"Do you like my stupid hair? Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?"
Who? justwants2dance and jewhawk
What? First date
When? Friday after this
Where? 555 East Restaurant
Rating: Probably high for topics of conversation and potty mouths
There weren't a lot of things in the world that made Noah Puckerman nervous. In fact, before the night that he found out he'd attempted to kiss Blaine, he couldn't remember the last time he'd really been all that nervous. But since that night, there had been a lot of nervous moments (and for all the nervousness the night he'd slept with Mike, he was pretty damn sure that the most nervous moments of all were the ones where he was near Kurt and really hoping like hell that he didn't get bitchslapped for attempting to mack on his other half).
But as he sat in one of the nicer restaurants in the area, dressed in a blue button-down top and black slacks that Kurt had picked out for him, Puck had to admit that he was nervous as hell. Dating was a new thing for him, one he really didn't want to screw up, and he knew his habit of screwing things like this up.
Still, the food was good, and so was the wine. Wine wasn't really Puck's drink of choice, but the restaurant was known for its wine menu, so it seemed a shame to let that go to waste. And it took the edge of the nerves off, if nothing else. Mike looked great, not that Puck had doubted he would... dude had mad fashion sense, especially when it came to a good night out look. Taking a sip of wine, Puck set the glass down on the table again. "So..." he said with a small grin of amusement. "Back in high school, you ever think I'd be taking you out on a date?"
What? First date
When? Friday after this
Where? 555 East Restaurant
Rating: Probably high for topics of conversation and potty mouths
There weren't a lot of things in the world that made Noah Puckerman nervous. In fact, before the night that he found out he'd attempted to kiss Blaine, he couldn't remember the last time he'd really been all that nervous. But since that night, there had been a lot of nervous moments (and for all the nervousness the night he'd slept with Mike, he was pretty damn sure that the most nervous moments of all were the ones where he was near Kurt and really hoping like hell that he didn't get bitchslapped for attempting to mack on his other half).
But as he sat in one of the nicer restaurants in the area, dressed in a blue button-down top and black slacks that Kurt had picked out for him, Puck had to admit that he was nervous as hell. Dating was a new thing for him, one he really didn't want to screw up, and he knew his habit of screwing things like this up.
Still, the food was good, and so was the wine. Wine wasn't really Puck's drink of choice, but the restaurant was known for its wine menu, so it seemed a shame to let that go to waste. And it took the edge of the nerves off, if nothing else. Mike looked great, not that Puck had doubted he would... dude had mad fashion sense, especially when it came to a good night out look. Taking a sip of wine, Puck set the glass down on the table again. "So..." he said with a small grin of amusement. "Back in high school, you ever think I'd be taking you out on a date?"