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"Mr Mysterious has got me so serious, now I'm delirious."

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What: Where everything could be about to change
Where: Anderpuck Bachelor Pad
When: Early morning after THIS
Rating: Likely to be high with this pair

Blaine woke up quickly, disoriented as to where he was. He fumbled around blindly for a minute, feeling his legs get caught up in a blanket wrapped around them and even then, he wasn't exactly sure where he was at first. It took a couple more minutes to wake up a little more, peering around through a sleepy-scrunched face and discovering he was on the sofa in the living of the apartment he shared with Puck, and he couldn't even remember falling asleep here. Light was trickling in through the edges of the blinds, and when Blaine put a hand up to rub at his face, a slip of paper stuck to his palm. It was a yellow post-it note and it must have been stuck to his forehead. With a a small, snuffled groan at being awake, he put the post-it up to his face so he could read it, expecting it to be from Puck... only it very much wasn't.

I had to head home, early start in the morning, but you were sound asleep after those pills you took kicked in. I got the pillows and blanket from the cupboard in the hall, I hope that's okay. Feel better, and keep up the fluids.

- K

There were a few groggy blinks as Blaine read over the scrawling neat writing on the note, and then looked at the blanket wrapped around him, followed by the couple of pillows nestled behind him. Kurt did this? It slowly trickled back to Blaine what went down before he had taken his migraine medication. After the grocery store, they went to Walgreen's and then got a cab to go back to Blaine and Puck's apartment. He had to get the poor driver to pull over on the side of the road when the migraine took his hold and made him sick. He really couldn't believe that it was his turn to have a crap day, and Kurt was really sweet about it rather tan getting grossed out. He helped Blaine up to the apartment to lie down on the sofa, and it all got a little hazy after that for Blaine.

"Jeezus," he mumbled to himself as he pocketed the post-it and then untangled himself from the blankets to get up. It was just when he was feeling his way up the hall to the bathroom that Puck came out of the kitchen with a freshly brewed coffee in hand, and Blaine just grunted at him in greeting before he went into the bathroom for an urgent pee. He had to have been asleep for over twelve hours if it was morning, not all that uncommon when his pills stayed in him long enough to work. He shuffled back out of the bathroom with a yawn once he was done and peered at Puck's coffee with a scrunch of his nose. "Never mention condoms to me again," he said through a yawn and made his way into the kitchen.

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Puck had worked a long shift overnight, and when he got home, he could never go straight to bed, so he usually had coffee, watched a little TV, or played video games, and then attempted to catch some sleep before he went back to work. He'd come home early that morning to find Blaine passed out on the couch, his migraine pill bottles sitting on the coffee table a clear indicator to Puck as to what had happened. It was never a good plan to be the person who woke Blaine after a migraine, so Puck had let him sleep, while he changed into his PJs and got the coffee on.

Ordinarily, had there been no migraine, Puck would've woken Blaine at the ass crack of dawn to demand to know why the fuck he thought it was so funny to fill his closet with condom water balloons, but not even that would make him cruel enough to yell if Blaine's head was still hurting. But when Blaine broached the subject, Puck shot a glare back at his friend. "Well, I don't actually have any, so it's a lucky thing I was working last night, and not out at a bar."

Still, Puck tilted his head to one side. "You look like hell, dude."

Blaine held his hand up in Puck's face and then flipped him off with a sticking out of his tongue to match. His head still had that post-migraine background ache, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had escalated to the day before. If he had anything like coffee, though, it would probably set him right back to square one, so he grabbed the carton of apple juice from the fridge instead and poured himself a glass... the words of the post-it very much replying over in his mind. 'Keep up the fluids'. He sipped the juice, analysing the whole thing for a moment as he leant back against the counter top.

"I fail. I pulled the ultimate crush fail and barfed in front of him," he finally moaned and rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm. "And that was after I already made a total dick of myself letting him see my shopping cart. Which is all your fault, by the way! You and your toilet paper thievery and freaking condoms. I think he thought I was a sex-crazed creeper. You should have seen his face, it nearly ruined everything."

