C'mon, don't be a wimp, Warbler," Puck said as he took another shot.
The music was pumping loud as they partied in Rachel's basement. Puck and Blaine were having a personal contest to see who could down more shots.
"Fine, here goes," Blaine said just before the burning liquid made its way down his throat and lingered in his chest.
"Okay, then. Let's kick things up a notch," Puck said just before he pulled out two large bottles of liquor.
"No way!" Blaine protested.
"Just as I thought, the little Warbler needs to be in bed early tonight."
"Stop that!"
"Awwww, is the little warbler gonna cry?" Puck said with a pout before laughing loudly. "Does he need his mommy?"
Blaine angrily grabbed one of the liquor bottles out Puck's hands and opened it. He downed it quickly while Puck watched in humoured disbelief. When Blaine was finished, his punched his own chest and his face was scrunched with the burning sensation throughout his body.
"See . . ." Blaine hiccupped. "That wash...eashy ash...ash..."
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"Wha...where...what's going on?"
Blaine was looking around, lying on his back with his eyes half closed. He stopped scanning his surroundings when his eyes were fixed on Puck's smug face.
"Rise and shine," Puck said, and his face suddenly disappeared from Blaine's hazy sight. It was then replaced by a huge, tanned, juicy ass which was slightly hairy.
Blaine's snapped out of his drunken state when a sharp sound filled his ears and a sharp stench filled his nostrils. Blaine could feel this was not a terrible hangover, but he was dizzy. Whether it was from the alcohol or the Puckzilla gas, he didn't know. But either way, Puck's anus packed a heavy punch, and it was so loud it almost seemed like an earthquake.
"Revenge is stinky," Puck laughed.
"Revenge?" Blaine asked, one eyebrow raised. "What did I do to you Puck?"
"You don't remember last night, do you, Warbler?" Puck asked. "After that drinking contest you don't know the shit you did?"
Puck let out another fart, this time placing his bare bubble butt against Blaine's face.
"Ugh!!" Blaine complained.
"Doesn't feel too good to receive it does it Blaine?" Puck asked, and continued farting Blaine into oblivion. Soon, Puck . . .
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