Blaine just bit his lip and held his hand up. "It's okay, Puck," he mumbled quietly. Like he wanted any of his friends to land in prison or arrested because of him. Sure, at the time, he had been a mess. He coped by pretty much just shutting down to cop it, but luckily Mr Schue and Figgins arrived to break it up before Blaine got seriously hurt. Kurt's attempts to stop it had fallen on deaf ears, but it had been his screaming for help that stopped Blaine getting anything more than a concussion. He had just been terrified. When push came to shove, despite knowing boxing, it was just emotional reaction. "It was just one of those things. It's not like we're not aware that stuff can happen..." And then some.

Oh god, and now Kurt was talking about erections. Maybe not in so many words, but he was definitely implying and Blaine had to internally battle not to think about Kurt with an erection so he didn't need to bust out a mailman of his own right then and there. Yes, he had felt Kurt through his trousers when they made out. They felt each other, but Blaine hadn't seen it yet, but boy did he want to. He felt a faint heat creep into his cheeks and tried to will it away. "I guess that's why we need an avenue of, um... relief," he offered, aiming for nonchalance.