A clapping sound echoed as Puck put the last final touches of the meal and he noticed Blaine.
"Very good,very good. By the way dinner is ready." Puck nodded towards a chair. "You're going to really like this, I promise," Puck said as he sat down at the head of a table. Blaine took one look at the dish laid out and raised his eyebrow.
"Um, not to be rude or anything but...what exactly are those?" Blaine asked, pointing at the plates where strange objects lay.
"Spaghetti tacos, really good stuff," Puck said proudly. Blaine shook his head confused.
"But what exactly is a spaghetti taco?" Puck sighed.
"Exactly what it sounds like, spaghetti in taco shells, me, Finn, and Dave love them. I have no doubt you will as well."
"I don't get it, why would you put spaghetti in a taco? That doesn't make sense."
"Does it matter? Trust me, it will be fine, and I almost guarantee you love it so just put aside the skepticism for a little bit okay?"
"Well, if you say so," Blaine murmured and Puck nodded.
"Good, now please..." He gestured to the messy looking creation. Blaine picked it up carefully, only dropping a few noodles as he took a bite out of it. It tasted like spaghetti, clam sauce, meatsauce, salsa, and other things Blaine wasn't sure. Surprisingly it really was quite good although Blaine still did not understand the point of putting it in a taco shell since it was quite messy and spilling out.
"This is good," Blaine said as he took another bite. Puck smirked as he took a bite of his own taco.
"What did I tell you. Besides you don't have to eat it so slow, its spaghetti, really. Just finish off whatever falls afterwards with a fork, or your hands, whichever you prefer."
"I'm not a total animal thank you, I'll use the fork." Puck made a shrugging gesture, spilling some as he was taking a huge bite out of his.
They ate in silence a little longer as Puck doled out more tacos as they finished the ones they were eating. Blaine was amused that Puck had eaten two more tacos than he had already 4 to 2 but Puck was really into them. It was a good thing he switched to a shirt he didn't care about getting dirty because it was getting messy from sauce and noodle drippings. Blaine on the other hand ate slowly trying to spill as little as possible. He was going to do this but he didn't plan to become a slob along the way since one of the things Kurt hated most (after bullies and bad fashion) was careless and sloppy behavior. Not to mention, he was getting full. Puck who was beginning to slow down himself on his 5th taco looked over.
"Anderson, why did you stop already? You only had two tacos, don't you like them?"
"I do, but I'm kind of full and I had all those twinkies sweets before." Taking the last few bites, Puck finished his taco and with a bit of struggle got up. Blaine was a bit surprised to see the extent to which Puck's belly was distented out, especially since it was normally flat. Giving his belly a thwack, Puck let out a very long belch before sighing.
"-UUUUUUUUUURRRRPPP, that is good if I do say so." Moving over and reaching out to touch Blaine's belly before he even knew what was happening, Blaine just sat there as Puck rubbed it examingly.
"Nah, you're not that full yet, you definitely can have at least one more."
"I don't think I can." Blaine said. Puck rolled his eyes again.
"Trust me, you can. I'll even help you." Blaine made noises of protest which Puck ignored as he quickly shoved falling spaghetti taco into his mouth forcing Blaine to bite down. When Blaine's mouth was free and he opened his mouth to complain, Puck did it again. After a few cycles of this, Blaine tried to keep his mouth shut but Puck pinched his nose until he was forced to open his mouth, keeping him trapped beneath his other heavy arm. Resigned, Blaine no longer shut his mouth and opened obediently as Puck fed him bite by bite. After what felt like forever, Blaine was surprised to find no more taco.
"You did it," Puck said grinning. Blaine was by this point exhausted and he weakly growled before giving out a pretty big burp of his own.
"*uck you" Blaine muttered and Puck shrugged as he reached out.
"I'll help with that."
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