puck.

“Well, that was really nice of ya to be worried about Sam. His parents definitely would have freaked if they knew he’d gotten drunk.” Puck grinned when Blaine thanked him for the compliment about singing. He could tell it meant a lot to Blaine. “Well thank god you aren’t going to dish dirt on us evil New Directioners!” he replied with a laugh. “Honestly though, other than the fact that we like to drink, is there anything worth mentioning?”

“Thanks, dude. I try to be nice. Ya should have seen me last year. I’m a lot better now.” Puck smirked at what Blaine had to say about him joining New Directions. “So, maybe you’re right…but if I admit that you are, I’d have to kill ya. You’re too cool to kill though, so we’ll just leave it at that.” He chuckled, flashing a cheesy grin at the other male. “Knowing Kurt, I’m sure he’s told you that I like the ladies. Probably more than I should. If you ever need any sex tips, I’m your guy.” He stopped talking for a moment as something dawned on him. “Though, you’re gay, so I probably won’t be much help. Before tonight, I’d never even kissed a guy.” Had he really just said this out loud? Yup. Time to move on. “Like you, I also like comic books. I geek out over them, but that’s just between you and me, okay? I got a reputation to uphold and being a nerd clashes with my image,” he admitted. “Hmm, what else?” He scanned the room, in an attempt to think of something else to say. A smile formed on his face when he noticed a guitar pick that had somehow ended up on the living room floor. “I like to play the guitar. Sam, Finn, and I have these jam sessions sometimes. Sam and I play guitar while Finn plays the drums. It’s really fun. You should join us sometime. You play the…piano, right? I vaguely remember Kurt mentioning that.” It was amazing that he remembered this because most of the time when Hummel talked, he zoned out. He did this a lot though, so if Kurt ever found out, he hoped he wouldn’t take it personally.

“I can imagine how you were just by the stories I’ve heard,” Blaine cringed as soon as the words left his mouth.  Did that come off cocky? “I mean–.  Before you turned a new leaf,” his voice picked up at the incredibly old fashioned way he put Puck’s change of attitude.  Namely–you know–towards Kurt.  Especially for the reasons why they all treated his friend like the perpetual outsider that none of them were comfortable being around for no other reason than–well–the obvious.  At least they all seemed to see where they went wrong. “I don’t know–Santana breaking down crying every time she gets two drinks in her might be heavy ammunition if we want to take out one of your key players,” he mused with a soft hum, “Even though you guys don’t realize she is one.”

Before tonight Puck “never even kissed a guy”?  Blaine’s expression screwed up with a curious squint and he looked like he was about to say something.  Both of them were currently seeking outs–if Puck gave him a chance to change the subject?  He’d give Puck one, too.  But that certainly was an odd way to put it.  Or it might’ve just been the tone Puck used.  Oh!  Right! Comic books were a great topic!  “Don’t worry. Your secret is completely safe with me.”  Twice in a row he promised to keep something potentially damaging to Puck’s Lady Killer reputation underwraps.  First one being his own fault and he still felt guilty for what he did.  Drunken mistake excuses only go so far.  The other?  That one was much safer.  Who doesn’t love comic books?  “You play guitar? I’d love to hear you sometime.” Surprise rushed a faint tint of color to his cheeks and lit up his face with a smile. He was invited to a jam session? Seriously?  “T-That’d be great.  His head bobbed in an enthusiastic nod.  “I’d love to. Piano’s my favorite, yeah. Anytime.  Just let me know when and I’m there.” Hazel peered into dark brown thoughtfully. The look lasted too long by the time he ducked his head down and toyed with the bunched up wrinkles of his pants where his knees were bent so he could tuck his legs underneath himself. “Puck?  Thanks.  For not freaking out and never wanting to talk to me again.  I really like you guys.  A lot.  I–Thanks.  That’s all.”