Puck bit his lip when Blaine placed a hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if he liked this but before he could say anything, Blaine patted his shoulder and shoved his hand into his pocket. He was surprised when the other male started walking away. Where the hell was he going this late at night? Yeah, right. Puck was almost positive the minute Blaine was alone with Kurt, he’d tell him what had just happened between the two of them. It was almost like he could read Puck’s mind because right when he was thinking this, Blaine told him he wouldn’t tell anyone about their kiss. He was relieved to hear this. He didn’t have to worry about others finding out and making his life a living hell. “Blaine…you don’t have to go…When Sam wakes up in the morning, he’s going to need both of us.” Yeah, he’d blame Sam for the reason why he wanted the other teen to stay. It wasn’t because a part of him wanted to apologize and get back to kissing Blaine. Nope. That certainly wasn’t the reason. “A-and you don’t have to apologize. I get it. I’m hot. Who doesn’t want a piece of this?” He tried to smile, but it came out as more of a frown. He was trying to make things less awkward between the two of them. He wasn’t sure if what he was saying was having that effect though.
“We can forget that ever happened and–I–yeah..” Blaine was resigned to doing his first walk of shame for only kissing a person and already began walking backwards again now that he put Puck’s mind at ease the best he could by promising that this horrible mistake was going to be kept a secret. How lame. Most people did that when they had a way better story to tell than just kissing someone. But his was going to start out–okay it wouldn’t start out any way, shape or form. Secret remember? At least they had that going for them. Blaine could escape the embarrassment of making a grave error of judgement and Puck could escape being labelled as whatever the cruel kids at his school decided. Not that he deserved it. Or anyone did. Puck was just–they were just–victims of too much liquor and his idiotic mind. He was so hung up on beating himself up, Blaine barely heard him try to stop him. Once it sank in? Giving Puck a curious look stopped him in his tracks. “You want me to stay?” A small grin followed and he crossed his arms in a near protective way across his chest but the twinkle in his eyes began to spark back from where it guttered and died out. Maybe the twisting feeling in his stomach would stop if he laughed–and he did. Light and airy in spite of the persistent lump in his throat. Funny what some willpower and a dose of sarcastic self ego-inflation from Noah Puckerman could do. “Sure. That’s got to be it. Definitely,” he paused to chew on the corner of his bottom lip asking one more time just to make sure. “You really do want me here? You’re sure?”
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