has the potential to be the ride from hell.

He ignored his phone when it went off. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t mention it.” He was surprised when Blaine slung his arm around his shoulders. Puck didn’t like being touched by other guys. Luckily for Blaine, he was going to let this slide. The man was clearly too drunk to think clearly. He shook his head in disgust as he looked over at Sam. This wouldn’t be the first time the blond had thrown up in his truck. And it probably wouldn’t be the last. He just prayed that when Mt. Evans was going to erupt, it wouldn’t be on him. “Yay,” he sarcastically replied. “We better get going. Help me with Sam?” He took Sam’s left arm and slung it over his shoulder, waiting for Blaine to do the same.

“Yeah we should get going.  Hey.  Has anyone told you that you’re a sturdy guy,” Blaine patted Puck’s chest and gave him an impressed pout while his head bobbed.  Yep. Three sheets to the wind was about two sheets ago.  Poor Puck was a Blaine Prop-Me-Up already. Swaying next to him as they walked, the shorter of the pair jutted his finger in the direction of the green tinted skinned blonde.  “You mean we’re taking him?”  Did he say that?  O think it? Was he a jerk in his head?  Or a jerk in real life? Pardon him for being buzzed and too honest. Sam throwing up on his sweater wasn’t the way he planned on ending tonight.  Uhm–He didn’t have a particular plan in mind?  Sam puking on him definitely wasn’t one.  Puck made the decision for both of them by slinging Sam’s arm over his shoulder and instructing Blaine to do the same. Blaine winced and found his center of gravity and babystepped to Sam’s right side.  “We got you, buddy,” he mumbled and hoisted Sam’s arm around himself.   Crossing Danger Zone of Sam’s front, he bent forward and gave Puck a thumbs up.  “Got him.  Lead the way before he gets greener.  If that’s even POSSIBLE.”  They both knew what it meant of Sam did.  Gross.