucket turned over and spilled it's glittery, gooey, colorful contents all over the perpetually angry individual.

After a few moments of shock, Freddy turned crimson red and shrieked out, "ROYCE PUCK GUYVERS!"

Freddy shoved Puck's door open. Puck was sitting up now, seeming quite happy. Freddy turned even redder in the face. 

"Sorry to interrupt your fucking AFTERGLOW after what was no doubt a wonderful night of love making, but can you please explain this god damned ART HERPES THAT IS ALL OVER MY BODY!?" Freddy shrieked.

Puck got up, and slowly strode over to him.

"No."

"No!?" Freddy snapped.

Puck took another step closer, now just an arm's length from Freddy, "No."

"God dammit Puck this is not freaking cool! This is so not cool that the very sun is looking in on this in jealousy saying, 'dayum son, I wish I was that not cool!'. It's so not cool that even the worst celebrity douchefucker would just sort of uncomfortably shuffle away, feeling disturbed by how not cool this is! It's so not cool-"

"No..." Puck said, stepping very close. His breath was on Freddy's lips, and his eyes were staring into his. Freddy sputtered and stopped. Puck had a pleading look in his eyes, and Freddy suddenly noticed Puck wasn't exactly fully dressed yet. The blood rushed to Freddy's cheeks, and then to somewhere else as Puck drew ever so close.

"No..." Puck said, "No homo."

Then he grabbed Freddy's pants and pulled them down.

Puck shot out of his room, swift as a ninja. Freddy stumbled over his pants, roaring out, "SWEET UNHOLY BUDDHA I AM GOING TO TAKE THIS GLITTER GLUE AND SHOVE IT SO FAR UP YOUR ANUS THAT IT'LL COAT YOUR TONGUE! NEXT TIME YOU'RE WITH THAEL HIS DICK WILL BE SO GLITTERY THAT PEOPLE WILL COME FROM THE 80S TO DANCE AROUND IT!"

Freddy pulled up his pants and rushed after Puck as he shrieked, fury lending strength to his leg muscles. Puck was swift and clever, but Freddy was being powered by sheer IMPOTENT FURY. He rushed with the speed of a cheetah in pursuit of its prey. Puck turned right and started going down a new hallway, and Freddy skidded to a stop to follow him down that hallway. Suddenly, Puck was on him, bowling him over and rushing away again. Freddy was knocked over, but he used the momentum to roll to his feet once more. He turned and rushed after Puck, glitter glue spattering on the floor. Puck stopped suddenly, and shifted right just as Freddy would have reached him.

Freddy collided, not with Puck, but with his history teacher. Freddy got more intimate with that teacher than he had with anyone else in his short life, as he failed to cancel his momentum and slammed into the man. They both fell over, Freddy coating the teacher's suit in glittery glue.

Puck was nowhere to be found.

"...Mr. Kang..." the teacher said.

"...Yes Mr. Dean?"

Long story short, Freddy was paying for the man's dry cleaning. 

Twenty minutes after the announcement over the PA, Freddy finally arrived, glue clinging to his face and hair, unfed, and furious.

"...Fuck Puck."