Puck

Considering the circumstances, Blaine didn't mind the ride back, though he did still have a feeling he should be heading back to Ohio to climb into bed next to Kurt, even if he wasn't entirely sure whose bed he had slept in last night. Blaine had convinced himself he hardly knew the guy and that he was being stupid. Sebastian was accurate when he said Blaine always got in too deep. Kurt might think the same way, just be up for some fun. It didn't stop Blaine's suspicions however, he couldn't adjust to the fact that the relationship was dragged out over 18 months, when it could have ended after Sebastian had used him a few times for sex or whatever else he desired.
Puck flicked through the radio stations, his huge land rover made Blaine feel queasy from the bumping, but it didn't bother the other two guys in the car. Puck had said previously 'don't mess with the Puck-mobile, it's big, it's dangerous and it's downright dirty'. Neither Blaine nor Finn were sure whether mohawk-kid was referring to his vehicle or himself. They settled for both.
Finn had insisted tagging along for the ride and they'd sang and laughed and beeped the horn at hot girls. Blaine felt he could use friends like these back home, someone to have a laugh with and someone that wouldn't make out with his ex-boyfriend. He needed to have a word with Sarah.
'So' Finn said, flicking Bon Jovi off (much to Puck's disappointment) and peering over Blaine from the back seat 'you got down with my brother?'
Blaine had been drinking from a can of coke he'd picked up at the gas station and was now struggling to breathe, the sticky brown liquid decorating Puck's dashboard aswell as collecting in his lungs, they both thumped him on the back the only way heavy-handed football jocks would.
Puck roared with laughter. Finn smirked 'you didn't know?'
Blaine shook his head 'you and Kurt?' He croaked, wrapping his head round the idea that those two were related. They were different in every way. Finn nodded 'better believe it'
Puck turned the music back on, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat 'hey, you guys have the same eyes, you know'
Finn frowned a little 'Wait… what? Weird that, considering we're not even blood related, dickhead'
Puck shrugged, he raised an eyebrow 'are you sure?'
Blaine looked between the two as they argued about biological parents, DNA tests and the first 16 years of Finn's life he was sure he didn't have a brother for. 'Hang on, hang on' Puck said 'Are you telling me that Burt and your mom hooked up like 5 years ago? Shit man…'

'You came to the wedding, Noah' Finn looked so exasperated, Blaine reckoned he must be used to Puck, but one thing he was sure of was that Puck would never stop surprising him. After an hour or so, they passed a sign for Michigan and Puck aimed in the direction of Lansing, finally getting there thanks to Finn's 'expert sat-nav skills', apparently Blaine's local knowledge was nothing to do with arriving early.

'Did you guys wanna come in?' Blaine asked

'Nah' Finn smiled, though it was drowned out by Puck asking what food he had in. He parked up after hearing the word meatloaf and followed Blaine and Finn up the faulty lift to the eighth floor apartment. 'Don't you get like… lonely?' Finn asked 'Or do you thrive off one night stands?' Blaine aimed an elbow at Finn's gut but the lankiness of him compared to Blaine's 'hobbit height' stemmed into a power blow right in the crotch. 'Sorry' Blaine giggled, finding his keys. He opened the door to find Sam, a full fridge and a stack of pre-packaged meals lined up next to his oven. A note was next to it 'Blaine, figured you'd be back today. Made you some dinners, I know what you're like. Sam is fine, hope you had fun! Mag x' Blaine smiled, he was fond of the old woman and the fact she'd done this just to help him out, resulted in him making a mental note to pay her back.

Puck joined them in Blaine's flat 'ooh, cosy' he collapsed on the sofa 'where's the food at?'

'Well, we have a lot more than meatloaf now thanks to a friend' Blaine smiled, rooting in the colourful contents of his freshly stocked fridge drawers.

Finn picked up the note 'Sure she's just a friend? You're not bi-sexual or anything?'

'Yeah, you know my thing for 70 year old janitors' Blaine got out the meatloaf for Puck and slid it onto a plate 'No, no I'm not, Finn' he'd never much thought about it before. People asked him when he knew he was gay, but he'd always known deep down. Like when did most people discover they were straight? He'd not really been attracted to a girl before in that way, there was a few drunken moments when he'd been convinced he was in love with girls as they'd held his curls back when he'd spewed, but he'd love anyone that would risk his vomit to take care of his 'tipsy taboos' as his mom had named them.

'Oh, cool you have a dog' Puck let Sam lick his nose 'Girls always want dogs when you get serious, I just know it leads to kids and I've made that mistake before. Plus, you have to walk them and it's really boring'

Finn rolled his eyes, Blaine frowned 'Wait… you have kids?'

'Singular, I have a kid. I have a little girl but I never see her' Puck said. Finn glanced at Blaine and Blaine worked out it was best if he didn't mention it. 'So what you gunna do about Kurt?'

Blaine shrugged 'He has my number so… whatever he wants.' He didn't see Kurt calling him anytime soon, Blaine knew he didn't remember anything but Kurt hadn't looked too defeated when Blaine's hickey had met his eyes. Infact, Blaine noted, he looked rather pleased with himself. 'But whatever' he figured he should shrug it off, not get himself too worked up just incase the sex-god didn't call anytime soon.

'Hey, I have Kurt's number' Puck flicked through his phone, Sam's snout nudging his hand as he scrolled through his contacts.

'Dude, you have over 200 contacts and they're all girls.' Finn squinted at the small screen, quickly reading the names.

'Girls, gays and you' Puck corrected 'Here we go… Lady Hummel' Puck read out the numbers slowly and Blaine jotted them down on his note from Maggie. Puck was biting off and swallowing chunks of the loaf and Finn grabbed a can of beer from Blaine's fridge. 'We gotta run, it's Rachel's singing class and I promised I'd take her at 5' Finn said.

'Yeah' Blaine said, absentmindedly 'Thanks for the ride, though. Saved me having to put up with Sarah'

'I'd put up with Sarah quite happily for a few hours' Puck grinned 'If you know what I mean.' Blaine stared at Puck in silence, he really was quite brutally honest and although Blaine wouldn't admit it, he found him hilarious.

'Riiiiiight…' Finn broke the awkwardness by patting Blaine on the back 'Take care, bud.' Puck did the same and Blaine opened the door for them 'Stay cool' Puck said 'Dude, nice jeans'

'Thanks. Oh yeah, who's house were we at last night?' Blaine asked, passing Puck a beer for the ride. Finn had already taken off down the hallway 'Erm… Wes's I think'

'Oh, I know him. Never knew he was good friends with Sebastian'

'Good friends? They're sleeping together' Puck snorted. Blaine's face was blank, he hadn't slept with anyone since Sebastian and now he'd been told Sebastian had slept with half of Lima, guys and girls. '… The fuck?'

'Yeah' Puck trailed off, the image of Sebastian and Wes drifting around in his, Blaine figured, miniscule brain 'See ya'

Blaine shut the door after muttering a goodbye and adjusted to what had just been planted in his head. He shouldn't care, some cute guy whose number he now had and whose brother he was now friends with. It was a result as far as Blaine was concerned, he'd wait for him to call and Sebastian wouldn't matter. For now, he had Sam and a big thank you to send to Maggie.