AUTHOR'S NOTE: HI GUYS! Chapter eight is FINALLY (and more than likely, well overdue) here! I work all the time now, so I wrote/typed when I could. I'm not sure if people will like this chapter or not, but I had a good time finishing it today. (Does anybody still read this?) My timing during the trip might be off. I tried to be as specific as possible, but I'm sure I made a few errors. I hope it's not all over the place. Sorry for the delay. I hope you guys enjoy the super long chapter! Please leave a review or any comments you may wish to leave! Enjoy!


Blaine's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight pouring into the room, feeling rather happy and excited. He was excited for the trip, but that feeling was overpowered by the overwhelming happiness radiating from him. The night before was over the top crazy. Blaine still couldn't believe what happened, happened. His mind was racing over everything that happened. Puck had kissed him AND made out with him, more than once. Needless to say, it was amazing. Blaine shifted in his spot on Puck's bed and remembered Puck's arm was draped over him. It gave Blaine an idea. He slowly turned around in his spot to face Puck, who was still asleep, and planted a soft, gentle kiss on his lips.

Puck felt a pair of lips on his own. He knew whose lips they belonged to and he was more than happy to kiss the boy back. He opened his eyes to see Blaine staring at him, smiling. Puck was in awe at how beautiful Blaine was. If anyone could beat him in a "good looking" contest, it would be Blaine. Puck gave his own smile, eyes half opened, staring directly at Blaine. "You are so gorgeous." Puck said, running his hand over Blaine's curls, playing with them.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, but mornings are probably when I look the worst."

"Poppycock!" Puck exclaimed.

Blaine looked at him with confusion. "Poppycock?"

"Yeah. It's an expression."

"What an odd word for an expression." Blaine said, with wonder.

Puck started to chuckle. "You're so cute." This caused Blaine to blush like crazy. Puck took notice, leaning into Blaine's lips, kissing him a little more passionately than before. He pulled back before things got a little more crazy and said, "Seriously, though. You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Waking up to your sexy ass next to me, kissing me; that's how I want to wake up every morning." Puck said with a bit of laughter.

Blaine laughed as well.

"I said poppycock because that shit you said about you looking the worst in the mornings is, in fact, poppycock. You look absolutely beautiful. If anyone looks like shit, it's me." Puck said, smiling.

Blaine felt tears well up in his eyes. He quickly shut his eyes and opened them quickly to get rid of the tears, but one managed to slip. Puck noticed and his smile fell.

"What's wrong, Blaine?" Puck asked with worry.

Blaine wiped his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being overdramatic. I…um…well…you see...it's just…no one's ever treated me this way before. The way you treat me." He looked at Puck, who was still looking worried, and continued. "I mean, yeah, Kurt and I had our moments. He was sweet and caring when he wanted to be, but most of the time, he was just all about himself. With you, I feel different. You treat me like a Prince, and like I matter. I never felt that way with anyone."

"You're not being overdramatic. I mean, alright, I'll be honest with you because I'm an honest person, but you do happen to cry a lot. That's okay, though. Sometimes we need to let our emotions out, and crying is better than other things. You should always be treated like that, Blaine. I don't understand how your past boyfriends treated you like shit. You are the most amazing person I've ever met, and anyone who thinks differently, obviously don't deserve your time or attention. They took you for granted and that isn't right. People don't know what it means to be humble and respectful anymore, but you, Blaine Anderson, are part of that small percentage of people who actually ARE humble and respectful. If anyone deserves happiness, Blaine, it's you. You deserve to be treated like King of the Universe, dude. Who better to do it than me?" Puck said, laughing, getting Blaine to laugh as well. "Now, I would love to continue this conversation with you, but we do happen to have plans set for today. So, stop your crying, get that hot ass in the shower, and I'll pack up the car. Okay, sweetcheeks?" Puck said, getting out of bed.

He looked back at Blaine, who was staring at Puck's ass. "Like what you see, huh?"

Blaine had his mouth opened, but closed it after Puck caught him staring. "Um, well, yeah. Yeah, I actually really like what I see. How about a free preview?" Blaine said, winking at Puck, smiling devilishly.

Puck liked where this was going. "You're playing on Puckasaurus levels of flirting. I like it. How about you give me a free preview of your ass?"

Blaine got up from the bed, only in boxer briefs, and stood face to face with him. "I think I asked first, sexy."

