Author's Note: Hi...Um so i realized i didn't really orient you guys to what exactly was happening in the first chapter so...Here it is.
Blaine has a past with parties. He doesn't like going to them cause they conjure up bad memories. He gets blackmailed (sorta) into going to Santana's party.
In this chapter is our first interaction with Blaine and Puck...let's see what happens.
P.S. i will try to update at least once a week. Normally during the weekend but i'm not making any promises...lol.
My head was throbbing. The smell of beer and liquor masked the entire living room. It was making me sick. I breathing was heavy and uneasy. I was almost hyperventilating.
I knew I shouldn't have come, I thought to myself as I sat on the couch, coke at hand. I don't know why Santana invited me. She knew I would have little to no fun. I don't go to parties. Not anymore. Not after that one.
Santana's house was different from any of my friends' houses that I had ever been to. Her Hispanic heritage was very evident everywhere. From the lively colors to the various amounts of Spanish quotes on the wall probably saying stuff like, Viva Mexico! or Soy Mexicana Por Gracisa a Dios!
My anxiety didn't help when I entered the door and saw most of the glee members and half of McKinely utterly drunk and acting ridiculously crazy.
"Hey Blaine," Santana slurred as she waved her red cup, "Glad you could make it,"
I didn't want to respond. There wasn't anything nice about people being drunk and acting retarded around you.
"Glad to be here," I lied.
"Well, help you're self to whatever," She said in between hiccups as Brittney, Santana's girlfriend, pulled her away to dance, "Mi casa es tu casa."
I wanna help myself to the door, I thought. But the sight in front of me prevented me from doing so.
He was in the back corner sitting with a bunch of people. They were sitting in a circle. A glass bottle spinning at the center of them.
She was right. He would be here. Not that I would doubt it. Puck was that kind of guy. Always having fun. Always going out to parties. And always having eyes lusting over him.
Honestly, he was one of the hottest guys in school. In my opinion at least. His muscles always showing from the tight shirts that he wore. His eyes, always so mesmerizing to look at. His full lips. And his voice. So husky and strong and when he sang. It was so sexy.
To say I had a crush on Puck was an understatement. But I wasn't in love with him. Just not in that way. Not yet at least. I really wanted to get to know him. But I'd be with Santana most of the time and he'd be with Finn, or every other girl in the school.
I knew I would never get a chance with him. I could settle for a friendship if that was all he could offer. Some of him would be so much better than none.
I saw the hunk of a man get up from where he was sitting.
He walked in my direction.
His eyes strong and lively. Hazel. Just like Jeffery's.
It was dark in the house only one small strobe light illuminated the room. I could barely see what was going on around me. Only in flashes. It was dark then light. Girls dancing on guys with little to no space in-between them. Dark then light. A bunch of jocks around a table chugging down some amber liquid. Dark then light. Justin making out with some blond chick. Dark then light.
I was feeling nervous and out of place. I shouldn't have come I thought.
I pressed through the crowd of people. I felt like I was being buried alive. I felt suffocated. I need to get out of here there was too much going on at once. I was getting light headed. I need some air.
I budged through the couple that was making out in front of the door and was able to leave the house.
My shoes clicked on the wooden floor of the porch looking for fresh air. I stopped at the steps leading into the house. Letting the air hit my face. It was relaxing. Refreshing almost.
I stood there for a while not thinking about anything. Just enjoying the breeze and the night sky.
I hear door open making the music poor out of the threshold. I didn't look to see who it was. I didn't want to.
I felt someone staring at me but I didn't dare look back.
I wasn't very accepted at school. I wasn't bothered very much but I wasn't acknowledged much either. So I kept to myself. I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't mess with anyone. I didn't try to make friends with anyone. I had the luck of having persistent people befriend me so I wasn't too alone but I wasn't popular or a social butterfly either.
I heard footsteps.
They were coming closer. And closer. And closer.
I felt a body shadow over me. Hovering me. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I don't want to turn around. I hesitant. I felt another tap.
I turn.
A pair of hazel eyes stare back and me. A wide grin on his face.
"Hi I don't believe we've met," he said extending his arm, "I'm Jeffery."
We have met I wanted to say. But I knew he wouldn't remember. I was just one of his little brother's friends. He wouldn't even give me the time of day.
"And you are?" he asked politely.
I didn't know if this was really happening. He's actually really trying to talk to me.
"Blaine," I said shaking his hand. I felt goose bumps. My hand shivered at his touch. It was a small spark of electricity ran through me. It felt amazing.
Our hands stayed interlocked for a while. For a long while. Al we did was stare at each other. No words were spoken. I stared into his deep hazel eyes. Eyes that made me melt. Eyes that lured me. Eyes that would eventually hurt me.
"Blaine!" I heard a voice yell still from a distance.
I felt my body shiver as he called my name. It wasn't a bad shiver. No. It felt good. As if he was meant to say it.
He finally reaches to me and holds out his fist.
I bump his fist with mine.
"Likin' the party," Puck says yelling over the loud bass of the speakers.
