"I can't believe this happened," Sam whined as he placed his head down on the table, resting it in his arms. His heart had sank and his mouth was practically pulled down from the gravity of what Blaine had done to him. "Like, seriously," he began only mumbling the rest as he continued to host his own pity party.
Puck said nothing, sitting next to his friend. There really was nothing he could say. His boyfriend cheated on him, with his little brother no less. In fact the older Puckerman was shocked Sam wasn't furious with him as well.
"I want to kill Blaine!" Sam finally muttered, throwing his head in the air for a mere moment before glancing at Puck. "I mean, atleast you haven't betrayed me," he said, using his most over dramatic voice.
Puck cringed, opening his mouth then closing it again. It was like walking on a minefield, say the wrong thing and BOOM! "Yeah, Anderson isn't really my type. And I'm sorry."
"I just wanna humiliate the hell out of that-" Sam began, but felt too angry to even finish his sentence.
"Well, now that I can help with." Puck stood up, patting Sam on the back before cracking his knuckles. "And Jake?"
"No, just Blaine," Sam had said, giving a small shrug. Part of him felt bad about trying to embarrass Blaine but he knew a single word and Puck would take off at the chance to humiliate Blaine and help his friend out a little.
"Any suggestions or do I get free reign?" By now Pucks mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities.
"Why make a suggestion? You're the king of this stuff," Sam nodded.
As students filed past him Puck wandered the halls of Dalton looking for the choir room. He didn't dare ask and expose himself as one of their rivals so it took him sometime to finally find the right room.
Blaine was all alone in the choir room of Dalton by now, happily fixing up the couches so deviously wrinkled by the Warblers. He didn't remember being that messy when he was a student here.
"Damn these kids are messy. I'm still the king of course. Remember that one time I covered the floors in peanut shells?" Puck stifled a chuckle as he let himself inside. "How you are holding up?" He asked sensitively as he got closer to Blaine.
Blaine jumped a bit, surprised to see someone else there. However, the sight of seeing Puck there calmed him down. All Blaine could do was assume Puck had decided not to choose sides. Blaine snapped his purple suspenders against his light blue button up. "I'm doing pretty good. What's up with the visit? You never come here."
"Just, uh, trying to smooth things over." Puck nodded, as if trying to make himself believe his own lie. "Sam's pretty devastated. You look, uh, better."
"I'm... I'm... Getting along," Blaine shrugged, looking down as he said so. It was a lie. He was just trying to keep busy so he wouldn't dwell on the fact that he was alone. "Make sure to keep Sam happy for me, atleast."
Puck couldn't hide the massive smile on his face as Blaine practically offered himself up on a silver platter. "Can do. You need any help?"
"Not really," Blaine looked around as he picked up a pillow and tossed it aside to the right side of the couch, "Just keeping myself busy."
Puck passed a small table covered with poster board and paint. With Blaine distracted Puck gently put one onto the floor and stepped on it, squirting blue gunk. Puck stepped on it, making some tracks before pausing and lifting one foot up in mock disgust. "You, uh, dropped something. Or one of the kids did."
Blaine looked over with an almost annoyed grunt escaping his lips. "Are these kids high schoolers or still in pre kay?" Blaine whined as he grabbed the nearest roll of paper towels and got down on his hands and knees.
