The whole boob concept was entirely lost on Blaine. He never much thought about them, never really wondered about them, let alone feel like he wanted to bother with them enough to collect them. He gave a slight shrug. "Dunno. Don't even really not like 'em, just don't really care much about 'em. They're just boobs. I like girls, but I don't wanna touch their boobs ever. Or even, like, look at 'em." There was no doubt about it that Blaine really was 100% gay. There wasn't an attraction to females at all, and even when he was trying to be bi with Rachel in a last-ditch attempt to make his dad happy, there hadn't been any physical interest. Just agreeing to a date because she asked him. There was no thinking of her body or her boobs, just a lot of wishing he was out with Kurt instead and a little perving on the lead actor's butt in the show they saw together.
The conversation too a sobering turn for Blaine and the sass was gone in favour of him just going cross-eyed as he looked up at the ceiling and tried to focus on it. "Why wouldn't I be normal?" he eventually asked, not sure what Puck meant by that part of his comment. "You mean my head? 'Cause they smashed it in? Dunno. Happened over a year ago now. Got better and shit..." Mostly. He did still have the scars and emotional baggage of it all. Plus migraines that were a bitch when they hit.
He also had no idea why Puck was talking about blood. "Not giving blood ever anyway. Like, ever. I hate blood. Blood makes me puke. So do needles. Hate blood and needles. Don't want anyone sticking needles in me to take blood either. That's, like, the worst shit ever right there and I don't even care about the fucking gay with that. Just... no. Fuck off with needles and blood. I want dicks. Dicks, dicks, dicks! Dicks all the time, no needles! Just dicks. And balls. Balls are cool. I like my balls, but never touched any other balls. Do all balls feel the same? I don't even know..." His head was spinning and he had no idea what was even honestly coming out of his mouth except the fact words did still keep coming out. Like that time he farted in class accidentally when he didn't mean to and then got teased for it. Like everyone didn't fart. "Everyone farts, you know. Sick... I feel sick, head hurts like loads... spinnin'..."
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The conversation too a sobering turn for Blaine and the sass was gone in favour of him just going cross-eyed as he looked up at the ceiling and tried to focus on it. "Why wouldn't I be normal?" he eventually asked, not sure what Puck meant by that part of his comment. "You mean my head? 'Cause they smashed it in? Dunno. Happened over a year ago now. Got better and shit..." Mostly. He did still have the scars and emotional baggage of it all. Plus migraines that were a bitch when they hit.
He also had no idea why Puck was talking about blood. "Not giving blood ever anyway. Like, ever. I hate blood. Blood makes me puke. So do needles. Hate blood and needles. Don't want anyone sticking needles in me to take blood either. That's, like, the worst shit ever right there and I don't even care about the fucking gay with that. Just... no. Fuck off with needles and blood. I want dicks. Dicks, dicks, dicks! Dicks all the time, no needles! Just dicks. And balls. Balls are cool. I like my balls, but never touched any other balls. Do all balls feel the same? I don't even know..." His head was spinning and he had no idea what was even honestly coming out of his mouth except the fact words did still keep coming out. Like that time he farted in class accidentally when he didn't mean to and then got teased for it. Like everyone didn't fart. "Everyone farts, you know. Sick... I feel sick, head hurts like loads... spinnin'..."