Puck shrugged. “I mean, going to a party and not drinking is kinda boring. At least for me it would be. Then again, I like being the life of the party.” Drinking had always helped him deal with any pain he was feeling. It would magically disappear (for a bit) once he had a sip of alcohol. “Stick around us for too long and your name will definitely appear in the who’s with who pool. It’s bound to happen, dude. Though, once ya get used to the water, it ain’t too bad.” He chuckled, more to himself than to Blaine. “I’ve been in the deep end for years and I haven’t drowned yet.”
“Wow. That’s a great pitch. However? I think I better put a plug in the alcohol bottle when it swings in my direction. We’ve had what? Three parties with drinking involved. Two after we swore we were all on the wagon,” the light in his eyes and the lopsided smirk he tossed at Puck said Blaine was half-drunk joking around. Things were back to being easy between them. No more awkward skirts around what happened. Just. Talking. And picking on Puck was actually pretty fun. Why stop? Oh! And he DID–technically–have a point to make! “A promise, mind you, that Isomehow got pulled into that one even though I don’t go to McKinley and the one that made me promise it doesn’t either. Totally unfair. ANYWAY. Two out of those three times? I’ve ended up dipping my toes said pool and I think it’s time to stop before I end up in the deep end. I’ve heard the stories. They’re as confusing as the chain that links them all. No offense. But how do you guys get any practice done without someone wanting to drown someone because they’re making out with the person you made out with two days ago?”
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