Lies And Truths

Chp. V - Hangovers

Blaine shook Kurt awake. "Five more minutes, Dad," Kurt whispered without opening his eyes. "I don't want to go to school."

"Kurt, wake up. It's Blaine and it's Saturday."

"Oh, God, stop screaming."

"How much did you drink last night?"

"Too much, Blaine, too much," Kurt groaned. "I have the worst headache."

"Well, I got you Advil and I called Burt last night to tell him you were gonna stay at my house."

"Thanks. I don't even remember last night." Kurt spread out on the whole bed. "Can I stay here until next Saturday?"

"Oh, come on. Get up, sleepyhead!" Blaine almost yelled. "Breakfast's ready!"

"Watch your volume, Blaine. I'll get up when I want."

"Ok but don't blame me when all the cronuts are gone-actually do blame me, I'll eat them all."

"Fine, I'm coming, but only to prevent you from eating the fatty foods you call 'breakfast.'" Kurt begrudgingly got up and went straight to the mirror.

"Kurt hurry up," Blaine whined.

"Hey, I'm not going out there with my hair like this."

***

Puck woke up still at the party-or what was the party. It took him a second to remember where that was. He walked out to his car and tried to start the ignition.

He cursed when it wouldn't start. His phone only had 2% but he sent a text to Kurt... it was his only option.

Puck-
Kurt my phones about to die. Can u pick me up from the party we were at last night?

Not long after that his phone died. Now all he could do was wait and see if Kurt would actually come.

***

The two boys were sitting at the table in Blaine's dining room. Kurt's phone buzzed and he looked at the notification that popped up on it.

"Blaine, we've got a situation," Kurt said while looking at his phone— the text Puck sent.

"What?" Blaine still had a cronut stuffed in his mouth.

"Puck needs a ride home from the house we were at last night," Kurt looked at Blaine with a tired look, "Would you be willing to come with me to pick him up?"

"I don't know... it's kind of his fault considering last night his car wouldn't start, so you should figure it wouldn't start today either."

Kurt looked at Blaine, disappointed. "If you knew his car wouldn't start why wouldn't you give him a ride home! Besides the fact that he was drunk and could've crashed!"

"I'm sorry, ok?! He said he was fine and went back into the party."

"Well, I'm going. Can you take me to my house so I can get my car?"

"We can take mine, I'm coming." Kurt was already out the door while Blaine rolled his eyes.

The ride was awkwardly silent and Kurt was thinking it was probably not the best idea to bring Blaine. Especially since Puck would not be happy to see him.

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It was a long car ride. Blaine stopped the car right outside the house. He sat there with the car running. "Are you not coming with me?" Kurt asked before getting out.

"He's not gonna want to see me," Blaine said.

"Right." Kurt walked to the house and through the unlocked, slightly ajar door and called for Puck.

"Kurt you came!" Puck popped up from the couch, surprising Kurt and enveloping the boy in a hug.

"Oh, wow Puck. Hello to you, too." He let Kurt go and apologized.

"I've just been here for a while and I'm glad to see someone I actually recognize, not to mention I'm still a bit drunk," Puck laughed, but paused. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

"No, but I'm glad because if I did I would be so embarrassed."

Puck laughed nervously. "Yeah me, too."

***

When they got to the car, Puck stopped for a second and whispered to Kurt, "Blaine came?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna have a problem with that?"

"He doesn't like me!"

"Yeah well isn't the feeling mutual?"