"Oh, dude, stab me in the heart," Puck teased, shaking his head as he held his free hand to his chest as if mortally wounded. Still, he followed Blaine back into the kitchen, setting his cup aside so he had both hands free to push himself up onto the counter. He settled in there falling quiet as Blaine had his moment of "WTF happened?" up in their kitchen.

"Dude, seriously? That fuckin' sucks. But apparently, it wasn't so bad he didn't want to come take care of you last night. What the hell, though? You're the one who filled all my condoms with water. Therefore, you're fault. I claim zero responsibility on that one. The TP, okay, yeah, I own that one, but the condoms were all you, dude."

Blaine rubbed at his head and had a bit more of his juice. The fingers of his other hand brushed over his pocket where the post-it was. Kurt had gotten him pillows and a blanket, tucked him in, left him a note, all when he wasn't feeling well. Not to mention the fact Kurt was on crutches. Did this mean he was just a nice guy, or that he might, just maybe, have some feelings for Blaine in return?

This earned Puck a bitchpls look. "It was totally your fault! You were being a douche on Facebook. I was trying to fix it anyway, and look where it got me. I just, like, grabbed a bunch of different types because I had no idea what ones I had just been filling with water all morning because I was too busy wondering what sort Kurt preferred and how it would feel putting one on him. Then my head started to hurt like a fucking bitch, and I discovered you used all the toilet paper, and I was friggen desperate by then. Of all the times to run into him again. I have never met him and we share a city, and now he's there. Damn, he's gorgeous. He was so sweet. At least, until he thought I was a creeper douche for a few moments, and he totally didn't get grossed when I puked. That's a good thing, right? I passed the Wayne's World test."

The police officer had a well practiced bitchpls look of his own, crossing his arms over his bare chest in an almost stereotypical movie cop pose. "Right... First of all, I wasn't being a douche. I was happy for you and you said I wasn't squeeing enough. And secondly, that's awesome, man... Sounds to me like he's legit into you."

He picked his coffee mug back up and held it his his hands for a moment before raising it to his lips to take a sip, a contented hum escaping him as he leaned back. "Dude, there was extra TP in the closet," Puck pointed out. Or at least, he really thought there had been. "I bet Kurt thought you really were some kinda weird ass freak or something. How'd you get out of him thinking you were creepy as all fuck... Which may not be entirely wrong since you were filling up condoms while thinking about his cock."

Blaine gave Puck a small, light shove in the arm. "Save the bad cop routine for someone else, Inspector Gadget. It doesn't work on me. And you were being a giant douche. This is a damn huge thing for me, and who else am I going to get excited about it with? I haven't had a date in ages, I've never had a boyfriend, the only thing sexual I ever got close to were a couple of blow jobs. This feels different. I really, really like him and I don't want to screw it up, and it's exciting that he seems sort of into me too. The way it all happened, that sort of thing just doesn't happen to dudes like me, and I can't help feeling like it's... sort of meant to be or something. That I can't screw it up. Is it really that wrong to want my best mate to be excited with me?"

"There was no toilet paper in the closet. You think I didn't check? I'm crushing on someone, I'm not fucked in the head. I'm just... a little distracted lately, and I had a migraine, so leave me alone. You know I'm barely at the functional level of a squashed bug when I have them." He moaned and covered his eye with his palm. "He did. He nearly walked away... or limped away. Whatever it is you call it when someone is on crutches. I'm pretty sure he was already thinking I was a weirdo, and that didn't help. I just begged him and confessed the truth. And how does that make me a creepy fuck? Are you telling me I shouldn't be thinking about him like that? Well, too fucking late, because I can't stop. I want to know what he's go under those layers. There, I said it."

Puck decided there was no point in arguing this point with Blaine any farther, so he offered a shrug. "Okay, dude, I was happy for you... And I'm excited that you've got a legit date... Although I don't see how you haven't had a date... Half the dudes at the gym practically wet their pants when you take your shirt off. And it's not even that kinda gym, dude... They totally want you... But... I'm not gonna lie, it is kinda weird how it all happened... Although, if I'd known you were gonna go that nuts, I would've introduced you to Kurt back in school. It's not wrong to want me to be excited, and I was... I just don't show it the same way you do."

