All I want is the truth. Just give me some truth.

[jewhawk]

Who? jewhawk, justwants2dance, and rockstarwarbler [posting order]
What? When hard fought battles are finally won.
When? A week or so after Puck and Mike's night out. Late on a Friday afternoon
Where? Puck's place
Rating: Probably R

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[justwants2dance]

Mike had picked Blaine up from work after waiting around on the set of the TV show while Blaine finished filming his last scene for the week. Blaine seemed wrecked by the time the scene wrapped and when he changed out of his lab coat and scrubs, meeting Mike out in the parking lot sans stage makeup, he told Mike he thought he was coming down with a cold. Mike really had to agree that Blaine sort of had zombie eyeballs happening. They were all bloodshot and he kept sneezing. But he said he was fine, and perfectly okay to go to Puck's as planned.

Pulling into Puck's driveway, Mike listened to Blaine stifle another bunch of sneezes into a handful of Kleenex and then smirked. "You're working too hard, dude. And I bet you're getting way too much sex. I hate you so fucking much." It was in jest and fond. Mike was always telling Kurt and Blaine how much he hated them for having the perfect sex life. "Does Kurt know you're getting diseased? If he going to drown you in disinfectant and make you sleep on the couch again?"

[rockstarwarbler]

Blaine blew his nose and shook his head. "Kurt left for New York this morning. He has some catwalk shows at Rockerfeller Center over the weekend. I'm supposed to be flying out to see him in the morning, but right now, I'm thinking two days in bed sounds fucking awesome. I don't want to upset him, though. We were going to go ice skating. It's a tradition we do every year. I've taking a shit load of Nyquil and been drinking OJ all day. I'll be fine. It's nothing for him to worry about."

He got out of the car and stretched, his muscles achy from the hard day at work as he stifled a yawn. "Do you know what he wants?" he asked as he stepped up to Puck's door and Mike rung the doorbell. "If he's going to tell me he has an STD, I'm going to lock him in the cupboard under the stairs until his dick stops working."

[jewhawk]

Mike's car wasn't exactly loud by any means, but Puck's ears were extra sensitive at the moment, probably due to the fact that he was already on edge about everything. He was at the door to meet them before they even got there, standing in the loose sweats and t-shirt he'd changed into after work, and bare feet. Raising his beer to them, he said, "Come in, guys... Although I shouldn't let either of you in, since you obviously missed that events like this have a dress code."

God, he sounded like an idiot. What the hell was he even saying? "Um... yeah... anyway... You guys want a beer?" He was stalling, and even he knew it. Why the hell he was nervous, he didn't know. Telling two of your friends who both liked dudes that you liked dudes too shouldn't have been this difficult. "Snacks, anything?"

All this was before they even got to the door, at which point Puck tilted his head to one side, sizing Blaine up quickly. "Dude... You okay?"

[justwants2dance]

Mike shrugged. "Whatever's one the go, dude. No bother. Blaine's diseased. He just got off work, so he might be hungry." He gave Blaine a small nudge as he passed by him, Blaine decided shuffled at snail's pace up to Puck's door was a good idea. But after the intense scene Mike had just watched him wrap, he couldn't blame him for being on a go-slow after that. The guy probably needed a long, hot bath and some snuggle time. Shame Kurt was out of town. He knew Blaine got lonely and Kurt was away, even if he didn't want to. He had no idea why that pair wouldn't get married. They were all but in every way minus the rings.

"What's up?" he asked as he stepped into Puck's place and then peeled off his gloves. It might be LA, but the weather was getting freaking cold lately and Christmas was coming at a scarily fucking fast pace.