Thread: Puck and Blaine converse in the hallway Who: Puck and Blaine When: Wed March 21st, between classes Where: McKinely, an empty hallway Warnings: Just language What: Puck confronts Blaine about their former relationship.
Puck had been reeling ever since he found out that during the time he couldn't remember he'd dated a boy. Publicly! What the fuck was he thinking? Well, after spending most of Sunday night "researching" he had a pretty good idea what he was thinking, but to be out and open about it? If you weren't like Kurt, that shit could get you killed in Lima. Even if you were Kurt and everyone expected it, it wasn't like the dude had an easy, pain-free life. The younger, stupider Puck had made sure of that.
What was so special about Blaine that it had made Puck agree to date him in public? Was he seriously that good a lay? By the time Monday night rolled around and Puck was still thinking about it, he knew he had to talk to Blaine in person. And in private. Not because he wanted to do anything. He just wanted to understand why he'd been willing to risk life and limb to be with the curly-haired short dude who could sing.
It took until Wednesday before Puck saw an opportunity to approach Blaine while he was relatively alone in the hallway and ask, "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Blaine jolted a little, the times he'd been pulled aside in an empty hallway and the result being good could be counted on one hand. He glanced up and found himself adrift in relief and sadness. Puck wouldn't hurt him, not now anyway. Of course he also wasn't going to tell him he wanted to be back with Blaine either. Really what ever this new memory washed Puck wanted couldn't be a threat. He was probably going to give him a big brotherly speech about not messing with Kurt now that they were broken up.
"Sure. What's going on?"
"So," Puck began, looking everywhere but Blaine's eyes. "I just … well, I didn't - I don't remember this, but I found out a few days ago that we used to date." Puck wasn't quite sure where he was going with this conversation, but he needed confirmation from the source.
Blaine's entire body went tense. "Who told.... You know what it doesn't matter. What we had was very short very intense and best forgotten."
"Best forgotten?" Puck asked with a frown. "Well, if that isn't a damn blow to the old ego? Jesus!" Puck finally looked at Blaine's face and felt like something sharp lodged in his throat and his heartbeat quickened. What the fuck? "And what do you mean by 'intense'? Did we, like, do it or something?"
Blaine kept careful track of his body. He made sure there wasn't a speck of his powers in his body when dealing with Puck. It would be too easy to lure him back. "We did. Look it wasn't the best relationship. It was sudden, intense, and ended with you burning things. Just don't." He begged with his eyes, pleaded for Puck to stop tempting him.
"But why?" Puck asked, ignoring Blaine's obvious uneasiness in favor of getting the answers he felt he just had to have. "I mean, I suppose you're cute or whatever, for a dude, but I just... I don't get it and I can't remember and-" Puck paused with a frustrated huff and continued, "Can't you just do me a solid and fill me in a little? So I don't feel so fucking out of sorts about the whole thing?"
Blaine groaned at the persistence. Really why couldn't Puck just leave it be? He was just going to go back to women anyway. "It was a fling, an experiment. It got out of control and you went back to women immediately after anyway." He was trying to stay calm, but the bitterness and hurt seeped into his voice.
God, now Puck felt bad. Like worse than he had when he cut the head off Rachel's doll when they were eight and she wouldn't talk to him for two weeks, but not quite as bad as when Finn found out that he was Beth's father. And something just didn't sit right with Puck about Blaine's explanation. Then it occurred to him, "If it was just a fling, how come I asked that Harley guy to be you and not like, 80s Madonna or Betty Page or even like, Brad Pitt or someone? It doesn't make any sense, unless..." Puck let his voice trail off, not willing to think about what it would have taken for him to get so fixated on one person like that. Like he had with Quinn, and then Lauren.
"You what? When were you with Harley? Why in the world would you want to..." Blaine pressed his hand to his temple as he attempted to process. "I don't know... It.. look it got intense very fast between us. We.. There was love said and I think..." Blaine was distinctly trying not to imagine the possibility that Puck had been pining over him as much as Blaine had been. "Look it started with us singing together."
"Oh," Puck replied, his face suddenly feeling all hot. Since when did he do things like tell people he loved them? Much less tell a boy he loved him. It was all so fucked up and yet, Puck couldn't help but reach out and touch Blaine's hand, like that would help him remember or some shit. The funny thing was, it felt kinda familiar. But he still couldn't remember ever doing it before.
Blaine wanted it, wanted to touch and kiss and try again with Puck so badly. Blaine let the touch happen, let himself imagine for a moment Puck had chosen him, chosen to fight for Blaine, to push and dig and get under his skin. "I have the recording if you want... to hear. It's probably hard to believe."
On the one hand, Puck wasn't sure he wanted to know. But on the other hand, he was too curious not to at least check out this recording. If it really had all started with them singing together, Puck had to know what song could possibly make him fall in love. With a dude. Unless Blaine meant … "A recording of us singing, right?" Puck asked, his eyes narrowed a little suspiciously.
Blaine instantly flushed, remembering what else was on that tape. He pulled his hand away from Puck's small touch. "Among other things. Are you interested or not?"
"Among other..." Puck repeated, not sure exactly what that meant. It sounded sexual. Swallowing his discomfort at the thought, because there was a little bit of excitement in there too, Puck nodded. "Yeah. When and where, dude?"
"My house. Friday." Blaine paused, rethinking the location. He didn't want to be tempted, didn't want to be listening to the first time they touched with a man who didn't remember. But where else was there? "I'll text you the address."
"Yeah, sure," Puck nodded, thinking that Blaine's choice of time and place seemed reasonable. If there was other stuff on that recording, he certainly didn't want to listen to it in the choir room or anywhere else other people might hear. "See ya then." Puck could still feel the sensation of Blaine's skin against his fingers and he had no idea what to do about it.
Blaine kept his body and face neutral. He could still feel the warmth of Puck's hand. He pushed himself through the rest of the day maintaining his perfect mask. Barely.