Warning – BIG GAY SEXYTIME. Ye Be Warned. Rated M for a reason.
Also, I decided that they're having fun sex, as opposed to deep, intense, look-into-my-eyes-and-feel-our-souls-connect sex. The deep stuff can come later. Yay!
"We have to stop meeting like this." Blaine smirked as Puck pushed him into the counter in the home ec room, lips trailing across his jaw.
"Prom in a week." Puck breathed into the crux of Blaine's neck, grinding down headily.
"Not sure I can make it that long." Blaine laughed, pulling Puck away to kiss him one final time, before pulling him away by the Mohawk. "If you want us to stand any chance of making it to glee, we need to leave now."
"Mr Schue can wait…" Puck argued, but let himself be dragged into the corridor regardless.
In all honesty, Blaine wished he'd listened to Puck; making out in a home ec room was far more worthy of his time than this Glee session.
Brittany's announcement that gel was banned from the prom was surprising, to say the least. Blaine found himself gaping and attempting to protest as Mr Schue tried to continue with the scheduled glee lesson, only giving up when Puck squeezed his elbow, out of sight of the other glee kids.
"I don't get the problem." Puck stated as they walked towards the parking lot at the end of the day. "You've gone without gel in front of me and the lesbians before."
"I know, but we went where nobody knew us, and to a place with a lot less static electricity." It sounded a lot like a whine, Blaine knew, but this was serious, and he didn't know how to make Puck get it. "I can't face up to everyone at McKinley without my gel alone, Puck."
"Then let me come with you." Puck rolled his eyes at the obviousness of the solution, glancing at Blaine quickly. "Look, I know we said we'd keep this secret for a while, but everyone is going to start figuring it out soon enough, we're attached at the hip. I'll come, and I'll snarl at every idiot that comments on your curly head." Blaine came to a stop in the empty corridor, hands on his hips as he stared at the floor, trying to think of a way to make Puck understand. Puck stopped in turn, waiting for Blaine with a frown.
"When I was younger, I came out at a Sadie Hawkins dance with another boy." Blaine started, trying not to let his voice catch at the phrase. "We got the living crap beat out of us. I can't be that out there, can't let you come out there, not at a dance, Puck." Blaine finished, and Puck's face had softened considerably. "I can't go without gel, either. I can't."
"Then let's skip." Puck shrugged, feigning nonchalance as he threw an arm across Blaine's shoulders and played with one of the curls that had fallen out of the gel. "I don't want to go to two senior proms anyway, let's just go next year." Puck stated, squeezing Blaine's shoulder. "We can have an anti-prom."
"Puck, you don't have to…"
"Yes, I do." The tone left no room for argument, and Blaine fell silent, watching Puck with a fond smile. "Berry isn't happy about Finn's campaign with Quinn, Sugar and Becky are angry at not being nominated for Prom Queen. That's three extra guests right there." Puck continued, leading Blaine towards his truck. "I'll tell Berry tomorrow morning, she'll spread the word." He smirked, rolling his eyes as Blaine insisted on opening the driver's side door for him. "Now c'mon, I'm pretty sure we can still catch a film and have you back before 8."
Rachel went above and beyond what Puck had expected, and within minutes of hearing the words 'anti-prom' she'd booked a hotel room and invited the entire glee club. As expected, the whole idea didn't go down to well with several Glee members (particularly Santana) but less than a week later, they made it to the hotel room, Rachel, Sugar and Becky in tow.
The anti-prom was a dud, though none of them were brave enough to admit it. The presence of the girls meant that Blaine and Puck couldn't do anything couple-y, and all Rachel really wanted to do was try on her Prom dress and mope.
In all, Finn emerging to drag Rachel to the dance was the best thing that could have happened. Blaine had to concede, she looked gorgeous, and their decision to go to Prom was supported wholeheartedly by Sugar, who all but begged Blaine to join them.
"Please, Blaine." Sugar pleaded, eyes wide. "I don't want to have to deal with tweedle-Streisand and tweedle-Frankenstein all the way to McKinley." Blaine stood in the centre of the room for a minute, unsure, before looking at Puck for guidance.
"Go." Puck nodded towards the door, not moving from the bed. "The great thing about McKinley is that everyone is so caught up in their own uninteresting lives that they barely notice when someone else is having a big moment. You will do just fine without the gel, Blaine."
"Okay, okay. If Brittany comes, I'll pretend to be an ice sculpture." Blaine smiled, halfway through being dragged out of the door by Sugar. "Are you coming?"
