puck.

It had taken them a good half-hour to get Sam into Puck’s apartment and then into the teen’s bed. Exhausted, he leaned against a wall. They’d been chatting for quite awhile about various topics including what it was like to be a Warbler. He’d never want to go a private school, especially one that didn’t have any girls. Suddenly, Blaine knocked into him, causing Puck to slam his head against the wall.

Staring into Blaine’s hazel eyes, Puck felt his heart rate increase. He’d never noticed how beautiful the other man’s eyes were. He quickly looked away, focusing on the other’s lips, which didn’t slow down his heart at all. In fact, it made it beat even faster. He hoped the bow-tie wearing teen couldn’t feel his heart beat. They were awfully close to one another. What happened next completely caught him off guard. One second he was staring as Blaine’s lips and the next they were kissing. He closed his eyes for a moment. This couldn’t really be happening. He must be having one of those dreams that left him angry and confused when he woke up the next morning. His eyes grew wide as the kiss intensified. He shouldn’t be enjoying this…but he was. When they finally broke apart, he had to take a moment to catch his breath. He hadn’t experienced a kiss like that in a really long time. Scratching his head, Puck stared at Blaine, not sure what to say. “…mistake,” he replied, finishing the man’s sentence. “Ya do know I’m straight, right?” He could feel his chest tighten as the words left his lips. He was confused and scared that Blaine could see right through him. No straight guy kissed another guy like that. For a second, he felt like crying. He couldn’t admit out loud the feelings he was experiencing. Noah Puckerman couldn’t, shouldn’t like guys. If he told Blaine he enjoyed the kiss and wanted them to continue, life would never be the same. He had a reputation to uphold after all. He was the sex shark who chased women, not men. What would people say if they found out he had just been kissed by a guy? He knew the abuse Kurt had gotten when he first came out. Puck definitely didn’t want that to happen to him.

‘Mistake.’

Blaine let Puck finish when the words he wanted to say fell off his tongue in utter silence.  He was still swooning, buzzed and could swear that there was an aftertaste of beer, liquor and a flavor he couldn’t quite put a finger on but would be hard pressed to say was bad in his mouth. He wasn’t sure he wanted to forget what it tasted like just yet.  Speaking would have stolen it away and who knew what he’d say anyway?  His brain was too fuzzy for anything brilliantly bright.  On top of that?  Two seconds ago–he was kissing Puck.  Noah Puckerman.  Poster Boy of–Purposefully Gruff But Don’t Mess With My Friends– Straight Jock.  As Puck just reinstated a little too quick lacking a whole lot of conviction, so much that the sound of wishfully unnoticed guilt drew Blaine’s brows towards one another and a squinted glance up at the other boy from where he’d been staring at the floor.

There were tears in Puck’s eyes and Blaine’s heart fell knowing that he was the reason why they were there.  Maybe not the whole reason, but he was a huge catalyst. Wasn’t he?  –I’m not going to be the one to make you doubt yourself.  Don’t worry.–  Blaine’s mouth hung open and hazel eyes read back and forth over Puck’s darker, troubled stare.  In a deep sigh–Blaine deflated.  Embarrassment and guilt for a stumbling, slightly drunken kiss managing to muck up the night pushed Blaine’s lips together and a shaking hand reached out to clasp Puck’s shoulder.  It only took him a blink or two of it only resting there to remember what he was doing and deliver the pat he intended instead of the squeeze that happened at first.  “Yeah.  I know.” On that note?  Seeing as how as soon as his hand pulled back and hung awkwardly at his side before he shoved it in his pocket because he was starting to fidget? Blaine turned his shoulder towards the hall that lead to the living room. Most importantly?  The door.  No use in making Puck even more uncomfortable by sticking around. “I should go.  Pretty sure I can take Kurt up on his previous offer to crash at his place since it isn’t that late yet.”  He walked only two steps back and paused feeling his heart thundering in his ears as he dropped his voice to a whisper, lips curved into a torn grin.  “I–um–won’t tell anyone.  If that’s what you’re worried about–don’t.” He huffed, cheeks pink as he waved his free hand by his hip.  “I’m not that guy.  I’m really sorry, Puck.”  His stomach twisted and he flinched at the ache.  “It’ll never happen again.”