Puck grinned when Blaine laughed. He was relieved that things appeared to not be so awkward between the two of them. He nodded his head. “Yes, Blaine, I want you to stay. Like I said before, Sam’s gonna need both of us in the morning. I definitely don’t want to deal with Evans hungover on my own. ‘Specially if he throws up in my bed.” He grimaced and made a face before he walked over to his couch and took a seat on it. “So, uh, why don’t ya take a seat next to me on my couch and we can talk. Or watch a movie. I’m still kinda wired and don’t see myself sleeping anytime soon.” He wasn’t about to admit that the reason why he was wired was because of their kiss. If he admitted that, wouldn’t it send mixed signals to Blaine? They’d probably end up having a heart-to-heart conversation and he certainly didn’t need that to happen. He’d had enough of those occur during glee club to last him a lifetime.
“If he throws up? I’m not sure of how much use I’m going to be to you but,” his eyes softened and he let the smile he made sure to give Puck as a means of making him feel better and believe him when he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone widen. “Yeah! Yeah. I’ll stay.. Thank you,” he squeezed his palms together and blew out a breath he’d been half-holding since their mouths parted and he realized what he did. In spite of his laugh–he hadn’t properly breathed since. Hey, realizing you just managed to kiss a straight guy is a good reason to not be able to breathe. –No. Relax. Puck said it was okay–so–stop making it into not okay.– Blaine gave Puck a would-be lighthearted if he could shake away the twinges of guilt out of his twisting stomach
shrug. But? All it seemed to be was Blaine hesitantly agreeing to stay when he was still somewhat unsure if things really were as okay as Puck made them out to be. Would he change his mind once Blaine left and hate him? God, he hoped not. Puck was actually a pretty likeable guy. Worrying about him hating him for this wasn’t something Blaine could help. A worry that was put to ease when he was offered a seat and crossed over to take it. Talk? Puck wanted to talk? He didn’t seem the talking type so this instantly piqued Blaine’s curiosity. Watching his feet–Blaine toed off his shoes not looking up as he asked softly, “What would you like to talk about?”
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