“Damn right it’s a good pitch! But dude, we’re in high school. Most of the parties we go to will have alcohol. If you’re so worried about getting shit-faced, pace yourself. Or just limit yourself to one drink. Ya can’t get too drunk with only one drink…right?” Puck wasn’t sure how fast Blaine got drunk. He might be a lightweight. He chuckled at Blaine’s question. “Ya know, that’s a really good question and I wish I had an answer for ya. All I know is that I’m glad I’m not Mr. Schue. Having to deal with all of our teenage drama must drive him crazy! Oh and to be fair, the wanting to drown someone only happened once. It involved Santana and Rachel, but for a completely different reason. Mr. Schue was sick or something and Rachel decided that that day’s lesson should be her. Santana basically wanted to kill Rachel, who freaked the fuck out. It was quite amusing.”
“Trust me, from the sound of it? He doesn’t do much to get involved when there’s real drama happening. So, I’m sure he’s fine..,” Blaine let his thoughts slip in his buzzed haze before he could put a stop to them. Rolling his lips between his teeth and pinching them down with a soft bite, he effectively shut himself up so he could regain his foggy common sense. Letting them go to form an apology, he murmured under his breath. “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have said that outloud. Just seems like he’s pretty good at cherry picking what to get involved with and not to. Bad taste in my mouth after my old school and what happened with Kurt there. Anyway! Do you have a beer or maybe more water? I’m fine with either one and they’d be great to shut myself up before I insult the leader you guys love so much again. Not the impression I want to give off. I would have loved to see what Santana must have looked like when she was about to go murderous though,” he chirped in quickly to change the subject, “Rachel must have been terrified.”
pianokeysandbowties back up 