“AH”

PIN MY MUSE
1. unf  2. dont 3. ugh Timestamp: 2016-05-09 09:04:49 UTC

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

@theoriginalbadasspuckerman

A little too much is a saying that can get anyone into a whole heap of trouble. A little too much fun can end up with a trip to the Emergency Room.  A little too much love can end with a broken heart when you’re the one left behind.  A little too much this, a little too much that and who knows what world of hurt can be thrown your way.  For instance?

A little too much alcohol. Blaine was probably just the right amount of drunk.  Not too much to make his judgement totally off kilter–though what he was about to do might argue the exact opposite of that statement–but just enough that he was fueled by liquid courage to the point where this seemed like a ‘good idea’.  They’d fallen against the wall after tucking Sam away for. Blaine swayed happily alongside Puck with his grandiose hand gestures chatting about the Warblers and how they were just as worried that he’d share secrets as the McKinley kids seemed to be concerned with him stealing them.  One swing of his arm that was a little too much to the side and BOOM!  Puck was knocked into the wall. Blaine fell against him without his lack of support and–.

Laughter died out and hazel eyes stared up into dark brown with a huff of a chuckle and a twinkle of mischief. Neither one of them moved right away. Except Blaine putting one hand on the plaster and gripped Puck’s bicep with the other.  Cheap beer breath wasn’t so bad when it was warm and soft on Blaine’s cheek. He could have sworn he saw the other boy look at his lips and he subconsciously licked them trying to laugh but fell a dime short.  Without thinking, fingers dug into both things he gripped and a confused–lopsided grin softened.  Was he the one to move?  Or was it Puck?  He lost the air in his lungs when their lips met.  The world went on an out of control carousel ride, spinning dizzy when he pressed them together harder and he tasted liquor, beer and.. “Sorry..sorry,” tiny kisses peppered by a word on repeat against Puck’s mouth. He knew he should move away not closer.  He did the second.  “That was a–um–.”