❝ not gonna lie, dude… you’re kinda putting a downer on my awesome new york city weekend. ❞ puck complained from his spot on the couch. blaine’s heartbreak was understandable, but puck had flown out to the city to cheer him up after kurt had called off the engagement. it was just the two of them. it seemed everyone had really moved on to doing their own things… it was sad really, but it was life. it went on.
❝ if there’s one thing i’m good for, it’s getting over people. come on. get dressed, gel your hair, get your bowtie on and let’s hit it. we’re getting drunk tonight, anderson. ❞
New apartment. New life he wasn’t sure how he was going to make work and hadn’t yet gotten to the Blaine Anderson We’re Gonna Make It phase everyone always expected from him two beats after any disaster. He wasn’t even unfinished unpacking by the time Puck came to help. Something Blaine was infinitely grateful for but having a hell of a time showing. It was during one of his quiet phases, where everything felt so not like the life he planned and overwhelming, Puck spoke up. “Sorry. I did it again,” he muttered before abruptly pausing. Puck was right. He was getting on his own nerves at this point. “Actually? That sounds great.” Getting out and doing something? That’s what Puck was here for. About time they did it? “Give me ten minutes.” He was already on his way to his bedroom, only pausing to look over his shoulder. “From here on out? New rule. No more downers. Promise.”
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