Shit. Puck was supposed to pick the topic. He bit his lip, unsure of what to ask. There were so many things they could talk about, but the question he really wanted to ask was ‘When did you realize you were gay?’ It was something he’d been struggling with for awhile. Maybe talking to someone who had gone through a similar experience would help Puck. He was too afraid to ask the question though and instead said,
“Uh…tell me some more about yourself. I really don’t know much about ya, Blaine. Other than the fact that you go to Dalton, wear bowties, are friends with Sam, can sing your ass off, and are gay.” He was about to add and a good kisser too but decided not to. Admitting that would confuse everything and then he’d have to say things he wasn’t sure he was ready to talk about.
Not expecting to be asked so much about himself–Blaine blinked a few times as he toed off his shoes and swung his legs up onto the couch underneath him. By the time he settled in–he was curled up into the corner and letting his head rest along the crease. The room was still a little spinny and having something steady to rest it against helped with the dizziness. Unexpected or not, nevertheless, he smiled wide and blushed but shrugged easily and thought over how he was going to answer. “I’m more friends with Kurt but Sam’s a nice guy and I’m glad I met him. I only didn’t want to leave him passing out where he’d end up in trouble in the morning if his parents found out. Thank you for saying I can sing. That means alot,” and by the soft way he stated his gratitude there was a humbleness that said he wasn’t being the slightest bit facetious about honestly being thankful that someone liked the way he sang. “Um–so what else,” he glanced at the ceiling making an ‘uhh’ noise. “I like comic books. There’s that. I don’t drink very often but I’m starting to think you all may think I do seeing as how both times I’ve hung out with all of you together–I’ve gotten drunk,” he grinned jokingly but where was the lie? God, he hoped he didn’t look like some deviant alcoholic After School Special case. Did he?
“I ride horses. Polo–actually.” It was all surface talk but that’s what people getting to know one another did–yeah? He wasn’t going to dig deeper than that seeing as how he already had one ‘that shouldn’t have happened’ moment with the other boy. Laughing as he rocked his head against the sofa–Blaine lifted his hands with his fingers curled up lightly in a gesture of peace and friendship.
“And–nope–still not going to run back to The Warblers and dish dirt on you guys. Which I’ve been asked twice tonight. How about you? I know next to nothing about you. Other than you seem like a nice guy, you like football and you reluctantly joined New Directions which judging by how you are with them? I don’t think it was that reluctant and you honestly like being there.” He left out the other things Kurt told him. Because they weren’t all that polite to share for reasons he’d rather just let his thoughts skim past and skip over entirely.
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