Guys' Night is what it'll be; everyone will assume that they hole themselves up in their house and either work/play or get shitfaced, eat pizza, and play CoD. He's fine with everybody having that assumption, because it makes their lives easier. The only issue might be with dissuading any other guys from assuming that Guys' Night means all the guys. [He most definitely does not plan on sharing Guys' Night with anyone other than Sam. Seriously. He's not gay.] He offers a half smile, trying to hold back a full grin, and shrugs one shoulder. "You wanna have that as our date night? I'll be around more, dude. That's just gonna be the night we always hang out, you know? Like, nothing else fucks with that."
The problem is that he doesn't fucking know what's going on. He and Sam can do this, and it's okay, but he's never been into dick. He's never checked out another dude except to compare their junk and reassure himself that Puckasaurus Sex was still king of the McKinley jungle. It's not gay if he's into pussy and Sam, right? [...Right?] "You know you got me, dude, okay? I mean, I just don't know what to talk about or what to say." He shifts uncomfortably at the mention of Beth. "Beth..." His voice trails off, quiet but loud enough for whispered words between their lips. "I miss her. I mean, do you know the story? What happened? 'Cuz that whole thing was fucked-up, and if I think about it too much, it's like - I'm so fuckin' mad at her for all of it. For lying about it and not letting me step it up and then wanting to give her away. To Rachel's mom. Rachel's mom gave Rachel away. She shouldn't get my kid, too, you know? And I should hate her for that but, like, me and Quinn? It started out 'cuz I just missed Beth and I thought Q was the only person who was gonna understand that." He sighs softly, rubbing his cheek against Sam's. "I don't want to talk about that now, okay? I missed you last night. And this morning."
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The problem is that he doesn't fucking know what's going on. He and Sam can do this, and it's okay, but he's never been into dick. He's never checked out another dude except to compare their junk and reassure himself that Puckasaurus Sex was still king of the McKinley jungle. It's not gay if he's into pussy and Sam, right? [...Right?] "You know you got me, dude, okay? I mean, I just don't know what to talk about or what to say." He shifts uncomfortably at the mention of Beth. "Beth..." His voice trails off, quiet but loud enough for whispered words between their lips. "I miss her. I mean, do you know the story? What happened? 'Cuz that whole thing was fucked-up, and if I think about it too much, it's like - I'm so fuckin' mad at her for all of it. For lying about it and not letting me step it up and then wanting to give her away. To Rachel's mom. Rachel's mom gave Rachel away. She shouldn't get my kid, too, you know? And I should hate her for that but, like, me and Quinn? It started out 'cuz I just missed Beth and I thought Q was the only person who was gonna understand that." He sighs softly, rubbing his cheek against Sam's. "I don't want to talk about that now, okay? I missed you last night. And this morning."