puck.

Puck couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed Blaine’s face turn red. He sometimes forgot how open he was when it came to talking about sex. Some people, including Blaine it seemed like, were more conservative about the subject. “Yeah, I guess you’re right, dude. I’m lucky to have the friends I do and even luckier to be able to hang with you.” He looked over at the entertainment center and nodded his head. “Of course I do! I have all of the movies. I wouldn’t be a true Star Wars fan if I didn’t own them,” he joked. “Which one or ones do ya want to see?” He couldn’t help but smile at the Warbler’s idea. Having a movie marathon with the other teen was a pretty genius idea. “Pizza sounds great. Uh, as long as there isn’t any pork on the pizza, I’ll eat it. Oh, and I can pay for it if ya want. I still have some money left over from cleaning pools over the summer.”

“No, no, no,” Blaine was quick to wave off the notion of Puck doing any such thing as paying for their dinner.  Grateful for the topic of pizza and movies to keep them on the path where he wasn’t embarrassing himself by earning that smirk from Puck by going red again, Blaine shook his head to cement his protest and smiled warmly at the other boy.  “You’re providing the Star Wars and hosting for the night.  Let me buy us dinner. And soda.”  Lifting his hips off the couch to fish his wallet and phone from his back pocket, the Warbler had both in hand in seconds before settling back into the corner again.  “Please tell me you love deep dish?  Because I know the greatest place here thanks to Trent’s obsession with their pizza.  Or is it addiction,” he grinned and corrected himself with an overdone nod, “Probably addiction.”  Both shoes were kicked off as he sat his phone on the arm of his seat and googled the number for the nearest East of Chicago. “How about we start from the beginning?  By the beginning, I mean the real beginning.”  And..bet your lucky stars that was a test to see what Puck considered the true beginning of Star Wars. Oh, there would be much judging if Ewan McGregor’s face was on the screen in ten minutes. Pass or fail, Puck?  What’ll it be?