"That you did…that you did." Puck said. He never knew Blaine was such a flirt; it turned him on. "I can honestly say I'm super turned on right now, from you being almost fully nude, and all the flirting." Puck said seductively. He leaned in, smashing his lips on Blaine's, asking for entrance with his tongue right away, rubbing his hands on Blaine's back, down under his underwear, grasping Blaine's ass cheeks. Blaine moaned into the kiss and started to enjoy it, when Puck pulled away.

"While I enjoyed that, we do have to get ready. Don't worry, babe. You'll see plenty of me on the trip." He said with a wink and a smile.

Blaine was left wanting more, but didn't argue. He was already having the best day, and it just started.


"You ready to head out?" Puck asked Blaine, walking into his bedroom to start packing the car.

"Yeah. Do we have everything?"

"I think so. We checked three times, anyways, so I'm sure we're okay." Puck said, chuckling.

"Well, I'm sorry I want to make sure we have everything." Blaine defended.

Puck shook his head with a smile. "I knooooow, I'm just joking with you."

"I know." Blaine said, letting his guard down.

Puck took Blaine in his arms and put his head on his curls. "We are going to have a great time, I hope you know that." He said, now looking down at Blaine.

Blaine looked at Puck. "I do know that. Even if I don't, I always have a certain something." He said, grinning.

Puck let out a playful grin. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"My books." Blaine said, smiling and trying not to laugh.

Puck laughed. "You're adorable."

Blaine blushed. "You're hot."

"Duh."

They both laughed loudly this time. After they stopped laughing, they stared into each other's eyes, as if they were looking into each other's souls.

"You know, you have the most beautiful eyes." Blaine said.

"They're brown. They're a shit color."

"It's not a shit color. Your eyes sparkle in the sunlight. They have a bit of hazel in them. So, again, beautiful." Blaine said.

Puck couldn't help but blush and crack a smile. "Thank you, babe. Your eyes are gorgeous. I like looking at them. I feel caught in a daze when I do. So, again, gorgeous."

Blaine had no other response. He leaned in and kissed Puck on the lips with a bit of lustful force. They pulled away from each other and smiled.

"Well, we should really start packing the car. We keep procrastinating with make-outs and feelings. Who would've thought I would be this gay?" Puck said laughing. Blaine slapped him in the arm, laughing as well.

"I couldn't tell you, Puck." Blaine said smiling, helping carry their stuff out to Puck's car.


They traveled west, on I-80W, traveling through Indiana, Illinois, and Iowa, switching off driving every four hours, stopping for gas and food when needed. They decided before they left Lima to stay at hotels if they were overly tired. When they hit Iowa, they decided to travel to Des Moines, and stay there.

When they got to their hotel room the first night, they ate some food from a local deli. After, they decided to cuddle, watching some ridiculous late night TV shows. They started to get horny and would make out when they were. Although it went nothing further than making out, they still enjoyed every minute of it.

"You know, I really do enjoy this trip so far, even though all we've done is drive." Blaine said, arms wrapped around Puck, head on his chest.

Puck let out a chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about it. I've never done that much driving before. I shouldn't complain though, since I'm the genius that decided on driving."

"Oh, shut up. I don't care how long I have to sit in a car; as long as I am with my best friend, it doesn't matter." Blaine said, looking up at Puck.

Puck looked at him. "You keep finding a way to make my heart melt. I don't know how you were dumped, but damn, you're making me feel emotions that I thought I wasn't able to have."

Blaine couldn't help but smile. "Well, there's more to you than just your "bad-boy" exterior. You're a huuuuuge softy on the interior."

"Yeah. I've been thinking about losing the bad boy image." Puck said, looking lost in a thought.

"I'm sorry…what was that? Noah Puckerman, the biggest badass at McKinley, wants to not be a badass anymore?" Blaine said, with a bit of shock and tease in his voice.

Puck snapped out of his thought and looked at Blaine. "Okay, just for the record, I'll still be known as the best badass at McKinley. No one will ever top my badassness." Blaine rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I don't know, though. I just feel like, like that's not the type of person I really want to be the rest of my life."

"Well, you've changed a lot, Puck. Maybe you've already lost the bad-boy exterior. Maybe you're already the new, improved Puck. I mean, if you haven't changed, would you really be best friends with me? Not to mention, making out with me?" Blaine asked, amusement in his voice.

Puck let out a soft chuckle. "If I was still doing my old ways, no. But you might be right."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "There's no "might." I am right. You have changed. I may have not seen your old ways, but from what I've heard, you were a complete dick. Kurt used to tell me everything you used to do, but he said you were starting to change, thanks to Glee. I transferred here, and when I met you, you were still a bit of a dick, but you were so much more different from the stories Kurt told me. I don't know why you think you still need to change, but you already have. Majorly. Not only are you a big softy, you are a big homo as well." Blaine said, trying to ease the sadness.

