Sam doesn't know how many shots he's downed, but he's tanked. He's sprawled on his stool, slumped on the bar with his head half resting on one arm, the other idly grasping at the empty shot glasses around him. The fucking bartender told him he wasn't giving him any more. He resents that, like Sam can't take care of himself. He's always taken care of himself, and his family too at one point in his life. He's the very picture of responsibility, except for right now, because he's not sure he can take two steps without planting his face into the grimy floors. Which is why his ass is not leaving this stool until someone (Puck) forcibly carries him home. Or drives. Whatever. His brain is a little foggy.
Speaking of Puck, he's still talking to Quinn just outside the exit. If Sam cranes his neck, he can see the corner of Puck's elbow as he talks animatedly to his beautiful, perfect girlfriend who's wearing a ring that Puck gave her on the first night that Puck left him alone since they moved back to Lima. He didn't tell Sam he was giving her a freaking ring, and Sam doesn't care that it's not an engagement or promise ring, it's still a ring and it means something. Means that Puck loves her enough to buy her meaningful shit. Sam doesn't think he's drunk enough because he can still feel the ache in his chest.
He runs his hands over his face, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling leftover tears cling to his lashes. He's not gonna cry out here in front of everyone, except he totally is because his eyes are warming up again, and Puck is still talking to Quinn, and he's out here by himself, and Puck is probably super annoyed with him for bailing on Quinn, but he didn't want to dance with her in the first place, so this is all Puck's fault anyway. All of this is Puck's fault. It's Puck's fault that Sam fell in love with him. It's Puck's fault the bartender won't give him anymore shots.
Everything is Puck's fault. Sam groans to himself, sliding his hands into his hair. Puck's probably not even coming back for him. He should get up and find his stuff and walk home. Or something. He can hitch a ride with someone. Walking sounds too hard right now. He just wants Puck to come back and put his arms around him and take him home and let Sam fall asleep on him. Sam scrubs at his face again. He needs to pee. He needs Puck to hurry up and get here so he can carry him to the bathroom and maybe have a breakdown on the bathroom floor because Puck loves Quinn, and eventually he's going to have to come to grips with it.
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Date: 2011-08-12 04:48 am (UTC)Speaking of Puck, he's still talking to Quinn just outside the exit. If Sam cranes his neck, he can see the corner of Puck's elbow as he talks animatedly to his beautiful, perfect girlfriend who's wearing a ring that Puck gave her on the first night that Puck left him alone since they moved back to Lima. He didn't tell Sam he was giving her a freaking ring, and Sam doesn't care that it's not an engagement or promise ring, it's still a ring and it means something. Means that Puck loves her enough to buy her meaningful shit. Sam doesn't think he's drunk enough because he can still feel the ache in his chest.
He runs his hands over his face, squeezing his eyes shut and feeling leftover tears cling to his lashes. He's not gonna cry out here in front of everyone, except he totally is because his eyes are warming up again, and Puck is still talking to Quinn, and he's out here by himself, and Puck is probably super annoyed with him for bailing on Quinn, but he didn't want to dance with her in the first place, so this is all Puck's fault anyway. All of this is Puck's fault. It's Puck's fault that Sam fell in love with him. It's Puck's fault the bartender won't give him anymore shots.
Everything is Puck's fault. Sam groans to himself, sliding his hands into his hair. Puck's probably not even coming back for him. He should get up and find his stuff and walk home. Or something. He can hitch a ride with someone. Walking sounds too hard right now. He just wants Puck to come back and put his arms around him and take him home and let Sam fall asleep on him. Sam scrubs at his face again. He needs to pee. He needs Puck to hurry up and get here so he can carry him to the bathroom and maybe have a breakdown on the bathroom floor because Puck loves Quinn, and eventually he's going to have to come to grips with it.