A laugh escaped Puck at Blaine's admission, and he dabbed at invisible tears with an invisible handkerchief, putting his coffee aside to press his hand to his chest. "Our little Blainers is all grown up and imagining a guy naked... I fell like a proud mama." He shook his head seriously after that. "No, dude, I'm kidding. I think it's awesome you found a guy that you're really into. And it seems like he's pretty into you, too." Reaching out, he patted Blaine's shoulder firmly. "Rock on, B!"

Blaine scrunched his nose up with a small snort. "I wasn't expecting you to flip cartwheels up Miami Beach, it just would have been nice if you got more excited about it than you do about pepperoni pizza or the Victoria's Secret catalogue." He rolled his eyes, going for more apple juice which he was really glad was going to stay down. "We've been through this a bajillion times. I want something special. The thought of casual sex does nothing for me. I want proper sex, I want to know what it's like to make love to someone, to be that connected with someone it consumes you totally. It's not just a few rubs in a hole and playing with some balls for a quick orgasm. I can do that myself. I want love and someone special who just makes my days better by nothing more than thinking about them. And I... Kurt is giving me these feelings inside that I don't think I've ever had before. I just really like him and he makes me smile for no reason. He's so sweet, but I think there is a hell of a lot to him to discover. And I want to."

This earned Puck a whack in the arm. "I picture guys naked all the time. They just never have faces. Now they do. That's the thing, though. I don't know if he's into me or just humouring me because I helped him out. He might just be there thinking 'Fuck, when is a polite space of time passed that I can tell him to GTFO without being rude?'"

"Okay, okay... I epic fail as gay's best friend," he said, offering Blaine a smirk before taking another long drink of his coffee. "Yeah, I know... Casual sex is nice, though... I mean, if you're into it... Different strokes and all that. Not to say I never want to have an actual girlfriend, cuz that ain't true... I do want one... But my job keeps me so busy, it's kinda hard to fnid somebody, you know? And I'm not just gonna give up sex til 'The One' falls in my lap... Although, if you can? I have all kinds of respect for you... I know I give you hell about it, man, but it's impressive. Dude, I'm happy for you. And I hope it all works out how you're hoping it will."

"Yeah, yeah," Puck said, as if not believing Blaine. "Dude, I think he's into you... And I'm not just saying that to be the supportive bro... But if you're not sure, you just gotta work it and find out."

Blaine gave a nod of agreement. "Yep," he stated, glad to finally get confirmation of this. "And my head was hurting, so I didn't have the capacity to come up with any other more creative punishment. I just never expected the route I did take to come back and bite me in the ass. At least, until he brought me home and made sure I was going. Which is sort of a plus, right? He's such a sweetheart. Most guys probably wouldn't give a flying fuck. Casual sex, though? Nope, really not my thing. I might not have done it, but I just know. Not everyone is cut out for that, and I'm not one of them. And who said anything about giving it up? I can't give something up I haven't experienced yet. I've just not found the right time yet. It'll happen, I know it will. I just need to hope the guy it's with is seriously understanding about the fact I'm a virgin. Could be a bit awkward..." he murmured in thought.

He looked up at Puck, tugging his lips to the side. "He's put up with me so far, and you've got to admit, I've been a bit of a pain in his ass. But the other night, we talked for hours on Facebook. It was like we had known each other forever."

Puck had to smirk at that. "Dude, not gonna lie, it was a pretty damn epic punishment. I wish I'd thought of it myself. Even if it did end up biting you." Grinning absently at Blaine's praises of how awesome Kurt was, Puck couldn't help being kind of touched to see his boy so happy. "No, I get that... I'm just saying, for now, it's all I really have time for, but you're holding out for the real deal, dude, and I gotta give you props for that. I haven't held out for anything in I don't remember how long. Dude, if he's awesome enough that you're gonna give it up to him, he'll be awesome enough to take it easy on you your first time."

"Dude, you're always a pain in the ass," Puck teased, his tone clearly light and playful as he reached out with one hand to give Blaine a very gentle shove. "Dude, you're talking serious business right now," Puck said, torn between surprise and a sort of quiet realization that there may very soon be some major things changing for Blaine.