Puck let out a small laugh. "You think I'm a big homo, huh? That's probably true. I've been feeling all gay like today."

They both laughed.

"No, you're definitely right. I just sometimes feel like the old Puck, you know? I like the change I've made. One of the reasons why; I met you." Puck said, smiling a little.

Blaine didn't need to say anything. He leaned up and took Puck in for a kiss. "I'm glad to have met you. It's definitely something I'll be thankful for this Thanksgiving."

Puck couldn't help but laugh. "We should really go to bed. We still have a lot of road to burn."

"Goodnight, sexy, sexy man." Blaine said, winking at Puck.

Puck smiled and let out a soft laugh. "Goodnight, my dear gorgeous man."


The next day, they wasted no time getting back on the road. They took stops when needed, but trying to limit them. They passed through Nebraska and stopped in Cheyenne, Wyoming. They stayed at another hotel and did what they normally did; eat, talk, and make out.

"Hey Blaine, wanna have some beers?" Puck asked from the bed he was lying in. Blaine was in the bathroom, drying off his hair from the shower he just took. He walked out of the bathroom in just his towel, which definitely caught Puck's attention, since his eyes were on Blaine. "Since when did we have alcohol? I didn't think you brought any." Blaine said, looking at Puck, who was still staring at him. Blaine couldn't help but let out a little laugh. "Puck." Puck snapped out of his staring and looked Blaine in the eyes. "What?"

"You didn't hear what I said?" Blaine asked.

"Well, the fact that you're almost naked kind of took me by surprise." Puck said.

Blaine blushed a little and let out a soft chuckle. "I asked when did we have alcohol?"

"Oh. Yeah. I brought alcohol. I just figured we should wait until we made it at least halfway. I bought a few big bottles for when we get out there and some beer as well." Puck said, getting up.

"Oh. Okay. Are you going to go get it?" Blaine asked.

"That's why I brought it up, silly boy." Puck said, planting a kiss on Blaine's cheek. He left the room, leaving Blaine by himself.

Blaine dropped his towel and hung it up in the bathroom. He grabbed his bag, opened it, and looked for a pair of underwear to wear. When he finally found a pair, he heard the door open and close behind him. He turned around to see Puck staring at him. Blaine realized that Puck was staring at something else. Blaine didn't feel uncomfortable, though. He decided to do a little bit of flirting.

"Like what you see?" Blaine asked with a small smile.

Puck couldn't believe what he was seeing. He always imagined what it would look like, but damn, it was just about as big as his. He was at a loss for words. "Uh…uhm…uh, yeah. Yeah. How big is it?"

Puck mentally hit himself. "REALLY? How big is it?!" He thought to himself.

Blaine laughed and turned red. He couldn't believe this was happening. "It's…ah…8 inches hard."

Puck was still staring at Blaine's dick. He was getting hard just looking at it. "Eight?! Damn. You're at my level. I'm eight and a half inches." Puck said, winking at Blaine. He decided to go set the beer on the table, grabbing two. He turned around to see Blaine, still naked, bending over. Puck could see a clear shot of Blaine's ass. The sight was cut short when Blaine pulled his underwear on. Puck walked over and gave Blaine his beer. "Thanks." Blaine said, as he popped open his beer and took a swig. Puck sat on his bed, cracked open his beer, and took a big gulp. They both sat there, drinking their beers, talking about school, the drive, tv, music; everything.

They both were on their eighth beer; Puck only being slightly drunk, Blaine wasted. Blaine sat up from his spot and said, "You know, I wanted you to see it."

"See what, man?" Puck asked with a bit of slurring in his speech.

"My dick, Puck. My dick. I wanted you to see it." Blaine said, slurring his words worse than Puck.

Puck let out a small laugh. "I got that when you asked me if I liked what I saw."

"Did you?"

Puck let out a little chuckle. "Yeah. I did. A lot, actually. So much that I got hard just by looking at it."

Blaine let out a little giggle. Puck had his eyes on him the whole time. Blaine was looking back at Puck. "I'm really drunk." Blaine said, falling on his back next to Puck. Blaine giggled, but stopped when he saw Puck staring. "What's going on in that head of yours, Puck?"

"I'm just thinking about California and how much fun we're going to have." Puck said, finishing his beer.

Blaine smiled. "I think we should do something fun."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Puck asked, realizing his can of beer is empty.

"Oh, I don't know…we can…you know…" Blaine said, giggling.

Puck let out a small laugh. "Blaine, you're extremely drunk."

