"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.

[jewhawk]

"You really were thick," Puck said, rolling his eyes. He knew full well how Blaine and booze got along from the various and sundry times he'd gotten his friend to drink with him in the past. It had gone badly every time, but rather hilariously too.

"Talk about what?" he asked, playing dumb for the sheer fact that it was weird and awkward for him, and he didn't like dudes... Did he? No... No way. No dudes. He liked boobs... Boobs and chicks, and...

Not dudes.

But that sure needed one hell of an explanation if liking dudes wasn't it.

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine snorted with a scoff and just shook his head, pointing at Puck. "Are you seriously going to sit there and call me thick right now after last night, huh? You can just sit there in your corner and not judge, butt pain. You're in no position to be doing that right now. You can play dumb with me all you like, but that last night was not friendly matey kiss... if there is even such a thing. That was, like, almost tongue action if I hadn't stopped you. You're lucky Kurt was so trashed. You know what he is like when he's possessive."

He paused with a small sigh, folding his hand over Kurt's clothing, and even that smell like booze indicating how much Kurt had drank. "Look, dude. This is me. You know you can talk to me about anything, so just get back to me when you want to figure out whatever it is... or not. It's up to you. But hiding from yourself sucks. Trust me. I've been there."

[jewhawk]

Puck was less than amused at that, and shot Blaine a glare. He really wasn't in the mood right now for this. "Dude, I don't get it," he said finally. "I've never been like... hot for you before or anything. You're my bro... It's like... Weird."

"I know," he replied, nodding slowly. "I don't really think there's anything to talk about. I did weird shit and I was drunk. End of story, amen, right?" He forced a smile, before adjusting on the couch so he could bend sideways and rest his head back on the arm. "I'm tired."

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine just bit down on his lip with a sight, shaking his head. He stood up, tucking Kurt's things under his arms and collecting the Gatorade he had gotten from the fridge. It was going to be a long haul with Kurt today. He wore hungover as well as he would wear a polyester shirt - ie, not well at all. "Whatever, dude. Whatever you say. I need to go camp out in the bathroom with Kurt so he doesn't barf himself into a near coma of dehydration again."

He started to head for the trendy spiral staircase ascending to the upper floors, and paused at the bottom of them. "You know where I am if you need to talk. If it's any consolation, I don't think you're hot for me or anything. I'm just a safe bet for you. Maybe that's something to think about..." he added with a small shrug.