Blaine shrugged. "Well, you haven't brought a girl home in awhile, so I didn't think it would cause any immediate crisis. Besides, every guy should carry rubbers in their wallets, so I didn't think you would be high and dry. I wasn't completely being Voldemort, there was some forethought there. Not a lot, but some." He groaned softly then and leaned forward, resting his forehead against the countertop with his arms splayed out in from of him. "He must have thought I was such a pervert. Of all the things in the store I could have had in my cart, what did it have to be? A pile of kinky condoms and toilet paper. Not just one pack of toilet paper, either. It was three, because I didn't want to get caught again. Poor guy must have thought I was a creepy pervert into group sex who had bowel problems."

He lifted his head again and looked at Puck with a small whimper. "I'm scared I'm going to screwed it. I really, really like. A lot. Maybe more than I have ever liked a guy, and I can't even figure out why. There's just something about him. His eyes, his smile, his ass... he has the most gorgeous ass. I haven't seen it a whole lot, but what I have, it's just... mmm... It's too soon to be thinking about more, isn't it?"

"Well, I do have a couple in there, so I guess if I'm getting any, I just have to make sure I don't get more than two rounds." He grinned, the irritation forgotten in his amusement and happiness for Blaine's sake. "Dude, he clearly got over it if he came to your place and shit... And if he did think that, in his defense, you do sometimes have bowel problems."

"Dude, maybe there doesn't have to be a reason why you like somebody. I mean, fuck, you can just like him, right?" He couldn't help the snort that escaped him when his friend admitted he'd been thinking about "more." "Guess it all depends on what kinda more you're thinking of, dude."

Blaine snorted and gave Puck a knowing look. "You aren't getting any. Who are you going to get some off? Please don't tell me you're going to do that chick from the pharmacy on the corner again. She's a total bitch. She gave me a weird look when I bought nail files. I do not! I told you that time a few weeks ago wasn't me, it was bad chicken. And stop freaking jinxing me, or you'll make me do something appalling like fart in front of him on our next date. I think I'm already hanging by a mere thread after sprouting a boner when I kissed him."

"There has to be a reason. There always has to be a reason. Because I don't usually bother even perving on people unless I know them for a bit and know they aren't douchebags. But dude, I was perving on him from the get-go. I was pathetic. He's just gorgeous." He stuck his tongue out the corner of his lips. "Not more-more. At least, not yet. I have been wondering what more-more might be like with him. I just mean like dating, a relationship, spending more time together, maybe weekends away or something. I just somehow have to work it into the conversation that I'm a still sporting a V-card..."

"Nah," Puck replied. "She was kind of a bitch... Or that chick at the grocery store? After I fucked her, she cried all over me for an hour about her ex-boyfriend... And then I had that freak who wanted me to do her without a rubber... Like I was gonna do that. Fuckin' gross. Last chick I fucked raw was your darling hag, and clearly, that didn't turn out so hot, so... not gonna happen again." He rolled his eyes at Blaine. "Right. Chicken. And the time before that was tacos. And before that was bad cheese. Speaking of that boner, how's that chafing, Blainers? All better?"

Puck pondered on that for a moment. Blaine was right. The few times Puck could remember Blaine crushing on guys, he'd known them for a while. "Maybe it's some of that chick flick stuff where it's love at first sight or whatever. I mean, I don't really believe in that shit, but you never know, right? You're the relationship type, dude... You'll rock it when you get there."

Blaine's nose screwed up. "Ew. That awkward moment where I'm glad I don't really have exes. None that matter anyway. Why the hell would anyone not married do it without a condom?! That's gross! Ew, that gives me ick goosebumps and makes my gut feel wiggy. Not that I can talk considering I've never been with anyone, but you know what I mean. Like you need more illegitimate kids on your track record. Pretty sure one mistake like that is plenty enough of a fuck up for one lifetime. And I don't want to think about you fucking Rachel, so shush. That's between you and her and I don't need to think about it. You know how I feel about all that." He paused, looking up at Puck hesitantly but with an air of sheepishness. "... do you think Kurt's been with many people? He's so damn hot."