"So? You are too." Blaine said, touching Puck's thigh.

"Blaine…you are going to pass out as soon as we make out." Puck said, laughing softly.

Blaine let out a sigh and put a sad face on, but he knew Puck was right. Blaine had enough trouble trying to figure out how to make the room stop spinning. "The room is spinning, Puck." Blaine slurred.

"Bedtime for you, buddy." Puck said, slurring his speech a little.

"I don't want…go sleep…" Blaine slurred, before shutting his eyes. He fell asleep in almost an instant. Puck couldn't help but laugh. He got up and grabbed a trash can from the bathroom and set it down next to Blaine. He moved Blaine over onto his side, just in case he had to puke. He didn't want Blaine dying on this trip. Puck took off his pants and shirt, leaving him only in his boxer briefs. He pulled the blanket over him and Blaine and shut off the lights. He wrapped his arm around Blaine and snuggled him close. He was about to fall asleep, when he whispered something to Blaine.

"Goodnight, B."


Puck woke up to sound of someone puking. When he looked over, he saw Blaine puking in the trashcan next to him. Puck sat up and moved over next to Blaine. "Are you okay?" Puck asked.

Blaine wiped some tears that came out of his eyes from puking so much. "No. I think I had too much to drink." He croaked softly.

Puck let out a small laugh and wrapped his arms around Blaine. "You did, but it's okay. You'll live." He kissed Blaine's cheek and got up from the bed. He dug around in his bag and found what he was looking for.

Blaine noticed Puck sitting down next to him, not empty-handed. Puck had brought Blaine a few aspirin and a glass of water. "Thanks." Blaine said, taking the aspirin immediately.

"Did you want to sleep for a while? We can always head out later?" Puck asked.

Blaine shook his head. "Nope. I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?" Puck asked.

"Yes I'm sure. I'm fine. Mind over matter, right? I'm done puking today." Blaine said, with a small smile on his face.

"Alright. I'm holding you to that no puking thing."

Blaine let out a soft laugh. "I won't puke. I just need something greasy to eat."

Puck let out a laugh. "I must be rubbing off on you. Either that or we have more in common than we know."

Blaine got up and brushed his teeth, getting dressed shortly afterwards. As soon as Blaine was done dressing, Puck pinned him up against the wall and passionately kissed him. "Your breath smells better now." Puck said, a soft smile on his face.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Shut up and kiss me."

Puck smashed his lips onto Blaine's. He quickly ran his tongue on Blaine's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Blaine obliged and let his tongue roam free with Puck's. Puck slipped his hand under Blaine's shirt, feeling his abs. Blaine let out a moan, liking what Puck was doing. Blaine started to unbutton Puck's pants, when Puck pulled away. "Alright. Time to go."

Blaine looked confused. "What the hell?"

Puck turned around. "What?"

"You start to make out with me, feel me up, and then say it's time to go? What the fuck, dude?" Blaine said, annoyed.

Puck let out a laugh.

"Puck, you're a huge tease." Blaine said.

"I'm not a tease, Blaine Anderson." Puck said, chuckling.

"Oh really? You want to tell me what you've been doing and what you just did is not teasing? We never move past second base." Blaine said in all seriousness.

"You really want to have sex, don't you?" Puck asked.

"To be honest, I thought that's what you were leading up to just now." Blaine said, calmly.

Puck went over and hugged Blaine. "Alright. So I'll be honest then; I have been a tease. Only because I want our first time to be special, you know?"

"Puck, we're not virgins anymore." Blaine said.

"I meant me, Blaine, your first time with me." Puck said, looking down at Blaine, who was already looking at him. "I don't know, I'm being cheesy and stuff. I just want our first time having sex to be…special. I want my first time with you to be special. That's why I haven't had sex with you yet."

Blaine couldn't help what he was feeling in the moment. He grabbed Puck by the neck and pulled him into a soft and sweet kiss.

Blaine opened his eyes and looked at Puck. "You're the sweetest guy I've ever met."

Puck let out a small laugh. "You are the sweetest by far. Come on, let's get on the road."


They kept heading west on I-80 W, hoping to get to California tomorrow. Both of the boys were getting rather anxious to get out to San Francisco, so they could finally stop all the driving, but they knew they had quite a ways to go. They passed through the rest of Wyoming, driving through the first part of Utah. They noticed that this part of Utah is desert. All you could see was mountains and flat desert lands.

Blaine was looking out the window, looking at all the names written in the sandy areas on the side of the freeway.

"Puck, do you see all the names written in the sand?" Blaine asked.

