"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."