puck.

Puck hadn’t realized that Blaine had stopped walking which almost caused Sam to fall over by the time he realized what had just happened. He looked over at the blond wondering what his friend had just mumbled. He frowned at Blaine’s idea. “Okay, so I have a few water bottles in my truck, but that would mean leaving ya alone with Sam for like a minute. Is that okay with you?” He didn’t want the brunet to feel like he was abandoning him by leaving him with Sam. If Blaine wasn’t okay with this, he wasn’t sure how they’d get water to the blond before he got sick.

“Yeah–yeah.  Sure.  Go get some,” Blaine was already moving into motion cringing as he took over and stepped in front of Sam to prop him up.  Staring up at the tall blond as he motioned with a tick of his chin back to Puck’s truck for the mohawked “badass” to go grab those water bottles.  How’d he end up like this?  Still pretty well gone himself but having to manage the best he could because someone else was about to fall over if he moved an inch?  Oh! Yeah!  Cheap booze and even cheaper wine coolers to wash it down.  Mental note? Never mix the two again. Ever.  Hazel eyes rolled towards the dark sky overhead and he said a prayer to whoever was listening that his doing someone a favor would be enough good karma not to end up getting thrown up on.  He was owed that much, right?  “Keep maintaining, Sam.  You’re doing great. Don’t make me regret this?  Okay?  Pretty please?”  Desperate enough to take the bob of Sam’s head as a nod–Blaine warily trusted his friend to uphold his near blackout drunk promise.