Puck took a glance at the side of the freeway, seeing what Blaine was seeing. "Oh, yeah. That's cool. Do people just pull over and write their names with rocks or something?"

"More than likely." Blaine said.

Puck thought of an idea. "Hold on."

Blaine wondered what Puck was doing, but he soon realized why he was pulling over. Blaine looked over at Puck as he put the car in park. "Well, what do you say, handsome? Should we go write our names?" Puck asked with a smile, as he got out of the car. Blaine smiled and quickly followed. Blaine grabbed a stick that was lying down by someone's name written in the sand. He found Puck already writing his name with a rock. Blaine noticed Puck was writing something a little more than just his name. Puck turned to look at Blaine. "Blaine!" He motioned Blaine over. Blaine walked over to Puck and saw what he wrote.

"NP + BA

Best Friends Until the End"

Puck looked at Blaine, who was smiling widely. "You're too cute." Blaine walked back over to the spot where he finished writing what he wrote in the sand. He looked at it, satisfied.

"BA hearts NP"

He didn't want to say anything about how he was falling for Puck. He couldn't help but feel this overwhelming sense of love when he's around. It's like anything could go wrong, but as long as Puck was there, he didn't care. He really wanted to be Puck's boyfriend, since Puck likes him back, but he knew Puck had something special planned, and he would have to wait. Of course, Blaine didn't like waiting, but if Puck really does have something special planned, then he doesn't want to ruin it. As Blaine was lost in his train of thought, Puck walked over and saw what Blaine wrote. "Blaine?" Puck asked, Blaine's attention fully focused on Puck. Blaine looked back down at his writing and back at Puck.

"So you heart me, huh?" Puck said, a little smile on his face.

Blaine stood up. "It's silly, I know. Let's get back on the road."

Puck stopped him from walking away, chuckling softly. "No, no. You come back here, mister." He couldn't help but laugh when he saw Blaine was blushing. Puck put his hand on Blaine's face, so Blaine would look at him. "Do you mean it?"

Blaine stared into Puck's eyes and nodded. He didn't want to seem like he was moving too fast, but he meant it. Blaine was waiting for Puck to talk, but he wanted to say something first. "I love you, Puck. I know it may seem like it's too fast, but I wouldn't say it if I really didn't mean it. I've never fallen quite as fast as I thought I would. I understand if you don't wa-" Blaine was cut off by Puck's lips on his. Puck gave him a soft, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. They even got a few honks from cars passing by. When Puck pulled away, he said, "I love you too, Blaine."

Blaine looked unconvinced. "Are you just saying that because I did?"

"Blaine, I'm saying it because I mean it. I feel it. I love you, Blaine." Puck said.

Blaine let out a smile. "You really do?"

Puck nodded.

Blaine pulled him in for another kiss, a little more forceful and sloppier than the previous. Puck smiled and let out a chuckle. "That was a wet one."

Blaine laughed. "You like it."

"I do." Puck laughed. "We should get going though. It's hot as balls out here."

They got back into Puck's car and continued their quest to the west. After a while of driving, they noticed a rest stop with people walking out in the white flatland. Puck got off on the exit and parked the car. "I believe these…are the Bonneville Salt Flats." Puck said.

"Oh. Should we go investigate?" Blaine asked.

"We can, after I use the bathroom. If you want, you can go out there and I'll meet you, if you don't have to use the restroom." Puck suggested.

"Yeah, I'll just meet you out there then." Blaine said, smiling.

They both got out of the car and went their separate ways. Blaine decided to walk out into the salt flats and see what they looked like. When he got out there, he noticed that there were clumps of salt together, some wet, and people were putting the soil in water bottles. Blaine kneeled down and got a closer look at the land. He was about to pick up a clump when he heard a voice behind him. "Hey."

He turned around to see Puck, holding out an empty water bottle. "Figured you might want to collect some of the soil as a souvenir." Blaine smiled at him and took the water bottle.

He filled it up about halfway with soil and water. He grabbed a small clump of the salt clumped together and carried it in his hand. After about 5 more minutes, they decided to head back to the car, but before they did, they washed their shoes and hands at the water spray station provided there.

They got back into Puck's car and continued west. They talked about how cool it was to see salty clumps of soil and how hot the weather was.

"So, I was thinking about this when I was in the bathroom." Puck started. "What if we just drove from here on out…switching off after a good amount of hours, taking only a few stops? I just really want to get out to San Fran and I know you want to, too."

Blaine thought about what Puck suggested. He could do that. "So, would we sleep six hours each while the other is driving and switch off after that?"

