Blaine sat back in his seat as he worked on the math problem below him. He scribbled furiously at the paper, his pencil moving rapidly. He sighed as he sat up straight one more, honing in on the tapping of feet beside him. He was pulled from his trance as the loudspeaker sizzled overhead before pouring out a clear voice through the classrooms and hallways.
"Good afternoon, students. Miss Harp here. As you all know, I've been charged with overseeing the Prom this year. Now, I have a very special announcement- The Prom Court!" The voice blared. Miss Harp's usual nasally voice made everyone roll their eyes until she began her announcement when the ears of the entire classroom perked up. Everyone secretly wanted to win Prom King or Queen. That meant Blaine Anderson as well. As a little boy he'd watched so many movies where the girl won Prom Queen and dreamed one day he'd win the prestigious title of Prom King. It was only a dream though, the gay show choir kid's only role at Prom was to dance with a guy and hopefully not get made fun of for it. He was already lucky enough to be going to the prom with Sam. But still, he could dream.
"For Prom Queen- Bree Mason, Kitty Wilde and Loren Efry. For the boys, Prom King nominations are as follows. Chip Gray, Noah Puckerman and our very own class president- Blaine Anderson!"
Blaine nearly choked upon hearing his name over the loudspeaker. He heard the class turn and give their forced congrats along with their polite clapping for him. He acted cool, but deep down he was excited. Maybe it was just a joke, like Kurt winning Prom Queen. But that didn't mean he wasn't nominated. And even if he won as a joke the real joke would be on everyone else. He sat back and tossed his math work in his bag. Looking to see everyone had turned back to their work, Blaine fixed his bow tie with a confident smile.
The bell rung only a few minutes later, leaving Blaine to stroll happily down the halls. He heard some congrats from Kitty, Tina and even Ryder. But now he was excited to find Sam and share this moment with him. He blocked out the noise as he saw Puck enter one of the locked off restrooms. Blaine slipped through the masses of students with ease. His hands felt the cold handle of the mostly unused room and entered.
"Puck!" Blaine smirked.
The eldest Puckerman jumped up in fear, standing at a urinal. Puck craned his neck and let out an exhausted breath. "Blaine, can't a guy piss in peace?"
Blaine watched as Puck slipped his member back inside his undies and zipped up his jeans. As Puck proceeded towards the sink, Blaine leaned against the wall with a smile. "Congrats on being nominated for Prom King. Surprising, right?"
"Not too surprising. I asked Artie to rig my name into it. You are a shock, people actually voted for you," Puck shrugged. He dried his hands on his jeans turned towards Blaine, "You followed me into this bathroom to congratulate me or were you hoping I'd pound your ass in one of the stalls?"
Blaine rolled his eyes with a grin. As hot as Puck was, he hadn't imagined being fucked by him since atleast November of junior year. Puck's constant sexual jokes and innuendos had become a staple of the glee club and their friendship and Blaine found it oddly comforting. Any familiar territory had become comforting to him since the recent rise in his daily wedgie average. "Where's Sam? I want to celebrate and he's the best guy I can think of."
Puck tilted his head, "You know that you have a fiance now... right?"
"I'm aware," Blaine said quietly. Was it weird of him to prefer Sam over Kurt a lot of times? He'd never really thought about that. "I just-"
"Asshole move, Blaine. But, you're relationship is none of my business. But, good luck with Prom King. Hope you win!" Puck smiled as he began to walk away.
