Who? comeswithcuffs and jewhawk
What? Date night in.
When? Thursday night
Where? Puck's place.
Rating: High

The dinner of Puck's homemade chicken alfredo (totally not kosher, but so worth it) was done, and the dishes quickly rinsed and put into the dishwasher, and Puck and Taylor were relaxing on the couch. There had been plans to put on a movie, but both of them had somewhat forgotten it in the course of eating dinner, and realizing that they needed to have a particularly serious conversation.

They sat close together on the couch, Puck's arm draped over Taylor's shoulder, in a sort of awkward silence, which was unusual in and of itself. The two of them would generally have been talking about whatever funny stories they had from the day, or making out by now. Instead, the quiet surrounded them, and Puck rarely did very well with quiet.

In fact, there was only so much of that he could take, and it was generally very very little, so within a minute, two at most, Puck had turned to his other half, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before he pulled back to look at her face. "You said you had something to talk to me about?" he prompted gently. "What's up?"

Hey, babe... I just wanted to say be safe out there tonight... And if you run into any drunk smartasses with mohawks, let somebody else put the cuffs on 'em. ;)

Hungover after bro-night last night... DNW to work... Want to die...

Who: rockstarwarbler, jewhawk and other dudes who want to join later if they want!
What: Bromance hang-outs
Where: Kurt & Blaine's place, Upper East Side
When: Sunday evening
Rating: Probably high

It had been one of those days where Blaine basically ended up sleeping most of it away after a hellishly busy week at work and Kurt wanting to get everything perfect on every single wedding invitation that led to having to stay up until all hours of the morning. Kurt let him sleep well into the morning, until he came and woke him up to make love, but then after it, Blaine was still sleepy and Kurt bounced back out of the bed like he had been given an IV of Red Bull. If it really could give you wings, Kurt would have them right now.

That was the lay of the land for most of the day. Blaine would sleep, then Kurt would be back waking him up for another round. It happened a good five times during the day, until Kurt finally crashed out cold snuggled up beside him and borderline snoring when Blaine was finally wide awake. So, he called up his best mate and now they were hanging out having a few beers and watching re-runs of Home Improvement on the TV while they ate junk food. It had been awhile since they hung out, and they put a Batcall out to some of the other guys if they wanted to come along.

As it was, the living room had boxes stacked up around it where Kurt and Blaine had been packing to move into their new apartment in a few weeks. They had been renting this place, and it did them well for five years living together, but with both having great incomes and Kurt basically Broadway Superstar now, they sealed the deal on buying their first apartment and they would move into it before they got married in eight weeks time. Blaine was both excited and exhausted... it was a crazy busy time for them. "Dude, I so needed this," he told Puck, tapping his beer bottle against his friend's with a huge grin.