Puck glanced over at Becky, who was sat in the corner, feigning disinterest. "No, you guys go ahead, I'll stay here." Blaine followed Puck's gaze, nodding understandingly, and followed Sugar out, only just catching the end of Finn and Puck's conversation.
"Come on dude, I need my wing man."
"I'll go next year."
Pretending to be an ice sculpture didn't work at all.
Brittany had spotted Blaine the second he walked into the hall, and immediately pushed him towards the bathroom.
He was in there for twenty minutes, fiddling with his hair this way and that, but nothing would hide the fuzzy nature of his natural hair besides gel. He sighed, looking up from the sink to the mirror and huffing.
"Courage, Blaine." He said to himself, staring himself down in the mirror. The words didn't have the same effect as they would on someone else, though, and he dragged a shaky hand through his loose hair. His phone buzzed in his pocket and, glad of the distraction, he grabbed it quickly, opening the text immediately.
Santana said Brittany spotted you. Need some courage? Think how fun it will be when I can get a proper grip in your hair later. P.x
Blaine smiled fondly at his phone, shoving it in his pocket when a guy he vaguely recognised walked into the bathroom. The guy gave him a strange look, but said nothing about his crazy hair, so Blaine took a deep breath and left the bathroom, walking into a wall of noise.
Sugar was almost immediately at his side, fondling his hair and calling it a halo, and Brittany was throwing insults left, right and centre, but Blaine couldn't hear any of it, far too focussed on what was happening on the dance-floor.
In the centre, right beside where Kurt was dancing with Dave (the pair gaping pretty rudely at Blaine) were Puck and Becky, swaying to a song Blaine didn't recognise. Puck wasn't in a suit, wearing his usual leather jacket and scruffy jeans, with a paper crown balanced on his head. He was laughing at something Blaine couldn't hear, but then he looked up, so slowly, and saw Blaine. His mouth shut, forming a small smile, and he tipped his crown at Blaine, winking once before turning back to Becky.
Blaine smiled to himself, batting Sugar's hand away and touching his own hair for a moment, before Figgins started announcing Prom King and Queen. With the rest of the audience distracted, and Becky heading towards Coach Sylvester, Blaine slid towards Puck, grabbing his coat sleeve and pulling him into the shadows at the back of the auditorium.
"Nice crown." Blaine smiled, nodding at the cardboard balanced on Puck's head.
"Nice hair." Puck countered, reaching forward to tug a strand. "It's curlier than usual."
"I didn't have a chance to style it or blow-dry it, I look like a kitchen scrubber." Blaine ran a hand through his hair nervously, only to have it batted away by Puck. "I'm pretty embarrassed, to be honest."
"Dude, I've spent the last 20 minutes losing to Becky at strip-poker." Puck wrapped a hand in Blaine's hair, giving it an experimental tug and prompting a sharp inhale from Blaine. "Seriously, she had me down to my boxers, and she was still fully dressed." Puck continued, feigning obliviousness as he untangled his hand and let it fall to Blaine's shoulder. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about." Puck smirked, rubbing circles into Blaine's shoulder with his thumb. Blaine could hear Rachel being crowned Prom Queen, but he was barely paying attention.
"So, the crown…"
"Becky wanted to be Prom Queen." Puck shrugged, and Blaine smiled fondly at Puck. "She needed a piece of Prom Booty to go with the crown."
"You make very good arm candy." Blaine conceded, resting his fingers on Puck's forehead as the thumb traced the edge of the crown.
"Holy shit." Puck muttered, and Blaine looked up, jaw dropping as he saw Quinn standing in the middle of the hall. The room had fallen almost silent, no one looking away from her as Santana wrapped an arm around her waist securely.
Puck pulled away slightly to properly clap for Quinn, and as soon as the whole auditorium was thundering with the applause, he turned back to Blaine, offering a hand out. "Can I have this dance?"
Blaine smiled, grabbing the proffered hand and pulling them further into the shadows. "Of course." They swayed in the darkness for a few minutes, before Blaine felt another smile tugging at his cheeks and tightened his grip on Puck's hand enough to catch his attention.
"So." Blaine started, dragging out the syllable until it was hardly even a word anymore. He glanced up at Puck, smirking as he played with the hem of Puck's jacket. "There's no one left in the hotel room." Blaine stated, pulling Puck in a little closer and smiling confidently. "You have the key?"
Puck glanced around the hall, checking that no one was paying attention to them before leaning in to kiss Blaine, slipping the hotel key into his hand. "We don't have to, if you don't want to." Puck offered as he pulled away, watching Blaine carefully.
"Flaking out on me, Puckerman?" Blaine teased, threading their fingers together and pulling Puck towards the exit.
