“I think I’m one of the few people who sees Santana as more than a background singer. I don’t know if ya know this, but we use to date. Uh, before she came out. She’s a really good kisser.” Puck cringed the moments the words left his mouth. Had what he just said upset Blaine? Or make the man jealous? He wasn’t trying to do that. He really liked Blaine and wanted to hang out with him again. Maybe not by themselves. Hanging out with Blaine with a group of people seemed safer. Then Puck couldn’t act on his feelings, which was good for him.
A huge grin appeared on Puck’s face. “Thanks, dude. I’m glad I can trust ya with stuff.” He was never really open with people, but tonight, for whatever reason, he was. Maybe it was the alcohol that was still flowing through his veins that made him more vulnerable. Or maybe it was because for a second, when he was making out with Blaine, he could finally be himself. He nodded his head. “I’d love to play for ya sometime. Not tonight though. I’m still drunk and I don’t want to wake Sam up. He can throw up in my bed later…” He sighed. He really hoped his blond friend wouldn’t throw up, but knowing how Sam held his alcohol, the chances were slim that Sam wouldn’t. There was silence for a few moments, as they stared into each other’s eyes. God, Blaine was so cute. And hot. He felt a bunch of emotions he hadn’t recently felt while he was with a girl. When Blaine looked away, he snapped back to reality. It didn’t matter if Blaine was cute. Puck could never admit this out loud. “Oh, it’s no problem, Blaine! If I’m being honest with ya, I freaked out for like a moment. I guess kissing a guy does that to ya? We like you too, dude. You’re super cool even if you are a member of The Warblers.”
Blaine didn’t give any sign that the news affected him in any way. There was no real jealousy to be had in Blaine’s book when it came to Puck admitting that he and Santana used to date. He was pretty sure he heard the story from Kurt but–honestly? Keeping track of the gossip about who was dating who and who hated who was practically impossible for someone on the outside. Unless they had a color coded map to follow. Blaine lost track and didn’t really think to have it all rehashed so he could figure it out and remember. He had his own school’s innerworkings and politics to worry about. Dalton had it’s fair share of drama but Blaine was mostly outside of it. The Warbler dating map didn’t interweave near as much. Blaine preferred it that way. Just to keep thing simple and let setlists, politics of who was doing what and when at the top of that list besides who was with who that week? He considered himself far more lucky than the poor McKinley kids who had a soap opera to deal with on top of daily life of a high school student that was mentally exhausting on it’s own. “Yeah. Another time. Let’s not encourage Sam getting sick by making too much noise. I’m sure it’ll happen,” he grinned, “We don’t need to provoke it and–who knows? We might get lucky?”
Another reason why he’d gladly keep their kiss a secret? Bringing some kind of bad drama into Dalton because he couldn’t keep his lips to himself with a buzz? Not what he wanted to do. Though Puck’s situation (anyone finding out he kissed a guy since he was straight and McKinley wasn’t the most tolerant of anyone not..) was much more dependant on his silence. Of course, Puck would receive it. His expression softened when Puck mentioned the kiss freaked him out. A new rush of red dusted over his olive complexion and he snapped his attention down to his lap. “I can see where that would freak you out. I–,” he looked up with a scrunched nose and a shy squint. “I haven’t really done it a lot either–. Sort of freaked myself out now that I think about it. But–big difference between a gay guy that is a little inexperienced and your situation. I get it,” he laughed and let his head fall to rest on the back of the couch. “Thanks. You know? Us Warblers aren’t so bad. We’re definitely not evil masterminds. Okay–maybe we can be but–! I’m not on duty around you guys like..ever. I swear.”
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