"Just because you see that stuff in the movies doesn't mean it can't happen in real life. I'm sure it does, the movies have to get their ideas from somewhere. I know it sounds weird, but it was just like I had this instant crush on him. And it wasn't just because he was hurt either. There's just something so... distant about him. It's not in a bad way, but it's definitely an air I get," he murmured thoughtfully, but no matter how much he analysed it, he couldn't put his finger on anything.

"Dude, don't look at me. I don't know! Maybe some people want to get AIDS? I sure as fuck don't. And I sure as fuck don't want anymore kids in the near future... Or maybe ever, I don't know. But that ain't how I'm shooting for it. Sorry. It's true., though... But I haven't touched her like that in ages, so no worries. I don't think either of us intend on making you Uncle Blainers anytime soon." Puck's face turned to an amused smile, and he shrugged. "I don't know, dude. I know he stayed single all through school, and Kurt doesn't strike me as the type to just randomly do people, but I don't really know. We were never friends like that where I'd know that kinda stuff."

"Yeah, I guess that's true... Although, that's kind of bad reasoning if you think about movies like Saw and where those dudes got their ideas, but that's kinda beside the point. Dude, I know... It's gotta mean something, because I know you, and I've never once seen you dig on a dude you didn't know. So, hey... maybe it's some kinda sign or something. I don't know." Puck's eyes rested on Blaine, and he grinned at his friend. "I hope it works out, man. You deserve it."

Blaine gave Puck a flick in the arm. "At least you learnt your lesson about unprotected sex. The hard way, maybe, but most lessons worth learning are hard. And you're a big part of the reason I want to get my shit right and find something that means something. He doesn't seem like that to me, either, but then he is really hot and maybe that's what he likes doing in his spare time? Not that I think it matters... if he is really into sex or anything, just so long as he has been safe. It's not like having sex with him is even on the cards or anything yet."

"Mental illness, generally. You should know that, being a cop. There are evil bastards out there, and if there weren't, you wouldn't have a job," he pointed out. "It's... okay, I'm intrigued by him. There's no way I could make assumptions about him, because I get this feeling that there are so many sides to him that are there to be discovered. There is also this air of secrecy about him. I seriously boring with him, but not in a bad way. Just in that I really want to get to know him more. I never thought I had a type before, but he's definitely it. It's a good thing I like dudes taller than me," he said with a laugh.

"Yeah, not a road I'm planning to go down again. Trojans are my BFF... I mean, besides you, so don't give me The Eyes. That awkward moment when my best friend's all, 'Seeing how fucked up your life was made me not wanna do stupid shit like you did,' and I'm totally not offended at all." He laughed out loud giving Blaine a playful nudge. "Dude, what if he's like me? I mean, minus the knocking someone up thing?"

"Well, yeah, I know that, but my thing is, the people who come up with this shit? Why are they making movies and not in some kind of facility? I mean, they can't be mentally healthy people. There's no way. I mean, like I said... I don't know him much beyond the part where I bullied him before I pulled my head out of my ass, and that he and I never really got to know each other beyond that, but we coexisted in Glee club. I know he was really close with his dad... That's really about it. And B, seriously? If you didn't like dudes taller than you, you'd date midgets, or be single forever."

Blaine snorted and nudged Puck back in the shoulder. "I don't even have a brand. It's not like I know the difference in them. I just bought coloured ones because they look cool. And I used to practice putting them on my own dick, until I gave up hope. Well, dude, it's not like I was going to accidentally knock anyone up, even if I did have sex. But you never really made casual sex look interesting. Just... exhausting. I didn't want that many people seeing me naked." But he hesitated at Puck's question and bit down on his lip. What if Kurt was like Puck? "I don't know... I guess I'd wonder if I was just a notch on his bedpost. It might really suck."

