Author's Note: Ok. So, I am a Klainer… however, out of curiosity I began to read some stories revolving around Blaine/Puck (Paine/Bluck) and now I am a little bit momentarily obsessed with the pairing. Soooooo… here is a Blaine/Puck fanfic that started bouncing around in my head. It will be some canon and some AU. Hopefully not too OOC. I think I may make this a chapter story. Not sure. Basically, this is an experiment. Hope you like it. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Anything you recognize is not mine. I promise.
Puck's POV
So, the Glee Club exploded after Hummel left. He said that he was transferring to this private school because he was not safe here anymore. I offered to help protect him, so did the other guys, but he said he had to leave. Yeah, I felt bad for the kid. I mean, I know it wasn't easy for him here and all. Plus, there are no other gay kids here. An all boys school must mean plenty of cock all over the place for the taking, right? Whatever. To each their own. I was happy for him.
We tied with Hummel's new school at Sectionals and beat them at Regionals. Honestly, I didn't pay that much attention. We ended up going to Nationals in New York. We did NOT win. No… Finn and Rachel decided to eat each other's faces on stage. Apparently, that was not the thing to do. Maybe it was their technique… Personally, I would give them – maybe – a four on a scale of one to ten. My standards are higher than the norm, though. I mean, I am a sex shark with A LOT of experience.
Anyways, so New York was cool. I think I may want to move their sometime after I graduate. I definitely don't want to hang around Lima, Ohio forever. The school year ended shortly after we returned from Nationals. Summer went relatively quickly. I worked at Hummel's Tire and Lube with Finn and Burt Hummel. A few times I saw Kurt, but he was either with the Glee girls or running off to meet some guy friends from his new school. He always seemed very happy.
The summer ended as it always does. Sex in the bed of my truck in a secluded place. Staring at the stars. Falling asleep. Getting shaken awake by a pissed off girl insisting on being driven home. I fell into my bed the night before the first week of school. I don't know what I dreamed of, but I woke up feeling… excited. Morning wood is a wonderful thing.
Yeah. So, anyways, it is the start of a new year. My senior year. Everyone is back and eager to dominate at Nationals (if we can get there). After completing the last school year at his new school, Hummel has decided to return to McKinely. Why he would leave all the cock behind is beyond me, but here he is. Everyone is very happy. I guess I am, too. I mean, I guess I missed him some. Plus, it is one less person that we need to recruit into our Glee Club that currently is too small to compete. So, yeah, it's good he is back.
I have noticed, though, that Hummel is not his usual snarky self. He says that he misses his friends at his other school, but I think there is one friend in particular. He says that he doesn't have a boyfriend, but that he went on a few dates. He says that he did not leave a boyfriend behind there. Just left some great friends. I know that he is happy to be back, though.
It is the middle of the first week of classes and we are all sitting outside in the courtyard eating lunch. I hear music and look up. All of a sudden, some dude in a tight black top and red pants starts singing. I vaguely notice Kurt and Rachel running down the stairs towards our table. They both look very excited from what I can tell. However, my eyes are stuck on the guy singing It's Not Unusual. This song rocks. And, this guy has balls to perform it all by himself in the courtyard. Who is this guy?
All of a sudden I get a good look at him. Whoa. Ok. The guy is hot. Like way hot. We would be so hot together… Wait. What? What the hell, man? Puckasaurus does not do cock. No. He doesn't.
All of a sudden the Cheerios appear and start dancing along to the song, dancing with the dude. I have gone out with a number of those girls and seen them naked, but I can't stop looking at him. Even when Santana is dancing beside him like a slut, I can't stop looking at HIM. Damnit! I don't do dick. Shit.
Then why can't I stop looking at him? Why am I feeling jealous of Hummel whenever the dude looks at him? And, most importantly, why the hell am I half hard just from his voice and face? Shit. SHIT. FUCK.
Crap. Ok. They are done, thank God. Crap. Ok, Puck, just casually adjust yourself so nobody notices your hard on. At least you are wearing dark pants. Jesus.
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