puck.

“And what exactly have you heard?” Being popular was fun and all but the constant rumors drove him crazy. Yes, he slept around. Who wouldn’t if they were as good looking as Puck was? But, he sometimes wished people would leave him alone. “Only okay? Dude, I’m fucking awesome!” He chuckled as they began their walk to the apartment complex. With each step, he grew more and more concerned that Sam might throw up. He prayed that if the blond did indeed vomit, he would do it before they got inside. He was grateful that Blaine was there with him. Having to get Sam to his place all by himself would have been extremely difficult, if not impossible. “Sam doesn’t look so good. Maybe we should stop.” They were about halfway through the parking lot. He didn’t actually want to stop, but the idea of Sam throwing up on either one of them quickly changed his mind.

“Mm. Not sure if you wanna hear everything I’ve heard, Puck.”  Blaine grinned only wobbling slightly as he got his footing a bit more on the sure side using poor drunk Sam as a leaning post while dragging him along.  He had to wonder if he was helping the situation?  Or putting more work on Puck but they seemed to be managing alright?  Why not just keep on going?  “Huh–,” he was jarred out of his train of thought by the suggestion that they should stop.  Blaine took it literally and just–stopped.  Sam staggered and swayed, moaning something he couldn’t make out.  Cautiously giving him a once over with an overly concerned pout–Blaine tentatively reached up and tucked a strand of blonde behind Sam’s ear and studied his profile trying to gauge by the increasingly green tint to his skin how long they had before they were gifted with the miracle of Sam keeping it all down.  Or the opposite.  Which, sorry Puck, would have Blaine relinquishing any support he was giving Sam while he got the hell out of the way.  “Breathe, buddy.  I think he needs some water.”  With a diagnosis like that?  He should become a doctor someday!