nothing to say at all, seth ; )

[noah puckerman]

I didn't know why'd I'd done it, I just had. I'd agreed to get drunk with Seth Hall. Maybe it was because I was bored and just wanted someone to drink with as Finn wasn't exactly talking to me. He hadn't all summer, actually. I didn't really blame him, after what I'd done to him. Not only had I got his girlfriend ( ex girlfriend ) pregnant, but I'd also fallen in love with her. I just needed some guy who would happily drink himself silly and have a laugh with me. Who better than Seth Hall, eh? He seemed fine with me, he was from Carmel, yeah. But still, he'd never really bothered me and I couldn't deny the fact that he seemed like someone who you'd have a laugh with if you spend time with them. That was the only reason I'd invited him over. Of course, my mother and sister were out. Where? I didn't know. But what I did know was that they wouldn't be back for a really, really long time. I'd already started drinking. I couldn't be bothered to wait until Seth actually got here. Speaking of, I didn't even know where he was right now. He had better hurry otherwise he'd be sober all night and have to deal with a very, very drunken Puck. And as I'd recently discovered by my messaging history, I wasn't a pleasant boy when drunk. Not that I was a very pleasant boy, anyway. I walked towards the window, pushing the curtains back slowly and taking a drink from the bottle I was holding. I rolled my eyes at the lack of activity outside and then, humming lightly to myself, walked back into the living room. I didn't know what to do with myself until he got here.

I knew it would be awkward until both me and Seth were at least slightly drunk. What could we talk about? Carmel? Jesse St. Jockstrap? Rachel Berry? School? Nothing. I didn't really want to spend half the night, mother and sister free, talking about school. I'd wanted to get drunk to forget about all of that. Though, after a few drinks I expected that we would be getting along famously. Not that we'd remember it in the morning. In fact, he'd probably end up passing out here and then I'd wake up tomorrow and demand to know why he was in my house. I was actually that bad. I walked towards the fireplace, looking at the pictures on the mantlepiece around it. I rolled my eyes, tipping a picture of me when I was younger over so the picture wasn't showing anymore. I shuddered lightly, flipping down another picture ( one of me and my sister when I was about six ) before nodding and then walking back into the kitchen. I finished my drink and then got out another one, opening it and then making my way towards the living room door again. That was before I heard a knock. "Finally." I muttered, walking to the door and opening it quickly. "Took your time, didn't you?" I mumbled. Let the fun begin? Hopefully.

ohhh the fun will begin. >D

[seth hall]

I had never actually been drunk before. My parents raised me to behave and up until now, I’d never been inclined to go against them. But when Noah Puckerman invited me over to have a few drinks, I found myself accepting immediately. I mean, first off, this had to be a sign of friendship, didn’t it? He wouldn’t drink with someone he hated because that would just be stupid. You drank with people you liked, or drank to get away from people you didn’t, but he wouldn’t invite me over and then drink just to have to deal with me. So I guessed this was a sign of friendship, which was good, because I needed that. Declining would have just made things worse. Plus, I needed to get my head elsewhere. Sam was getting sicker and Rachel used me for her own sexual benefits and I let her like the idiot I was. So I needed to do a little mind clearing, and apparently alcohol did the trick. Despite the fact that I wasn’t an alcoholic, I had connections. I’d certainly charmed my way into a lot of adults lives and there was one in particular who didn’t mind buying me a twelve pack of beer. I figured I should make my contribution. He’d like me more if I brought alcohol, right? Right.

I was late, really, because I had a hell of a time finding the place. I mean, I had trouble finding Rachel’s, but his address made her own look like the freaking Emerald City. Finally, though, I found it and pulled into the driveway, parking and grabbing the beer from the passenger’s seat. I lugged the beer up to the porch and knocked on the door, making a mental list of how to act over the course of the night. Chances were I wouldn’t be in any state to drive home. I’d probably need to take it slow on the drinks because I knew I’d probably get drunk extremely easily, since I wasn’t used to it, and he seemed like a huge badass who’d need a lot more to get himself smashed. I didn’t want to go too far, anyways. I’d have to keep it cool while I still had a grip on my actions and pretend I wasn’t a corny shithead. Oh, and no mentioning that I’d never done this before. Yeah, I could do it.

I grinned when he opened the door and cocked an eyebrow at his greeting. “Well hey there,” I spoke, slipping a hand through my hair. “Sorry ‘bout that. I was running behind schedule because the guy who bought the beer was late getting it to me, and then your house is a bitch to find. Not used to Lima, nope.” I shut the door behind me and kicked my shoes off, following him into the living room and dropping the twelve pack of beer on the floor. I eyed the can he already had out as I crashed down onto the couch. “I see you’ve already gotten started. Let‘s put some of this --” a pause, nudging the beer I brought, “in the fridge, then, while we’re downing what’s already cold.”