"Well, we could do that. I mean, during the day, we'd be okay. We'd both be awake and stuff. I mean, I'm good driving for a long time, as long as I have some music and something energizing to drink. That way you can be the first to sleep, so when I start to get really tired, I'll wake you up, pull over, and you can drive then. Deal?" Puck asked.

Blaine processed everything Puck said. "Deal." Puck smiled and kissed Blaine on the lips quickly, not trying to get them in an accident.


They traveled through Salt Lake City, enjoying the view of the mountains and each other's company. After they had passed through the rest of Utah and entered Nevada, Blaine had fallen asleep, leaving Puck up all by himself. Puck was drinking an energy drink, keeping him fully energized and alert. He had the music up a bit, but not too loud, respecting Blaine's sleep time. Every so often, he would look over at Blaine, who looked cute when he slept. He wanted Blaine to wake up so he could have someone to talk to, but he knew Blaine needed the sleep.

Puck put his hand on Blaine's thigh and started to move his hand back and forth very softly. He did this while keeping his eyes on the road, but glancing every so often to look at Blaine. He stopped moving his hand but kept it there.

By the time they reached Elko, Puck was getting very tired. He kept fighting to stay awake, but it wasn't working out for him. He decided he should wake Blaine up. "Blaine." Puck said, shaking him, keeping his eyes on the road. He glanced over to see the boy wasn't responding. "Blaaaaine." Puck said again. Blaine started to move, opening his eyes slightly to see who was calling his name.

"…what…?" Blaine said, groggily.

"It's time for you to drive. I let you sleep as long as I could, but I can barely keep my eyes open anymore. So, I'll stop at a gas station and we can switch, okay?" Puck said, quietly.

Blaine nodded his head and put his head back on the window.

Puck found a gas station, filling the car up with gas while Blaine went inside to use the restroom and get two cups of coffee. After he finished filling the car up with gas, Puck went inside to go pay and find Blaine. When he walked inside, he saw Blaine with two big cups of coffee in his hands, looking for something to snack on.

"Two cups of coffee? Oh man, you're going to be fucking wired." Puck said, chuckling.

Blaine rolled his eyes and laughed. "Yep. When you wake up, I'll probably be a Chatty Cathy."

Puck laughed. "You about ready to go? The car is all filled up."

Blaine looked at the items in his hands and said, "Yeah. I'm all ready. Are you getting anything to drink at all?"

Puck shook his head. "Nah. I'm sure when I wake up, there will be another gas station if I really need a drink."

"Whatever. I'm buying you a soda and a powerade. What kind do you want?" Blaine asked.

Puck smiled at the boy. "Get me a Sprite and a blue powerade."

"Alright, I'll pay for the gas, too. You just go back to the car and get cozy." Blaine said, shooing Puck away.

Puck let out a small laugh and walked back out to the car. When he got to the car, he grabbed his pillow and blanket from the back seat, getting as comfortable as he could. By the time he got comfortable, the driver side door opened and Blaine fell into his seat.

"Alright, are we ready to go?" Blaine asked. He buckled up, started up the car, and looked over at Puck, who looked very comfortable. Blaine couldn't help but chuckle. "I can see you're comfy."

Puck smiled. "It would be so much better if I was on a bed and you were right next to me."

Blaine blushed. "In time, Puck. In time."

Puck let out a big yawn and closed his eyes. Blaine put the car in drive and off they went.


They made it to Reno in the early morning hours, Puck still sleeping, and Blaine was feeling really energetic. He had managed to swipe down both cups of coffee in about 4 hours time and he was ready to get to California. He glanced at Puck, who was still in a very deep sleep. Blaine smiled at the boy and turned his attention back to the road. He wanted to sing to some music, but Puck was sleeping. He decided he was going to sing anyways, seeing as though they were almost close to California.

He grabbed one of the CDs he brought along and slipped it in. It was a mixed CD Puck made before they left. He forgot what songs Puck put on the CD, so he decided to just flip through until he found something he liked. He came on a song that he knew all too well. Blaine decided to turn the volume up a bit and started singing.

Double D
Big full breasts on my baby
Triple weight
Couldn't weigh the love I've got for the girl
And I just wanna know
Why you ain't been goin' to work
Boss ain't workin' ya like this
He can't take care of you like this

Now you're lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost

Got on my buttercream silk shirt and it's Versace
Hand me my triple weight
So I can weigh the work I got on your girl
No I don't really wish
I don't wish the titties would show
No, have I ever
Have I ever let you get caught?

