puck.

Puck smirked at Blaine’s statement. He wasn’t thrilled with driving ‘I’m about to puke Evans’ home either, but it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t just leave the blond at the party. That wouldn’t be right. He sighed after Blaine gave him the thumbs up and started walking towards the front door. He had to practically push teenagers out of the way so they could pass. Was everyone here wasted and blind? Kids these days.

When they got outside, Puck let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god! I swear if one more person got in my way, I was going to lose it. My truck’s right over there,” he told Blaine pointing over at the general direction of where his truck was parked. Sam was too far gone to notice or care. After walking over to his truck, he quickly unlocked it. “Here comes the fun part!” He opened the passenger side door and helped Blaine put Sam into the truck.

The chilly air was a welcome pick-me-up.  Hazel eyes dramatically rolled towards the sky overhead and he nodded in agreement mouthing a ‘thank you’ to the heavens above.  “You have no idea how much thank God I feel right now,” he mumbled across Sam’s chest to the poor soul taking most of Sam’s weight and probably some of Blaine’s on his worst misstep blunders.  “–Fun part–OH!”  Their way-too-drunk friend was halfway in when Blaine caught on. Perfect timing, too.

Sam’s foot got caught against the hump on the floorboards and he quickly leaned to push it to the other side.  Or they might’ve ended up with Sam toppling out onto the driveway. Blaine tossed Puck an ‘I hope this doesn’t backfire on me–literally–” stare as he climbed in, buckled up and fit himself snug against the door.  There would never be enough distance between him and the potentially sick Sam.  “I can give you directions to my house.  My parents aren’t home–theyneverare–,” insert drunken improperly timed blurted self-reveal, “Safer for him to pass out there instead of worrying his parents.”