[noah puckerman]

I stepped back after looking at Seth up and down. I didn't realise I'd just done it, but I had. I'd checked him out. Seriously? I wasn't drunk at the moment, no way. Well. Yeah, I was. I was going to say I was. I shook my head, pushing that thought away. I was simply looking at what he was wearing, not.. not checking him out. No way. I wasn't gay. I was straight. Straighter than anyone else. I cleared my throat, desperately hoping he hadn't noticed my glance at him. I looked at his face, keeping my eyes there. I watched him walk in and shut the door behind him, a smile on my face as I lifted the bottle in my hand up to my lips. I took a long drink, clearing my throat again once the bottle was away. I walked into the living room, taking another drink on the way and then putting the nearly empty bottle on the coffee table. I looked back to Seth and then at the beer he had. I shrugged when he told me why he'd been late. I didn't really care, he was here now. I took a deep breath and then shook my head, clearing all nasty thoughts about what I could do to a Carmel High kid right now. "Forget about it." I said simply. "Better late than never, eh?" I mumbled and then picked my bottle back up, drinking the rest of it and then putting the empty bottle back on the table. I laughed and then rolled my eyes. "True, actually. I got lost once." I told him. "Though, I was only about twelve years old and stupid." I shrugged. That didn't matter. I was still stupid. But now, I was a stupid sixteen year old. Who could drive and had a much better sense of direction than four years ago. "Pfftt, Lima's easy to get used to. There's not much in it, really." I shrugged and then looked back to the beer he had. I nodded. "Good idea, Captain." I told him, walking towards him and stopping when I reached him.

I bent down slightly, opening the box and then taking out a few bottles. "You get.." I was still bending down and I'd looked up, glancing at him yet again. I shook my head. "You get as much as you can carry and follow me." I cleared my throat, pushing myself to my feet and walking into the kitchen again. I closed my eyes for a second, pushing the images and thoughts out of my mind. I blamed my sister for talking about her 'hot' friends at school. I laughed lightly, walking to the fridge and opening the door. I slipped in the bottled onto the bottom shelf and then took out two cold ones from the top. I left the door open, waiting for Seth to put his into the fridge. While he did that, I removed the tops of the beer bottles and then turned around to face him again. When he'd put the bottles in, I held out the open one for him and grinned lightly. "Well, I suppose the more we drink, the more fun we have." I said, nodding. I sighed. "To a happy, drunken night." I nodded and then took a long drink of the beer. A long, happy, drunken night.

[seth hall]

I took a moment to survey the house in front of me. I liked it. It was cozy; reminded me of one of those places where you’d cuddle up with someone you loved in front of the fireplace. I didn’t think that Puck was the cuddling type of guy. He seemed like he just had a lot of sex. He had a kid, after all, with that Quinn girl. Were they dating? I couldn’t remember. I wondered if he ever had sex with anyone in front of the fireplace -- he seemed like he’d be really good at sex. If I were a girl, I’d probably want to do him, too. I… No, never mind. That would be too weird. He was a guy and I was a guy and we were here to get drunk over our girl problems. Not think about how good the other would be at sex. Not like I was gay or anything, of course not. Rachel Berry could get me horny faster than anything else I’d ever seen. I’m sure everyone got curious. I just wanted to know who was better at sex, I guess. Not that I’d ever had sex before, because I was still a virgin, but I was sure I’d be pretty good at it. I had a long enough penis, anyways, that it should be satisfactory. He was speaking again and I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, nodding every so often. “Yeah, true. Doesn’t matter what time we start getting drunk, as long as we get there, right?” I smirked and let out a chuckle at his quick anecdote. “Yeah, well, I guess I’ll be comin’ out here more often, now that I’ve got a few friends. Should be pretty cool. I’ll get used to it soon.” With a nod, I chuckled at his ‘captain’ and leaned back.

When he bent over, my gaze momentarily gravitated to his ass, though it quickly snapped back to his face. What the hell was that? I blinked harshly to clear my head and nodded. “Yeah, right behind you.” Oh, bad choice of words. Once that was over with, I grabbed the rest of the bottles and followed him out, leaning over to put them all in the fridge. I closed the door and grinned broadly, taking the remaining bottle out of his hand and holding it up. “Then let’s get drinkin’,” I responded, and took a swig, pausing to test the substance out. It wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t nasty, either. I comfortably drank down half the bottle, then, deciding that pacing myself wouldn’t do the best if I wanted to catch up to him. After about three or so minutes, I finished off my first beer and grabbed another from the fridge, cracking the top off and starting to drink it.