Now you're lost
Lost in the heat of it all
Girl you know you're lost
Lost in the thrill of it all
Miami, Amsterdam
Tokyo, Spain, lost
Los Angeles, India
Lost on a train, lost

She's at a stove
Can't believe I got her out here cookin' dope
I promise she'll be
Whippin' meals up for a family of her own some day
Nothin' wrong
No nothin' wrong with a lie
Nothin' wrong with another short plane ride
Through the sky
You and I

Love lost
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost
Love love
Love lost

Blaine finished singing the song, feeling like singing another one, when he was startled.

"That's a great song, but you singing about double d's and girls just doesn't fit." Puck said, slowly waking up. Blaine felt embarrassed, which Puck noticed and said, "Don't be embarrassed. You sang the shit out of that song. I just thought it was funny how you were singing about girls when you like boys." Puck let out a small laugh.

"Amused, are we?" Blaine said sarcastically.

"Very." Puck agreed.

"Well, I'm glad you are amused. I didn't know you liked Frank Ocean." Blaine said, glancing at Puck.

"Oh, yeah. His music is amazing. I might even go as far and say he's one of my favorite artists." Puck said, yawning. "I didn't know you liked Frank Ocean, either."

Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, I just love his music."

"So where are we, driver?" Puck asked, throwing the blanket and pillow in the back.

"We are…um…we passed Reno a little while ago, so we should be close to the border of California." Blaine said.

Puck nodded and looked out the window. They sat in silence for a few minutes, until Puck broke the silence. "Look!"

Blaine looked over towards Puck, who was pointing at the freeway in front of them. Blaine realized Puck was pointing to the "Welcome to California" sign. They made it to California.

"Oh shit! We made it to Cali!" Puck said, making Blaine laugh.

"Now we just have to travel across California and we should be there in a few hours!" Blaine said, excitedly.

Blaine looked over at Puck and smiled. Puck smiled back and grabbed Blaine's hand, holding it in his own. Blaine smiled widely and turned his attention towards the road. Puck let out a small laugh and looked out the window.


"Sacramento." Puck said, reading the sign that passed by. They pulled over briefly to switch spots, so Puck could drive.

"I think we have about two hours left to go as long as we don't stop." Blaine said, trying to look at the beauty that is California.

Puck decided to turn on some different music, trying to make the time pass by. "Anything you want to hear, beautiful?"

Blaine smiled. "Whatever you want on, handsome."

Puck smiled and picked a CD from his visor. He flipped through a few songs before deciding on one. He found the song he wanted on and started to rap.

When the lala hits ya lyrics just splits ya
Head so hard, that ya hat can't fit ya
Either I'm witcha or against ya
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya
Talkin to the rap inventor
Nigga wit the game tight, Bic that flame right
Spell my name right, B-I, Double-G, I-E
Iced out lights out, me and Ceasar Leo
Gettin head from some chick he know
See it's all about the cheddar, nobody do it better
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women, and the weed - sticky green
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain't soft
Dead up in the Hood, ain't no love lost
Got me mixed up, you drunk them licks up
Mad cause I got my dick sucked
and my balls licked, forfeit, the game is mine
I'ma spell my name one more time, check it
Its the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
U-S, you just, lay down, slow
Recognize a real Don when you see Juan/one
Sippin on booze in the House of Blues

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

Blaine started laughing. Not because it was silly, but because Puck knew this song perfectly, not missing a word. Blaine bumped his head along with the song, while Puck continued to rap.

If I got to choose a coast I got to choose the East
I live out there, so don't go there
But that don't mean a nigga can't rest in the West
See some nice breasts in the West
Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggaz is a mess
Thinkin I'm gon stop, givin L.A. props
All I got is beef with those that violate me
I shall annihilate thee
Case closed, suitcase filled with clothes
Linens and things, I begin things
People start to flash, 818's, 213's
313's, B.I.G.
Frequently floss hoes at Roscoe's
If I wanna squirt her, take her to Fatburger
Spend about a week on Venice Beach
Sippin Crist-o, with some freaks from Frisco

Blaine decided to sing along with the chorus this time.

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

After the chorus, he was lost with the words, but Puck was still going at it, making Blaine faun over him.

Cali got gunplay, models on the runway
Scream Biggie Biggie gimme One More Chance
I be whippin on the freeway, the NYC way
On the celly-celly with my homeboy Lance
Pass hash from left to right
Only got five blunts left to light, I'm set tonight
Paid a visit to Versace stores
Bet she suck until I ain't got no more, only in L.A.
Bust on bitches be-lly, rub it in they tummy
Lick it, say it's yummy, then fuck yo' man
Fuck your plan, is it to rock the Tri-State?
Almost gold, 5 G's at show gate
Or do you wanna see about seven digits
Fuck hoes exquisite, Cali, great place to visit

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali

Puck finished rapping and turned down the music. He looked over at Blaine. "Did you like that?"

