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puck.

[ sms to: blanderson ] If i was sure I would have said yes asshole
[ sms to: blanderson ] No, no memories. I just checked my call log and it showed that you were the last person I called.
[ sms to: blanderson ] Well I’m alive and I woke up in my apartment, so I’d say everything turned out alright.
[ sms to: blanderson ] I mean I woke up in the bathtub but still my apartment.

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Hey!  No need for name calling!  In spite of the fact that I might be laughing at you right now.  Jerk.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) You’re your very own Sherlock Holmes.  Great deduction work there.  I’m impressed.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) And, also, still laughing.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) The bathtub?  Have you tried moving yet?  I don’t think that’s going to feel very good when you do.

puck. @oflettermanjackets

[ sms to: blanderson ] no ?
[ sms to: blanderson ] oh wait. maybe.
[ sms to: blanderson ] shhhiiittt i don’t remember that at all lmfao

( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Are you sure?  I’m pretty sure my phone begs to differ when it comes to the name it’s showing. 
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Also, voice and yelps/groans of you landing in said bushes.
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) There we go!  Hello memories!  Sorry if your brain was trying to forget that moment and I just ruined it.  I hope you made it home okay?
( mssg » puckerman | sent ) Or somewhere that wasn’t..umm..shrubbery at least?

The loft was quiet. Only the soft sounds of people breathing as they slept.  And a soft mumbling noise of the television in the living room as Blaine stirred enough next to Kurt that he figured getting up and grabbing a glass of water was probably a good idea before he woke up his fiance’.  Bare feet slid into puffy, soft wool lined slippers and he shrugged into a dark crimson robe before pulling apart the ‘privacy curtain’ to Kurt’s room.  One more glance to the man stretching himself out sleepily just to make sure he hadn’t done the opposite of what he was trying to do and Blaine was gone to the kitchen.

He’d nearly missed the back of Puck’s head creating a roundish shadow in front of the television he figured their friend had fallen asleep watching. “You’re still awake,” he whispered pulling the door to the fridge open, “Can’t sleep?”  Thinking better, he grabbed the milk and snatched a box of hot chocolate off the top of the fridge before the space around him went dark again when he nudged the fridge closed with the back of his heel.  “Want some company?”  Though he was already grabbing two mugs and setting them next to the milk and box on the counter.  

“Takes some getting used to.  Doesn’t it?”

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