The pair were silent as they re-entered the hotel room, the door echoing shut behind them. The room was dimly lit, and heavy with tension from what was to come.
Blaine risked a glance at Puck, and found him staring unashamedly, raising an eyebrow as Blaine blinked. The pair were wholly serious for a moment, until Puck's lips began to slowly curl upwards, Blaine's following seconds later. A blink later, Puck was pressed up against Blaine's front, dominating Blaine's mouth and undoing his suit jacket.
Blaine fought to keep up, pushing Puck's leather jacket off his shoulders and tugging at the tight undershirt, whilst walking Puck backwards towards the bed. Both shirts found their way to the floor as the pair settled on the bed, rolling and fighting for dominance without ever really expecting a winner.
They kissed and ground for a few minutes, both relaxing in the familiar territory as hands explored chests and backs. Puck kept tugging on Blaine's hair, wrapping his hand through the thick locks and rubbing, pulling, stroking, tugging, and Blaine kept groaning, hotter than ever, waiting for things to progress. It took all of twenty minutes for Blaine to realise that Puck was waiting for him to make the first move, and he scoffed to himself as he reached for Puck's belt.
"Hang on." Puck muttered, dipping his hand into his pocket and emerging quickly, throwing his loot onto the bed beside them and ridding himself of the belt. He quickly returned to mouthing Blaine's throat, kissing and sucking at the exposed skin as Blaine reached for the discarded products beneath him.
"Durex 'Pleasuremax', and Piña Colada flavoured lube." Blaine chuckled breathlessly as Puck attacked his collarbone with hickey after hickey. "You're so classy."
"I think the word you're looking for is prepared." Puck mumbled into Blaine's chest, flicking Blaine's belt off and dragging his trousers down. "Don't see you whacking out the lube and condoms, Mr Boy Scout."
"Figured you'd have it covered."
"Failure to prepare is preparing to fail, Blaine." Puck tutted, wrestling his own jeans off and taking the underwear with them.
Blaine smiled to himself as Puck crouched over him, naked. It was quite the sight to behold, and Blaine let himself leer for a moment or two. When he dragged his eyes back up to Puck's face, Puck was smirking, brow raised. "Like what you see?"
Blaine just laughed in response, dragging his own boxers down and kicking them off the end of the bed. He was hard, so hard, and if Puck didn't get on with it there would be no sex tonight.
Puck seemed to understand, sliding down Blaine's body and positioning himself between his knees, mouthing at his cock momentarily before focussing lower, sliding one, two, three and eventually even four fingers into Blaine, while Blaine moaned and protested that he was ready.
"If you don't stop complaining, we're going to be here all. Night." Puck countered, nipping behind Blaine's knee and curling his fingers upwards, prompting a desperate groan from Blaine.
"Okay… Okay."
It took another few minutes, but Puck finally hummed and withdrew his fingers, smirking up at Blaine and grabbing the condom. "You ready for me to rock your world?" Puck leered, winking exaggeratedly.
"Stop ruining the mood, jerk." Blaine laughed, settling his legs around Puck and smiling. "You gonna go, or what?"
Puck smirked, sliding home almost immediately and watching smugly as Blaine rolled backwards with a keen. Blaine'd die before he'd admit it aloud, but the excessive prep-work meant there was almost no pain, and they immediately set a good rhythm.
Blaine knew that Puck would kill him if he were telepathic, but Blaine couldn't help revel in how different this was from sex with Kurt. The playful nips, the loud laughter, the fast pace were so different from the sessions with Kurt, where sex was always so serious. Blaine was lost in these thoughts until Puck changed the angle slightly and tugged his hair one final time, all semblances of coherence dropping entirely as his eyes rolled back and his orgasm washed over him.
Blaine watched through hooded eyes as Puck's own eyes rolled back, and Puck took a moment before setting about cleaning them up, throwing the condom aside and wiping Blaine down. "I wanna be big spoon." Blaine mumbled as Puck lay down, and Puck acquiesced, letting Blaine curl around his torso before settling deeper into the mattress.
"You good?" Puck muttered, wrapping his hand around Blaine's wrist and burying his face into the pillow. Blaine smiled fondly, placing a kiss on the nape of Puck's neck before burying in himself.
"I'm very, very good." Blaine smiled to himself. "I daresay my world has been thoroughly rocked." He heard Puck give a final laugh, before curling into the mattress and falling into a deep, fulfilling sleep.
I've kept things relatively undetailed as I was concerned about keeping this M as opposed to going up to the (nonexistent on ) Explicit rating. If you think I'm still in danger of exceeding the M rating, send me a message.