puck.

       _{it was STRANGE being there. despite it having been a week and a half, he still sometimes felt like he was just in a weird friends-esque dream. living in the big apple with a bunch of high school friends ( at least until he was able to find an apartment of his own ). there was something about the city that felt strange – stranger than how it was when he was GOOFING OFF in LA. it wasn’t necessarily unpleasant – just different. maybe it was just the idea that nearly everyone he knew has ended up there in hopes of fulfilling their wildest dreams. new york was where that kind of thing happened, but it wasn’t the kind of thing he ever expected for himself. he didn’t even know what he wanted to come from the move. what his goal was. he was just kind of THERE, but surprisingly that didn’t bother him. he may not have known what he wanted, but he knew that the second he’d set foot off the subway, it felt right.}

   _{still, puck had been struggling to adjust to the hustle and bustle of city life. it was DIFFERENT somehow from the experience he’d had in los angeles. he wasn’t sure if it was because there were actually people he knew around to see whether or not he was fucking shit up, or doing things he shouldn’t be. then there was the very-likely possibility that it was because his time in la had been before finn had passed, and puck was arguably a very different person now than he was then. no matter what the reason was, he’d been slowly but surely figuring things out, but still found it hard to sleep at night. usually he was awake until his body gave in to exhaustion. he usually managed to do so without anyone waking up and QUESTIONING him about it.}

   _{he jumped at the sound of blaine’s voice, quiet but unexpected. he gave a shrug of a shoulder, and ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. ❛ nah, not really. i was just watching fresh prince. ❜ eyes shifted back towards the television, and once again the only sound filling the room was that from the tv ( and even that was soft, puck having turned the volume down, not wanting to wake any of them ). he looked over at blaine as he spoke up again, and he raised an eyebrow, picking up his phone to see the time. ❛ uh. sure ? ‘s a little late though. you aren’t tired ? ❜}

  _{he blew out a breath at the question, giving a small nod. that was for sure. ❛ little bit. not that it’s bad. i’m pretty happy here. plus this place is as badass as i am, so i know it’s the perfect place for me. it’s just a little different. ❜}

Blaine leaned back against the counter, palms pressed on the very edge, as he waited for the milk to heat up.  His attention shifted from Puck to the television, an AMUSED smirk curved the edges of his lips when he took note of Puck’s choice of mindless television to watch.  “When I was a kid?  I used to dance to the theme song of that show when it came on.  Pretty sure Cooper put me up to it as a means of entertaining himself but I guess I was having a great time regardless.  If the embarrassing video he took once tells me so.  One of many,” he added in with a mumble.  “I think he’s going to use it for bribing material if I ever go past him in the fame department.” His eyes narrowed and a brow jerked up.  “Although I’m pretty sure my mother has ones with him in them that are far worse.  Maybe I can bribe her into giving me a couple.  You know?  For a counter-bribe,” he grinned as he flicked the burner off.

Turning with a shrug, he snatched the pot off the stove and carefully filled the two mugs.  “Sort of but not really?  I’ve been up off and on for most of the night.”  Skirting around the counter and coming up to the couch, Blaine took a seat beside him and offered Puck one of the steamy mugs.  “This stuff is amazing.  Found it in a cafe near NYADA.  Probably not the best to help you sleep since, well, sugar but worth a shot?”

One bare foot lifted so he could prop his heel against the edge of the cushion, his mug was carefully held on top of a bent knee.  Laughing with a dip of his head in a nod, bright eyes read back and forth over Puck’s face.  “Yeah.  That’s a way of putting it.  As badass as you are is hard to match.  New York City is, probably, the only place that could even try.  It was up and down for me after the initial ‘Wow! I’m really here!’ period of the first week or two.”  To say he had some issues adjusting to several parts of his new life in this city was an understatement but no one was awake that he had to downplay it in front of.  

“Sorry.  I have no idea why I just decided to plop that in your lap.  Guess I just want to make sure you’re happy and it stays that way,” he finished with a careful sip keeping his focus on Puck over the edge of his mug as he did.