[noah puckerman]

I tried to see what Seth was thinking. I wanted to know, really. Who wouldn't? It would be amazing if you could read minds of people, there was no denying that. I frowned to myself, shaking my head. Although I didn't particularly like Seth, there had been a reason for me inviting him over, right? Maybe it was bigger than the reason I'd thought of the first time. I was heterosexual and pretty sure of that. But since I'd met Kurt and had actually spoke to him, I kind of felt curious about what that felt like. Did that feel the same way for a girl as it did for a guy? I shrugged it off. There was no way in hell that me a Seth would ever.. have sex. I was sure he wasn't up for that and to me, he looked like the kind of guy who was still a virgin. I could be wrong but I simply knew that some people had the virgin kind of air around them. If he had been experienced, maybe I'd have offered ( when more than drunk, of course ) the choice of seeing what it felt like. Then again, I wouldn't have the first clue about what to do. Who would go on top and all of the rubbish. With a girl, it was easy. There was one main entrance and once you were in, that was it. With a guy.. I knew it would feel.. weird. More than weird. Who would go- shut up Puck. I shook my head and then rubbed the back of my neck, sighing deeply and leaning back against the counter. I bit my lip, watching him and still pushing the previous thoughts out of my mind. I smiled when he spoke, nodding at him. "True words, Captain." I mumbled, looking down at my bottle as I said the words. I took a long drink of it and then shook the bottle, frowning at the lack of contents in it. If I carried on this way, me and Seth would either end up fighting or doing something else. Not that Seth was exactly drunk yet. I finished the bottle and then decided I'd calm down for a little while until Seth caught up with me. I threw the bottle into the bin, smiling as it went in without hitting the sides. I grinned at Seth. "Bullseye." I told him, smirking lightly and then moving so I was no longer leaning against the counter. "Hey, if tonight goes smoothly, I'll be having you around for more sessions." I laughed and then frowned at how weird that sounded. I shook my head. "Drinking sessions..I mean.." I said quickly, raising my eyebrows and then walking past him to the fridge. I took out another one and then opened it, sipping it slowly as I watched Seth.

I coughed and then tilted my head to the side. "You a virgin, Seth?" I asked him, my eyed widening as I realised once again how that sounded. I shook my head quickly, swallowing the drink I had in my mouth. "I mean like.. drunk virgin." That didn't sound any better. I took a deep breath. "Meaning is this your first time getting drunk?" I shot out, shaking my head and taking a few gulps from the bottle in my hand. Well, this would be fun. If I carried on saying things like that, Seth would be out of the door ( or getting the wrong idea ) in a shot. Fancy that, someone running away from me without me even having to touch them or say anything remotely threatening. I sighed and then watched him open another bottle. I waited for his answer, not drinking anymore until he started to talk more. I figured I'd make him do the talking, now.

[seth hall]

I glanced at Puck, my gaze lingering a second too long on his face before flicking away to the beer bottle in my hand. I found myself quite curious as to what that look on his face was for. He looked like he was deep in thought, and I wanted to know what he was thinking about. I wanted to know what I was thinking about -- my mind was sort of jumbled. I didn’t know if I could credit that to the alcohol or the weirdness of the situation, because really, it was weird. I was snapped out of my reverie when he tossed the bottle into the trash can, the corners of my lips tugging up into a grin. “Nice one,” I complimented, jerking my head into what I learned to be the ‘universal man signal’. It was just a casual jerk of the head, really. A nod. I was pretty in awe that he could make a basket like that. It wasn’t really an impressive feat but I had never been too sportive. I was scrawny, and I hadn’t done any sort of running since middle school. But as I looked at Puck (a casual look, nothing creepy -- or so I hoped), I noticed that he looked fit. He had muscle in all the right places, that tough guy look. He appeared to be strong and fit. He could take a punch as well as he could throw one. I would’ve been afraid of him had we not come to some sort of silent agreement, a truce that we would band together to protect Rachel against Jesse St. Douche. We were drinking buddies, and it was nice. But other than that, we didn’t really have that much in common. I could see why all the girls flocked to him. He had that good looking nature, that I could think it without being gay. I wasn’t gay, really. I’m sure girls felt safe in his arms, and I wondered what that safety felt like. I wouldn’t experience that because I was the guy. But still… I wondered. I couldn’t help it.

I grinned as he declared that, if this whole night was a success, there would be repeats. That was a definite good sign. I hadn’t really caught the potential underlying innuendo that he did and quickly corrected, so I chuckled as though I had. “Yeah, drinking sessions, of course. I’d like that. Because… I… Like drinking.” Well, alright, drinking was cool so far. I didn’t really know how it’d turn out but it wasn’t that bad so far. The beer tasted alright and it was a good way to bond with someone, to loosen the tension. I’d probably be only a social drinker when I grew up, which was a good thing. Something to break the ice but I wouldn’t go overboard. I pulled another beer out of the fridge and took a swig, just as he asked his next question -- I nearly choked. Why would he ask that? It didn’t matter, did it? Did I look like that much of a virgin? He quickly corrected himself and I sighed with relief, relaxing. “Uh, yeah,” I blurted out, and immediately winced. Shit. Hadn’t I told myself not to admit that? He caught me off guard with the original question. “But I’ve got it covered.” What? What kind of justification was that? I blinked and shook my head. Maybe I needed to drink faster. I quickly chugged the beer I had just gotten out of the fridge and stumbled slightly as I got another. A buzz was already settling in. Marvelous. "So... Should we just drink, or?"