And once, when faced with a particularly insistent first grade teacher, who was shameless and handsy and badly dressed, Kurt resorted to holding Puck's hand. In public. While Puck's hands were ink stained and he had smears on the knees of his holey jeans from playing in the grass. "Oh," Kurt had been forced to say, "are you doing another segregate interview? I thought we'd decided to suck it up and ask Rachel Berry, so your mother can at least have one of her life-long wishes for you." Of course, it wasn't that he was jealous of her. He just didn't want any confusion. No, really. No, Puck, that was all it was. Honestly.