Blaine didn't know if he wanted to be sick or maybe even pass out. He just knew the room was really, really spinning all of a sudden and he was trying to lie as still as he could through it, hoping it would stop really soon. He kept his hand nursed over one side of his forehead, honestly believing it might fall off because it felt like it was going to. Was his head actually spinning? Maybe it was like The Exorcist? "I don't know if I like weed so much..." he decided. "I think I even like it less than I like boobs. Plus? I don't really want all the gay awesome. I just want Kurt's gay awesome. He's the best gay awesome, that's all I want... dude, is my head spinnin'? It feels like it's all, like, spinnin'..."

He stayed silent at all the comments about his head or even his hair then. He didn't know if Puck was meaning to be a jerk about his hair, but it did kind of hurt to hear he thought it looked like a helmet, and he suddenly didn't want to talk about any of that anymore. It always hurt and Puck didn't seem to understand what Blaine was saying. Maybe he just thought it was like a fight in a school hall or something? Who knew. All Blaine knew was that he didn't want to talk about it now. So he didn't.

Instead, he just focused on trying not to throw up all over himself. Puck was asking questions Blaine didn't know the answers to anyway. The blood thing had something to do with HIV, he knew that. He probably should know more considering his other dad died of it, but he didn't know all the technicalities. He hadn't had sex with anyone, so he didn't have diseases, but he was gay and still not allowed to give blood. But he wouldn't want to, because he really did hate it. "Dunno. Just glad some people did so I didn't have to die and stuff. Dyin' woulda been worse than a bleedin' dick. I can't move, 'cause my head is gonna fall off." But then he frowned a little. "Where else am I gonna throw them?"