A/N: A lot of people have been asking for Luke and Noah's back story, so this was born! Thank you to the pink post-it for the many suggestions, and to my bestie, SamieRie for not only helping me decide on "meetings", but she also gave me a character to use, and okayed the title. So now without further ado, is Noah and Luke's back story. :) I hope you all enjoy it, and as always, please drop a review!

WARNINGS: Mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, and dirty dancing. If this isn't for you, scroll away, friend.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, Mark Salling, and/or Naya Rivera. I do own Luke though, so please don't steal him without asking first. :)

1.) It was the bi-weekly "boy's night out" with some of the guys in my apartment. Tonight we were at Voltage, a gay-friendly bar in a seedy section downtown. Santana owned the place along with a few others scattered around the city. They all had an electric theme. While Spark and Lightning were great, the best of the three was definitely Voltage. The house special was awesome. Blue in color, the drink bubbled and burned slightly as it rushed down your throat so that it felt like you were swallowing an electric current. It was fucking awesome.

Tonight, Santana was at Voltage, filling in a bunch of different places, since she was short-staffed. Usually, I pick up the slack for her, especially around holiday seasons and summer, but she didn't call an SOS tonight. One minute she was pouring drinks and raking in the tips, the next, she was choosing the music on the main stage. Then after the music was going, she alternated between talking to the customers, calling cabs for those who were way past the normal level of intoxicated, and simply overviewing her club from a corner. I waved to her as we entered, gesturing to the bar with a questioning look. Shaking her head at me with a smile, she pointed to the dance floor and made a rather lewd gesture with her hands.

My group soon found the way to the dance floor, writing and grinding our bodies against whatever hot, sweaty flesh was around. After the third song, I noticed a hot blonde guy with lightly tanned, sweaty skin moving side to side, his head swaying to the beat. His hair was shaggy enough that it swished back and forth with each turn of his head, and he had a few hoops in his ear. He was wearing relatively tight black jeans and a tight black V-neck, accessorized by a few chains around his neck and some studded black leather cuffs around his wrists, matching belt slung low through his belt loops. All in all, the boy looked fuckable, and God knew I was going to try to do just that.

"You're a great dancer," I purred, gently resting my hands on his slim hips, trying not to scare him away if he wasn't interested. Despite my precautions, the man jumped before turning around, startled eyes finding my eyes.

"I didn't mean to scare you," I said, distancing myself from the piece of walking sex in front of me. Seriously, the huge eyes rimmed in black kohl pencil and cherry red lips practically screamed, "Fuck me!"

"Do you need something?" he asked, his lips turning down slightly at the ends, eyebrows pushing together at the top.

"I don't need anything, per say, but I'm not ashamed of wanting a dance with you," I replied, bringing my hands back to his hips, invading his personal bubble again.

"I guess one dance wouldn't hurt," he replied, slinging his arms around my neck. As soon as those words were emitted from that delicious looking mouth, the music picked up, the slower beat from earlier replaced by a fast one with a wonderfully prominent bass line, giving me the perfect tempo to grind against my intended conquest for the night.

Through the dance, our bodies got closer and closer until mystery man turned around and ground his ass against my cock, erection unashamedly meeting his actions. Groaning deep in my throat, I leaned forward and placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss just under blondie's ear. He shuddered and leaned into my body, and we continued in this fashion until the song was over and he peeled himself from my body, a pleased smirk on his face.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked, pulling the blonde man back towards my body.

"Sorry, but I don't do one night stands, and I'm pretty sure this is where you want to go," he replied, pushing me away, that damned smirk still on his face. I frowned as I watched him walk away, his hips swaying as he disappeared into the crowd, a mass of writhing bodies cutting off any chances of going after him.

Pissed, I made my way to the bar. "House special," I barked, not paying attention to my tone.

"Rough night already, Puck?" Santana asked, handing me a glass of bubbly blue liquid. Slamming the drink back, I handed my glass back.

"Can't tell?" I sniped, asking for a refill. Santana minded her distance after that, only reproaching me sometime around one to drag me onto her spare couch. I knew I was way beyond wasted, Puckzilla didn't handle rejection well, so I crashed there. The next day was spend nursing my massive hangover and returning to my apartment.

A/N: That's the first chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it, and the second and third chapter will be out pronto. They're written and ready to go! Please leave a review!

~musicxisxmyxlife75e