"Um yea," I said lying, "Super fun."
He stood next to me. Making small talk about the weather and about football. Puck's a really cool guy. Really nice and polite. When he wants to be of course. He could be a real ass. Or so I hear.
"You drink?" he asked smirking. His eyes gleaming.
I didn't want to lie. I don't drink any more not after that night. I knew if I was honest he'd think I was weird. Or uncool. I couldn't risk that.
I nodded almost excitingly.
"I'll take this then," he said taking the coke from my hands and replacing it with a full cup of amber liquid, "Time to drink with the big boys." He said clinking his cup to mine.
I knew what he gave me wasn't another cup of soda. He probably gave me some of the hard liquor he was drinking earlier. I didn't want to seem as if I didn't drink. It wouldn't help my rep as an outcast. I was already a step in being part of the popular clique.
"Um thanks," I said holding the cup uneasily. I look into Puck's eyes again. Hazel. But not like Jeffery's. These eyes were soft, and oddly comforting. I take a deep breath and down the content of the cup as if it were water.
I winced as the alcohol burned through my throat. After a couple of seconds after I finished drinking the liquor. Puck reappeared with two shot glasses with clear liquid.
"Cheers," Puck said gently taping his glass to mine.
I followed suit, both of us gulping the drink at the same time.
I felt my body get loose a bit. My head almost getting woozy. Not dizzy. I wasn't disoriented but I wasn't fully sober either.
I heard him yell something over the speakers again. My senses weren't working at the moment. I couldn't make out a thing. I could tell he knew I didn't understand what he had said. My face clearly said it all. I felt his lips press close to my ear.
"Let's go to the circle," I clearly understood.
"Ok," I said not thinking about what I was saying or doing at the moment.
He grabbed me by the wrist and led me towards the group of people I saw him sitting with earlier. I noticed the people around us were some what familiar to me.
In the circle was Finn, a football jock and Rachel, his girlfriend. Then were Santana and the blond girl she was dancing with, Brittney. Next to Brittney, were two other girls, Quinn and Mercedes. Next to Mercedes a guy named Sam and next to him Kurt.
Puck sat next to Finn while I sat in between Puck and Kurt.
They were all piss-drunk. At least that's what it looked like. The only one who didn't look drunk was, now that I think about it, Puck.
It was Sam's turn.
He spun the glass bottle.
It turned.
It stopped.
Rachel.
He didn't even think twice he got up from his spot and starting making out with Finn's girlfriend. All around me was a bunch of wolf-whistling and hollering. Even Finn didn't seem to care that someone close to him was eating his girlfriends face. He finally let go of Rachel's lips and they both took their seats.
It was Kurt's turn.
He spun the glass bottle.
It turned.
It stopped.
Mercedes.
"Gimme some sugar sugah," he said in a ghetto voice, reminiscent to Mercedes actual voice.
She laughed as Kurt kissed her full on the lips.
Last time I checked he was gay. But I guess it's the alcohol talking here.
It was my turn.
I spun the glass bottle a little reluctant.
It turned.
It stopped.
Santana?!
I was a little bit hesitant to kiss one of my best friends. I could tell I wasn't exactly as drunk as everyone else. I still was able to think before acting.
"Come on Hobbit," she said slurring her words, "Watcha waiting for?"
I got up abruptly from my spot. I couldn't do this. I knew I couldn't. I heard several of the guys groan in disagreement.
"Stop being a pussy Blaine," I heard Sam say.
I looked for Puck's eyes. I need some reassurance.
His hazel eyes watched me expectantly. They gave me the courage I needed.
I quickly grabbed one of the red cups from the counter and chugged it. As I finished I rose the cup in the air receiving some approving screams and hollers.
I then knelt down and kissed Santana. I could taste her lips. Cherry and alcohol. Santana would owe me big time for this.
After a couple of seconds I retracted from her lips receiving a bunch of high-fives and approving stares.
It was Puck's turn.
He spun the glass bottle.
It turned.
It stopped.
Me.
I stop. I froze. I didn't know what to think. Was this a dream? A joke? A prank? It had to be thought.
I pinched myself. Nope. I'm awake. I'm not dreaming.
I saw their faces. Santana, Kurt, and the other girls where cheering and yelling. Probably excited they could finally see two hot guys kiss. I saw the guys faces. Finn's and Sam's disgusted a bit yet intrigued.
Mine: scared as hell, yet expectant. I looked at Puck.
It might have been the alcohol impairing my vision but it looked like he was smirking. He winked at me. As if asking if it was ok.
I didn't know what to expect. I didn't know what to do. My brain told me to get up and leave. This was wrong. Really wrong. But my heart wanted it so bad. I went with the strongest.
I winked back.
He moved closer to me. His lips inches away from mine. I took a heavy breath. I could smell him. He didn't smell like alcohol. He smelled likeā¦Puck. A scent that was only familiar to him. I couldn't explain it. It had that je ne se quoi.
I could still hear the cheering coming from everyone around me. And that's what did it.
He closed the remaining gap.
His lips touching mine.
He kissed me.