Blaine let out a smile. "I did. You didn't miss a word."

"Pft. That's how I roll." Puck said full of pride.

Blaine laughed. "I can rap, you know."

"Oh yeah? Blaine Anderson can spit? Let's hear it." Puck said, encouraging Blaine to play along.

"Well, I just rap with songs." Blaine started.

"I know, Blaine." Puck said amused.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Alright. I know there was one on the mixed CD you brought along. So I'll slip that in and you can listen."

"Alright. Let's see what you got, pretty boy." Puck said, winking at Blaine.

Blaine put in the mixed CD, quickly found the song, and started rapping.

Hey, I can be the answer
I'm ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip, get your camera
You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper
And that I am that young sis, the beacon
The bitch who wants to compete and
I could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peep and
You know what your bitch become when her weave in
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if you're treatin'
Kick it with ya bitch who come from Parisian
She know where I get mine from and the season
Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening
And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
I guess that cunt getting eaten

I guess that cunt getting eaten

I guess that cunt getting eaten

I guess that cunt getting eaten

Puck was impressed that Blaine could rap this song, but the real test would be the verse that comes after this one.

I was in the 212
On the uptown A, nigga you know what's up or don't you?
Word to who made ya
I'm a rude bitch nigga, what are you made up of?
I'm a eat ya food up boo
I could bust your 8, I'ma do one too, fuck ya gon' do?
When you do make bucks, I'ma look right nigga, bet ya do want to fuck…
Fuck him like ya do want to cum
Your gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce
Cock-a-licking in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo, in your doo-rag too, son?
Nigga you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it, wonder who let you come to one-two
With ya doo-doo crew son… fuck are you into, huh?
Niggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot homie, if ya do want to
Put ya guns up, tell your crew don't front
I'm a hoodlum nigga, you know you were too once
Bitch I'm 'bout to blew up too
I'm the one today, I'm the new shit, boo, young Rapunzel
Who are you bitch, new lunch?
I'ma ruin you cunt

I'ma ruin you cunt

I'ma ruin you cunt

I'ma ruin you cunt

Puck was amazed. He didn't think Blaine would get every single word right, but he was doing it.

Ayo (ayo), I heard you're riding with the same tall, tall tale
Telling them you made some
Saying you're grinding but you ain't going nowhere
Why procrastinate girl?
You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and
They'll forget your name soon,
And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah

Puck was loving every second of Blaine's rapping. He was bouncing his head along with the beat, while Blaine continued.

What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine

What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine

Bitch I'm in the 212
With the fifth cocked nigga, its the two-one-zoo
Fuck you gon' do, when your goon sprayed up?
Bet his bitch won't get him, betcha you won't do much
See even if you do want to bust, your bitch'll get you cut and touch you crew up too
Pop, you're playing with your butter like your boo won't true cock
The gun to where you do eat poon hun?
I'm fucking with your cutie-q
What's your dick like homie, what are you into, what's the run dude?
Where do you wake up? Tell your bitch keep hating, I'm the new one two huh…
See, I remember you when you were
The young new face but you do like to slumber don't you?
Now your boo up too hon...
I'm a ruin you cunt

What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine

What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine

As the song ended, Blaine said, "BAM! Just fucked your shit up."

This got a loud laugh from Puck. "That was fucking awesome. You should rap more often."

Blaine smiled. "Thanks, Puck. You should rap more, too."

"Yeah. I was thinking about it, but rapping in Glee club would probably make Mr. Schue shit his pants." Puck said, making Blaine laugh hardly.

Puck started laughing. "You okay over there? You look like you're out of breath."

Blaine wiped his eyes. "Yeah, I just imagined Mr. Schue…." He started to laugh again. He tried talking, catching his breath. "Imagine…imagine Mr. Schue….his face….if you sing a rap song…..and you swear uncontrollably…"

Puck imagined the face and busted out laughing. The boys laughed for about five minutes straight, trying to catch their breath. When they finally did, they sang some more songs together and enjoyed their time.

After a while, they realized where they were and couldn't contain their excitement.

At the same time, they looked at each other, smiled, and screamed. "SAN FRANCISCO!"


AFN: So it might not be perfect, but I really am happy with how this turned out. The songs I featured: (Lost - Frank Ocean) (Going Back To Cali - Notorious B.I.G.) (212 - Azealia Banks) More coming! Please stay tuned!