"Because they're writers and it's their job to inject drama in everything, and a lot take ideas from real life stuff. It's not them, it's the people who like watching that shit. It's just... wiggy," he said with a shiver. "I hate blood. I can't believe you bullied him. Just for the record, there is sort of a part of me that wants to thump you for that, but I know that was your past. I have to know though, how the hell could you bully him? He's beautiful and he's sweet. He's so unassuming. What did he ever do to you? Was it just because he was gay? He has mentioned is dad a few times, and his brother. You know, the one you screwed over. He's here too, in Miami. He's some badass now. Been in prison, has a tattoo parlour. Shut up, I'm not that short! I can still take a piss without needing a plastic step, so there."

"It's just a personal preference thing," Puck said with a shrug. "You'll figure it out when you start using them regularly. The colored ones are okay, I guess... Like I said, it's kinda whatever you like. You have a point, though... Benefits of being gay, there, dude." He laughed lightly, grinning at Blaine. "I don't think he's like me, dude. He doesn't... He doesn't seem like the manslut type."

"Yeah, I guess... I like scary movies, but the Saw shit was kinda fucked up, even more me. I know you hate blood, dude. I've seen you after you cut your thumb slicing up tomatoes in the kitchen." He shook his head. "Honestly, dude... It was the gay thing. I was an idiot before I met you. I was a dumb, thickheaded, closed-minded jock, and it was bullshit. Yeah, his brother... We were good friends until I knocked Rachel up. He's been in prison though? Seriously? Damn. Dude, you pretty much are that short. There just aren't that many people shorter than you."

Blaine chewed on his lower lip and fiddled with his cup. "Is it too premature to think I should maybe stock up? Shit, I don't even know if he's interested in me like that. But then, you hear about getting carried away in the moment, right? Maybe I should be prepared just in case? I don't carry any. When do you know to have that sort of talk, though? How the fuck am I going to tell him I'm a virgin? Do you think he'll laugh?"

He shot Puck a faint glare. "I can't help it that blood breaks my brain. Oh god, please let me never, ever bleed in front of Kurt. Ever. Or let anyone else bleed. Okay, did you ever... want to be his friend?" He nodded. "He said his brother is a typical rebel badass and huge. I'm sort of scared, what if he guy wants to smash my face in? Shut up. I'm taller than Mini Me and Yoda."

"Never premature for that, dude. Better to be ready and not need them than to not be, and end up needing them. I really don't think he'll laugh. Kurt doesn't seem like that kinda dude. Who knows... He could even be one himself." Puck gave Blaine a serious look. "In all honesty, though, B? Buy condoms just in case. And keep one in your wallet. You never know."

"Dude, I'll do the best I can to make sure that doesn't happen. After I met you, I kinda thought more about it... Like having more gay friends, but I always felt like a dick, and I didn't think he'd want to be friends with me after what I did to him." With a grin, the cop gave his friend's shoulder a squeeze. "I don't think he's gonna smash your face in, dude. Not unless you do something really awful and hurt Kurt."

Blaine took in the advice but then his face scrunched up. "I'm going to drive to Jacksonville for that shopping trip or somewhere as equally as far away. Knowing my luck, I'll bump into him again and I can only blame you so many times for embarrassing stuff. I'm pretty sure he already thinks I'm strange some of the time, and I don't even mean to be! I'm usually being strange when I'm trying my hardest to be normal. I used to carry them when I was a teenager and Mom and Cooper told me I should, but when I got older and realised I just did not want to do the casual sex thing, I stopped. I figured when it happened, I'd have enough lead up to know. But Kurt makes me feel all these different things... like I could let go with him."

He smirked a little. "He probably wouldn't want to be your friend. But he didn't look like he wanted to kill you in the hair salon that day. He looked shocked to see you, but more in a 'Why the fuck are you here?' sort of way than a murderous sort of way. I just... can't believe I haven't met him before now. We seem to have all these connections, but we never met. What do you think might have happened if I met him before? He said he went to Dalton one day in junior year. What if I met him that day? Do you think I would have felt the same?"

Puck snorted. "You can use a couple of mine until then... Just keep them on you, just in case, you know? Dude, he may think you're strange, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He looked out for you, man. That says a lot. He clearly cares about you on some level. There's nothing wrong with that, dude. Sometimes letting go is the best thing you can do.

