tw: underage drinking – pianokeysandbowties

puck.

Puck chuckled. “See, I’m not as bad as all of the rumors you’ve probably heard have said. I actually care about people.” There were so many rumors about the mohawked man, he wasn’t sure who he had supposedly slept with that week. He nodded his head and quickly walked over to the passenger side door. “Yeah, Sam’s heavier than he looks. He’s all muscle.” He opened the door and climbed into the truck. He looked over at Sam and smirked. The blond teen was hunched over and probably had no idea where he was. “Alright, I’ll get him out of the truck and then you can help me carry him to my place. I was thinking I’d let him crash on my bed. So, once we’re inside my apartment, we’ll walk him over to my bedroom and onto my bed. Got it?” he asked, sticking his head out of the truck and looking over at Blaine.

Blaine was doing his best to get less drunk than he was when they left the party. It was working when he was sitting down but standing up again with his head all bent to the side the way it was? Welp. Gravity and the dizziness that came with being on his feet was a quick reminder he should have stayed in the sitting position. Holding the truck door with one hand–Blaine waved Puck inside the truck with a wiggle of his fingers. Better Puck than him in shooting distance in Blaine’s silent opinion. Hazel eyes strayed off to check out the apartment complex and the area around them to check if anyone was watching. He got kind of lost along the way and ended up focusing really hard on the car next to them like it had the power to erase two or more drinks out of his past and bring him down.

Puck’s question snapped his attention back though. Pouted lips and pinched together brows later–Blaine was nodding matter-of-factly and shrugging big like this was nothing whatsoever. “Yeah! Yeah sure. Got it,” he flashed a smile full of white teeth and stepped in to catch Sam and help pull him out of the truck with Puck. Once the three of them were standing with Sam wobbling around in the middle? This was going to be easier said than done but he could manage! So said his stick straight posture and a very concentrated forward stare. “Lead the way, Puck. And by the way? I’ve only heard a couple things. You seem okay though.”

puck.

“You’re welcome, dude. Yeah, I don’t want ya getting in trouble with your brother.” A small chuckle emerged from Puck’s mouth after Sam told him he loved him. “We all love you, Sam. Now try to relax and whatever you do, don’t barf on me, my truck, or Blaine.” They’d be home within five minutes and he prayed that if the blond teen got sick, it wouldn’t happen until they were in Puck’s house. “How many drinks did Sam have exactly? I’ve never seen him this wasted before.”

“Thanks. Coop would mostly be mad that I didn’t hold the party at my house but it wasn’t my party to hold.” Blaine was stuck on what to do. Mostly wanting to ‘become one with the door’ to give Sam breathing room –and to distance himself from any potential horrible mess that might occur if Puck hit a bump in a way that disturbed the groaning blond enough to turn him into a volcanic eruption between the two of them. Or trying to comfort his friend and keep him distracted. How distracted was too distracted? Blaine was too buzzed to judge. “I don’t know? I wasn’t paying attention.” Maybe he should have? “I know he got three with me? Whatever else he did was on his own,” hazel eyes darted up and down Sam’s profile and he cinched his teeth together in a wince, “poor judgement. Not mine.”

puck.

After making sure Sam and Blaine were buckled up, Puck climbed in the driver’s side of the truck and put on his seat belt. “That’s a good idea, Blaine, though maybe it’d be better if you two crashed at my place. If anything happened to the two of ya, I’d probably feel a teeny tiny bit of sadness.” He chuckled as he turned on the engine and pulled out of the parking space. “My mom won’t be home until like the afternoon tomorrow, so we’d have the place to ourselves. Besides, if Sam does throw up, you won’t be the only one who has to deal with the mess.”

“Thanks. You’re right. It’s closer anyway and if by chance my brother pulls one of his surprise visits? I’ll never live this,” he thumbed up at the swaying drunk between them, “down because he wasn’t invited.” Sam’s head found it’s place on top of Blaine’s with a soft sigh and a pat to his cheek from the blonde. “Love you Blaaaaaaine. You’re m’friend. You too Puck even with your mohawk and your–woah where am I— Dude that was like ANIMAL HOUSE! I’ma do a–nope,” Sam’s mumble was directly into his ear. Blaine swatted the air in front of his nose and mouthed, ‘Wow!’ Whatever was on Sam’s breath would take the paint off a car just by the smell. The shorter of three kept his head still because this was the breaks for being a headrest to a drunk, completely out of it best friend. As long as Sam didn’t start throwing up? He was fine with the arrangement. At the first sign of trouble? Whether or not Blaine was doing all of this with a very strong buzzing spin going on? Sam would find himself spending the rest of his ride to Puck’s house with his head hanging out the tiny back window Blaine blindly reached back behind them to slide open grateful that it took him all but two tries to figure it out. “I love you, too, Sam. Just don’t throw up on me and I’ll keep on loving you.”