The Wild Ones. || Plaine. 

Puck didn’t even know why he started talking to Blaine. Seriously, he just couldn’t explain the sudden need to start a conversation with the boy. Maybe it was the fact that he just kinda… intrigued him. There was just something about him that he had to figure out. Blaine couldn’t possibly be that fuckin’ innocent all the fuckin’ time, could he? No way, man. He didn’t buy it for a second. But then he started talking to him and he found out quick that he really was like that all the time. It wasn’t just some kind of act to hide his true nature. Which just honestly intrigued him even more because, seriously, come on. Who wouldn’t wanna try to corrupt someone as innocent as Blaine claimed to be?

But maybe it was just Puck who felt like that - the unstoppable need to just fuck shit up in any way he could. Grabbing his leather jacket from where it rested on the back of one of the chairs at the dining table, he checked that his keys and wallet were all in his pocket before calling to his ma that he was going out. He threw on the jacket over his plain white shirt as he walked out of the house towards the shiny 1948 Ford parked in the driveway that he called his baby. He’d saved up all his money from working as a mechanic to put this thing together and it was definitely the best decision of his life, by far. As he slipped into the driver’s seat and listened as the engine positively purred as he started it up, he allowed a trademark smirk to grace his features as he drove off towards the address Blaine had given him before he left the Sugar Shack that night to get ready. He didn’t bother getting out of the car and knocking at the front door, opting instead to just honk the horn a few times to get Blaine’s attention - he didn’t think his ‘rents would really appreciate someone like him coming to pick him up.

Not that it was a date or anything. ‘Course not. He wasn’t gay. That was fuckin’ crazy talk right there. Shaking his head to rid it of any wayward thoughts, he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel idly as he waited semi-patiently for the boy to come out.