"I'm too sexy for this shirt."

[rockstarwarbler]

Who: rockstarwarbler and jewhawk
What: The morning after the BIG night before
Where: Kurt and Blaine's place, Hollywood Hills
When: Saturday morning
Rating: PG

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[jewhawk]

Puck had been trashed out of his mind the night before, and it was only by sheer luck that no one else had been sober enough to realize he'd passed out in his shoes... epic party foul that usually resulted in being drawn a Hitler 'stache in one's sleep. Decidedly not funny to a Jew. He was even more lucky that Kurt hadn't recovered enough to realize that Puck had passed out with his shoes on the couch.

He was vaguely aware of the sound of Blaine's voice, and some general poking and irritation, before he swung his arm weakly in the general direction of the annoyance and failed to connect with anything except the side of the couch. A muttered mashup of about ten swear words came out in some sort of incoherent mumble, and Puck pulled a throw pillow over his head. And that was when the water hit his back, and he shot up off the couch like it was on fire. "Fucking hell, Blaine! What the fuck are you doing?!" he demanded, sputtering with irritation mixed with an exhausted hangover.

[rockstarwarbler]

"Get up," Blaine stated again with a glare. Usually he was laid back and wouldn't be bothering about Puck crashing on their sofa, but considering what happened last night, and Blaine being unsure if Kurt was going to remember witnessing it, his mood was frayed. "My boyfriend is upstairs projectile vomiting all over the bathroom, but don't think he won't murder you for what you pulled last night if he remembers it."

He put the crystal vase back down and tucked the roses back inside. He would top them up with water later. If the roses disappeared, Kurt wouldn't be impressed. They were a gift to Blaine the other night on the anniversary of the day they met. Even now, all the years later, they still celebrated their special days together. And in just a couple of weeks, Blaine had the anniversary of their First Time together, which was always freaking awesome.

[jewhawk]

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," Puck shot back, returning Blaine's glare. "What did I do, barf on a designer tie or some shit? Big fuckin' deal, dude, I'll buy him another one." He was irritated, and being woken up with a raging hangover of doom? Wasn't helping.

He traipsed unceremoniously across the room to the fridge, searching for a bottle of water, finding several, and grabbing two. Popping the caps off both, he proceeded to double fist the bottles, trying like hell to offset the dehydration of his hangover.

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine just made a growling noise of irritation. "Your whole month's pay wouldn't even be able to afford the ties he wears," he said with a snort, shaking his head. Hell, the car he drove himself cost less than the outfit Kurt wore to the party last night, complete with diamond cufflinks from Cartier.

"You can't play dumb with me, Puckerman," he continued, as he absentmindedly fixed the cushions on the sofa and picked up Kurt's jacket and waist coat he had discarded the night before trying to get into Blaine's pants right here in front of Puck. He draped them over his arm, shooting Puck another Look. "You tried to freaking snog me! What is wrong with this picture?!"