( mssg » puck | sent) you knwo what’s crazy? likecrazier than crazy? ( mssg » puck | sent) That you and me? we barely talk when I think that we have mroe in common than we realize. ( mssg » puck | sent) I was sittign here thinking and I was liek out of all the people who would probably GET IT t ( mssg » puck | sent) hat person would be you. you know? ( mssg » puck | sent) I’m here drinking by myslef whe I could be drinking with a friend who undrestands and would probably appreciate twof or one Sunday properly for a chanrge. ( mssg » puck | sent) that friend is you by the way. youshould come here.
The entire room was decked out in so much pink and red, he felt like he was stuck inside one of those ads for those love sex motels out in the Poconos. Yes, it was a Valentine’s Day but did they really have to make the entire place look like a kleenex box he decorated in fifth grade for his classmates to stuff cheap store bought cards into? Wow, his mood was sour. Blame it on his favorite holiday taking a swing back to GAP Attack status. Thank God the bartender behind the bar didn’t seem to care the slightest about how fake an i.d. looked judging by the glasses of wine he saw Santana and Quinn flashing earlier.
They inspired him to give his own try a go. Two glasses of merlot to nurse away smiling through his song on stage and he was just on the okay this is getting better side of a mood change thanks to the inspiration of the contents of his glass. And his newfound company that saddled up to the bar beside him. The crowd was starting to die out. Two by two, Blaine watched his friends disappearing towards the lobby of the hotel towards points rather obvious. Non-stop jokes and sardonic comments from Puck had him laughing at the latest and greatest. A nonchalantly spoken, ‘I’d totally fuck you,’ to his comment about how he and Puck were doomed to be the only ones gettingunlucky tonight and how unfair it truly was.
The chuckle died out on his tongue when he noticed that Puck was watching him, his eyes still lit up with his own half-laugh until neither one of them were laughing anymore. Their eyes met (because Blaine caught himself staring not at the twinkle he admired a beat ago but the way Puck’s mouth was curved–what was going on in Puck’s mind?)–he did not expect his stomach to feel like he’d just went over the rest of the world’s tallest rollercoaster. Free-falling and light as air. Just like the tone of his voice when he heard himself say..
“I..um.. I have a room..” Loop one put his heart in his throat. Yes, he just said that..
( sms to: blanderson ) Yeah, that’s right. When i see you I’ll give you a real one too. ( sms to: blanderson ) Oh yeah? What’s the most exciting thing you’ve done recently? Singing Lady Gaga at karaoke night instead of Katy Perry? ( sms to: blanderson ) Bite me dude. ( sms to: blanderson ) Laziness. I so don’t want to move.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) That’d be rude but I’ve come to expect it from you. Especially when you’re Mr. Hungover Grumpy Pants. That finger sticks up so often, I get checked for a nervous tick if I were you. ( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I don’t think I’ve had it directed at me before so it’s about time it’s my turn. ( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I do more than karaoke, thank you very much. Our versions of fun are just different. You prefer to face plant into shrubbery. I prefer to make sure the events of my evenings do not end up with me getting tangled in a bush. To each his own.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) I guess you could turn your bed into a bath before you try moving. I’d suggest that seeing as how you’re going to be sore as heck after sleeping curled up on cold porcelain all night.
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Maybe I wouldn’t suck if you would be quiet. ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) You’re like a goddamn disney princess running around here singing every morning. No one is that happy in the morning. ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Are you gonna act all hurt all day now?
( mssg » puck | sent ) I’m being quiet now. See? Why are you still texting me if you wanted to go back to sleep? That’s counterproductive to doing that. Don’t you think? ( mssg » puck | sent ) Says you. Maybe some of us are happy in the mornings. You might be if you didn’t spend most of the night hugging a beer. Or drank water like I did before falling asleep. You never listen. ( mssg » puck | sent ) …That answer is yet to be determined.
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (roll, 1: a shy kiss)
How they ended up like this? Blaine wasn’t sure he could remember gathering up the nerve to get remotely close enough to be breathing in a cologne that often left traces in the bathroom or in Puck’s wake when he rushed out the door. The smell was something he was getting used to. To the point that Blaine knew if or when Puck decided to stop crashing at his apartment? He’d end up missing it when it was gone. One second they were laughing about something Blaine’s brain lost all function of remembering the details of. Television was involved and that was about the only step to this point Blaine might be able to piece together if asked.
Couldn’t blame him for being, well, lost and his attention solely on something else entirely. Because here he was collapsed back onto the sofa after nudging Puck hard enough that the one he got back knocked him backwards. Combined with his refusal to let Puck change the channel and clinging to his wrist in an attempt to wrestle the remote away resulting in bringing Puck along for the ride. A haze drifted into his gaze, lips that were open from his chuckle remained that way. Only his smile faded and he felt his tongue move across his bottom lip making the air that was getting increasingly hard to breath run cold over his skin.
His grip tightened enough he could feel Puck’s pulse under his fingertips, lashes lowered but did nothing to veil where his gaze had drifted off to. Puck’s mouth seemed to draw him in. The huff of a laugh was futile. Weak and breathless and not really a laugh at all. So, he stopped it dead in it’s tracks by gathering some steel resolve nerve he didn’t know he had (or was fueled by the courage of two beers) and inching up until their lips barely grazed one another and he could taste Puck’s breath and skin and..oh damn it.. His gaze flicked up, he lingered close enough one flinch would let him do it again, gone but just checking if he’d just made a horrible mistake.
( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) Could you shut the fuck up for like 5 seconds ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) No one wants to hear you belting last friday night on snapchat ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) So I definitely don’t want to hear it in person ( sms → katy anderperry → sent ) I’m hungover trying to sleep and you suck. Shut up
( mssg » puck | sent ) Um. I guess I should have looked at your message before I finished that song then. ( mssg » puck | sent ) I apologize for waking you up. It’s hard to keep track of how many hangover mornings that turn into hangover-almost-noon’s before I can move around (or sing) like I live here we’re going to have this week.
( mssg » puck | sent ) I wouldn’t say I’m the only one who sucks this morning, Puck. Fine. I’ll shut up. Go back to sleep.
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 entertaininghimself 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.
❛ THAT’S RIGHT. l e g i t. don’t let it go to your head, though. ❜ he knocks back another shot almost immediately after it’s placed in front of him, nodding at the bartender in acknowledgement. ❛ i can’t help it that hummel doesn’t have good tastes, man. haters are gonna hate – you just gotta ignore ‘em. ❜
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” Says the guy who went from ‘wow, really?’ to sitting a bit more straight backed on his barstool immediately after earning the Puckerman Seal Of Approval on his wardrobe choice. Blaine stole the chance to take another drink from his beer while Puck downed his (they both lost count of how many-ith) shot for the night. “Haters gonna hate. No truer words have ever been spoken.” Huffing a laugh, he gave Puck a wry grin and a playfully suspicious glare. “As long as you don’t say his lack of good tastes pertains to significant others, too? I appreciate the compliment. Almost as much as I appreciate the free beer. Thanks, by the way.”
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