Puck swallowed hard. It was now or never. There was no going back after this moment. Soon Blaine would see him at his most vulnerable. “Uh, well…” His voice trailed off for a moment as he took a deep breath. He wasn’t used to feeling so nervous. Wait, was he sweating? Great. He hoped Blaine couldn’t tell. “I…liked…” He was about to spill the beans when he heard a loud crash coming from his bedroom. “Shit. I think Sam’s up. Uh, let me go check on him. You stay here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Puck let out a sigh of relief as he walked to his bedroom. He wasn’t a very religious person, but decided that Sam falling out of his bed was a sign from God to not tell Blaine the truth. “’Sup, Sam?” he asked as he walked into his bedroom. “Are you okay?” He cautiously walked over to the blond. Sam looked up at him in confusion. “Dude, it’s okay. You’re with Blaine and me. Lets get you back in bed, okay?” He carefully helped Sam get up and settled back in his bed. “Get some sleep, dude,” he told Sam before he closed the door.
“Uh, sorry about that. Sam fell out of my bed and wasn’t sure where he was. I got him settled back in my bed and he’s hopefully fallen back asleep. Luckily, he didn’t throw up,” he told Blaine as he sat back down next to him on the couch.
Blaine might not have been close enough to see Puck starting to sweat but he could tell he was getting nervous. The stuttering was a huge factor in cluing him in on that much. He might be clueless as to the reason why Puck was suddenly choking on his own words and hesitating, sure. Not seeing that the other boy was acting like he couldn’t find the right words to say? Now that part was impossible.
Trying not to get too self-conscious about it by letting himself think Puck’s sudden tenseness was about what happened earlier when he did everything in his power to reassure him that it wasn’t–Blaine sat patiently waiting and let Puck work through his nerves so–hopefully–he’d talk. Leaning in as Puck began–he practically fell off the couch when he heard the crash coming from Puck’s room. Blaine went to bolt up but the world spun out of control and he flopped back down with a shellshocked nod as Puck went to take care of things. –What was he going to say?–
“Is he okay,” Blaine was back in his corner, knees bent with his arms around them and toes twitching against the ribbing of the couch cushion when Puck returned. “He’s never allowed to drink that much again. ..Ever.” He grew quiet and fiddled with the bottom cuff of his right pants leg. “Um–Puck? What were you going to say before he fell? If you don’t mind me asking.”
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