"No, no. I get it. Since you've said it ten times in the last 3 seconds. You're ex boyfriend killed himself and naturally is here." He chomped down on a carrot and chewed loudly, watching Blaine pace the floor.

After Blaine found out about Nathan he had forgotten about grocery shopping and had run all the way to Puck's house. By the time he got there he was gasping for air and his side was cramping terribly and Puck had to give him a cup of water before he passed out from heat exhaustion, but as soon as he burst through the door he began yelling breathlessly. He'd been trying for a good hour to try and explain everything to Puck, who had just lounged back and gave him confused looks.

"Nathan is here. I am going to find him." Blaine stated finally, stopping his pacing and looking at Puck.

"That's all you really had to say. Not that entire story about the Wes dude and the entire backstory to your relationship." Another chomp on a carrot.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "I didn't tell you my entire back story. Jesus. I just had to keep REPEATING myself."

"Yeah. Sure."

"You don't listen, like, ever, do you?"

Puck studied a carrot stick before crunching onto it. "Not really. Unless it's something I care about. And your disastrous relationship isn't very entertaining."

Blaine glared at Puck. "You're an asshole."

"I take that as a compliment, thank you." Puck said. "And where do you expect to find this Nathan guy."

"I don't know. I was thinking we could just get a map and drive to different places and hope to find him."

"Different places, are you crazy? Why don't you try-" Puck stopped his rant and looked at Blaine with wide-eyes. "Wait- we?"

"Yes, we. I need a car." Blaine shrugged.

Puck narrowed his eyes at Blaine and dropped the carrot stick he had in his hand, and wiped his hands on his dirty jeans. "I am not going on this stupid little escapade. This is the stupidest idea I ever heard."

"Come on!" Blaine begged. "Puck, don't make me break out the stuff about love and your girlfriend."

"You wouldn't go that low."

"Oh, I would so go that low. Plus, answer this question. Do you really have anything better to do?"

Puck pointed at him, his mouth set to say something when he stopped and dropped his arm. He glared at Blaine, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I thought so." Blaine said.

"Whatever. I'm the asshole? Huh." Puck muttered. "Fine. I'll go with you. Whatever."

"Wonderful." Blaine clapped his hands together and rubbed them together. "We can leave tomorrow in the morning. Get your stuff together tonight."

Puck nodded and continued to glare at Blaine. "So why are you driving all over creation for this guy? Why not try the city first?"

"I just feel like he isn't here. I'm sure if he was here Wes would have known. But he didn't mention knowing where Nathan was. So I have this... Gut feeling that he's somewhere else."

"Oh yay. We're going by intuition. Awesome."

"Shut up. And if this doesn't work out at least we have something to do other than sit at the bar all day." Blaine pointed out as he walked over, plopping down next to Puck. He reached over and grabbed a carrot stick and stuck it in his mouth. "Don't worry. We'll make it fun."

Early the next morning Blaine was on his way to Puck's house. Puck offered to pick him up, but Blaine declined, explaining that he needed time to think. Because he did. He had to think of where to look. What to do if he found Nathan. His head hurt with all the questions he was trying to answer.

Blaine had picked up a map at the store yesterday and shoved it in the tattered sachel he found in the closet, along with a few shirts and pants. He slipped his sunglasses on as he walked the blistering highway, looking out across the desert that surrounded him. Things stuck out of the ground, just trash that decorated the otherwise flat land. An old car was buried halfway; an old tire was tilted into the ground. Blaine kicked rocks along as walked, his hands in his pockets, whistling an odd tune to himself.

He finally got to Puck's house, seeing Puck standing out by his car along with his mom and Nicole. As Blaine moved closer he could hear Mrs. Puckerman talking. "Be careful. Try not to get stranded. Try and make your way back, hun." She was patting his shoulders and arms, cupping the boys jaw in her fingers.

"I'll make sure he's fine, Mrs. Puckerman," Blaine smirked going up to them. Mrs. Puckerman turned and laughed.

"Good. It's nice knowing someone's watching my boy."

"Ready to leave?" Puck asked, his tanned skin pink.

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, walking up to the car and tossing his bag into the backseat.

"Okay. Goodbye, boys." Mrs. Puckerman hugged them both goodbye and Nicole pulled Puck close, waving shyly at Blaine.

Blaine got into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him and stretching out his legs. Puck got in soon after and sighed, running his hands over his mohawk. "Alrighty then."

Blaine chuckled and bent his legs and placed his feet on the dash. "Let's get this show on the road."

As Puck started the car, Blaine reached back and fumbled around with his bag, looking for the map. He pulled it out, tossing his bag back into the backseat carelessly, before unfolding it. "So where exactly are we starting?" Puck asked, pulling onto the highway.

Blaine chewed on his lip and ran his finger along the map on a thick grey line that was used for the highway. "I guess we just drive till we hit something?"

Puck turned to give him a deadpanned look. "This is going to be an enjoyable trip for me isn't it?"

"Oh, yes it will." Blaine smirked as he continued o scour the map. "Do you have like a pen or a Sharpie?"

Puck reached over and fumbled around in the glove box, pulling out a black Sharpie. He handed it to Blaine and put both hands back on the steering wheel. Blaine uncapped it and leaned forward so the map was leaning against the dash, his eyes scanning the paper. He marked a few things down and capped the marker again, satisfied. "What was that about?"

"I was just circling things. Like cities, gas stations. Things we'd need."

"Oh," Puck murmured. Blaine nodded, folding the map back together and reaching back to shove it in his bag.

Blaine leaned back in his seat and adjusted his sunglasses, sighing as he closed his eyes, settling in for the ride.