"No, I guess he didn't," Puck agreed. "So that's gotta be an improvement, right. He doesn't want me dead. He did go. I told him to, actually... I told him to go 'spy on the Garglers' because he was trying to get us to do some number with feather boas... If I'd only known then about the drunken photos you would later take of me... But I don't know, dude. It seems... I don't know, the way you are about him, it's like it was some kind of fated to be deal."

Blaine nodded and was met with an unexpected burst of unfamiliar nervousness. Hell, he hadn't felt nervous of the prospect of sex in years and now that sensation was back here again. His eyes widened a little and he nibbled on the inside of his lower lip. "What if I don't know what to do? He might think I suck. Oh my god, what if I suck at sex? That would totally suck. I mean, all I hear about it how awesome it is, but what if I'm bad at it? I might be. I mean, I'm bad at rollerblading. I nearly broke my ass that time we tried it, and I suck at Wii Golf too! I might really suck at sex!"

"You two are going to be alright, right? I mean, I know there's history about his brother there, but he hasn't specifically said how he feels about it. He just told me a bit about it. I'm not going to wake up one day and you guys just hate each other forever, am I?" There was some insecurity here. He was nervous about the whole Kurt thing, but also about their friends getting along. What if there was old rivalries there that clashed? It would make things awkward and he just wanted this to be able to work because he really had fallen for Kurt in a way he couldn't explain at all. "I'm nervous."

It was everything Puck could do to contain his laughter. It wasn't so much that Blaine was scared he wouldn't be good at sex that was entertaining to Puck. It was more the adorable wide-eyed way he was looking at him as he considered it. "B, seriously, dude, you're like Puss in Boots on Shrek with those eyes, man... You gotta stop doing that. Everybody sucks at sex the first time. I did... Hell, dude, even I sucked my first time. B... B, take deep breaths, bro."

"Listen," Puck explained. "Dude, Kurt makes you happy... You guys barely know each other, and he already makes you this happy... I'm not gonna fuck that up for you. You're my bro, and you've wanted somebody like this for so long. There is no way in hell that I'd go picking old fights back up again when this is going well for you." He moved so that he could put his arm around Blaine's shoulder tightly. "I know, dude. But hey... If you weren't nervous, I'd be kinda surprised."

Blaine gave himself a small shake. Everyone told him he gave them eyes but he never even understood how his eyes changed. He didn't even do it deliberately! He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, holding his hand up in surrender. "Okay... okay... I can do it. If it comes to that. I mean, I don't even know if that's anything that he's looking for with me. It's early days. He might not be. It's not like witnessing me barfing it going to be anything good on the libido anyway. Sex might not even come up for another five years..." Now that was a scary prospect. He didn't want to be a thirty year old virgin.

"You know what? I'm not going to worry. I'm just going to let this play out and try not to overanalyse it. I do that too much and I don't want to make assumptions about him. That's not fair. You're right. He does make me happy. I've never felt like this about anyone. It's not even just happy. It's... something else I haven't figured out yet. All I know is he gives me huge butterflies in my stomach, and I can't stop wanting to smile when he's in the same room as me. That's never happened before, and I like it. So, I'm not going to worry. This is me not worrying. This is me going to take a shower... a long shower..." he had to add hastily and sheepishly. Just because he was willing to wait on the sex front to see how it played out didn't mean he wasn't thinking about it. He had been thinking about it since the first moment he got a clear view of Kurt's ass.

"I don't think it's gonna be five years, but he might be like you... Maybe he'll just wanna take his time with it, too... Hell, he could still be a virgin, so don't just assume anything. Just give it time. Which sounds really weird coming from me, but you get the idea, right?" He ruffled Blaine's messy curls with a grin. "You're gonna be fine, dude. I'm sure of it."

"Sounds like the best plan to me, dude. You can't work with what ifs... You can only work with what you know, and right now, that ain't much, so take your time and find out, you know?" He couldn't help the smirk on his face when Blaine indicated he might need extended time in the shower this morning. "Use conditioner, dude," Puck said, lightly shoving Blaine's shoulder. "Don't want any chafing."

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