A/N – Hey everybody, thanks for clicking on my story and giving it a try! Some background information.

The story takes place at the beginning of Season 3.

It's about Puck and Blaine, and their journey (together )

Also, there's strong language, sex, violence, and adult themes all throughout my story, just so you're prepared. I'll tell you in the A/N's when something is about to come up, that way if you want to read this without reading the slash you can.

There are a lot of songs in my fic, and I'll tell you in the A/N what they are so you can go find them before you continue reading. I don't suggest, I demand you at least listen to the song before you read it, or even during. I think they add a lot to the story, understanding the feeling/mood/sound to each song. Besides, you'll probably love the new music I'm going to show you.

Please review! You can say anything you want, from what you liked, didn't like; where you want the story to go (although that won't do much sorry) you're opinions on the story line, and especially whether or not you liked the song!

There's just a short prologue (I couldn't decide if I wanted to take it out or not, but I decided on just leaving it) before the story starts. So sit back and enjoy, I certainly did.

PROLOUGE

The summer was pretty uneventful for Noah Puckerman. He continued his pool cleaning business throughout the summer, making a good amount of money and enlarging his pool of grown women he's had the honor to have slept with. He worked on improving his and Finn's relationships, hanging out with him quite often, bringing them arguably back to "best friend" status. He continued to work out and train for football and only broke into the school three times the entire summer. All in all, Puck was ready to get back to school. He was ready to take football to the championship game again, and go to nationals. And this time, not fuck it up, he always thought to himself.

After a text chat with Finn, Puck set his phone down, stripped to his boxers, and got into his bed. He just wanted tomorrow to come. Find out what the new school years drama's going to be, and hopefully meet some sexy new faces to fool around with.

He was going to get his wish, but it would be a lot more than fooling around. It would also change his life.

Blaine had had one of the best summers of his life. He couldn't explain how happy it made him, recounting the countless dates and nights in the presence of Kurt Hummel, and how excited he was in Mid June when his parents announced that he could transfer to McKinley starting his senior year.

The days before school flew by, getting ready for a great year with Kurt. Blaine was extremely excited to get to know all the New Direction kids further; he already knew some well, like Rachel and Mercedes. But there were still so many more people he wanted to befriend; Quinn, Santana, Britney, Mike, Artie, Tina ,Sam, Finn, and Puck. He had some doubts about friendships with Santana, he heard she was crazy nasty, and he heard Puck wasn't the biggest gay fan. But he was still excited and anxious to get his first day going.

He set his alarm for 6:30, stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, and crawled into bed. He started texting Kurt.

Kinda nervous, but SUPER excited for tomorrow – Blaine

Don't be. All the time we get to spend together? And your going to love being in the New Directions! – Kurt

I know I will, and yes being with you will make it all o.k. no matter what. – Blaine

Well I love you and I'll see you tomorrow. I need to start my face routine. Goodnight – Kurt

Luv ya 2. Night kurt - Blaine

Chapter One

(Puck)

Fuck, this class sucks already. I sat in the back of the class beside Finn and Artie, half-listening to the English teacher talk about what we were going to learn this year. She seriously wanted to give a lecture on the first day of school? These people never learn. This was my fifth hour, and I already felt like just getting up and getting the fuck out of here now. My first four classes were all snooze fests, and I didn't see anything that was going to make this class any different.

Since I really didn't give a fuck what the teacher was talking about, I let my mind and eyes wonder. I took to doing what I've been doing in most of my classes; judging my classmates. Don't all high school students judge their peers when they come back after summer? I was no different; I was usually just a bit harsher in my inspections.

I started at the far side of the room, and cringed a little when I spotted Jacob Ben Israel. That kid was seriously beyond messed up, and a pain in my ass to. He was constantly in my face asking for interviews or my opinions on the latest school gossip, just so he could post it on that fucked up website of his. I guess I should probably thank him though, that website really does boost my popularity and maintains my badass reputation for me. Every time I throw a slushie or toss somebody in the dumpster, it's up on the website. But he's still a little fucking pervert.

I passed along more faces of students till I came to Samantha Cora. Ugh, face still looks like she was attacked by angry hornets. I thought the summer would have cleared that shit up. Sitting next to her was the douchbag Azimio. I clenched my fists as I remembered the events of last year and how that asshole and his buddy Karofsky pretty much ruined Kurt's life, along with endlessly going after the glee club. I really did need to tell them whose boss this year, and let them know they can't pull any of that shit again.

There weren't very many changes in most of my classmates. This isn't surprising really, most kids try to stay the norm here in conservative Ohio, but I hoped something eye catching would have happened to somebody. This class was now getting increasingly boring.

At the end of my investigation, I started spotting the other glee kids in the room. Mercedes was sitting next to Kurt near the other end of the room. I didn't mind Mercedes, I thought she could be quite funny sometimes and I admired the way she held herself with such confidence. I also liked how she didn't let people walk over her, and she was never above putting Rachel in her place.

I didn't quite know what I felt towards Kurt. I didn't mind gays, since joining New Direction's kind of forced you to be a more accepting person. No, I didn't mind gays, but I pitied Kurt for being one. I've seen with my own eyes how hard it has been for him, something that I'm ashamed was probably fueled by my hands for awhile. But hey, don't blame me! He could probably have toned it down a little. I had to admit that "Bitch Kurt" was someone I could live without (point against him), but the kid did make things at glee more interesting and dramatic (point for him).

I noticed that Kurt sat at the back of the second to last row (closest to the door). I wondered if somebody sat on the other side of him, or if most kids in this school still tried to avoid him. Curiosity got the best of me, and I shifted positions and changed from slouching back to resting my head in my hands, looking sideways. Wait, isthat Kurt's boyfriend? Here, at McKinley?I was surprised to see him (Blaine was it?) here, at this kind of school. The two of them must have something special if he was prepared to leave that fancy boarding school for one where most of the student body would hate his guts.

I had never paid him much attention before, but I immediately got excited once I realized what this meant. Fuck! If Blaine is here then he'll join New Directions! He practically took his last Glee club to Nationals last year, and now we have his voice! We got this shit in the fucking bag! I smiled to myself; New Directions was going to dominate this year. I continued my inspecting and looked at Blaine more closely. His clothes completely rivaled Kurt on a fashion level, but Blaine was much better at walking the line of being stylish, but not to flashy. They didn't make you cringe like Kurt's did, they simply made you appreciate the effort he put in. His black shirt hugged his body nicely. He didn't have the muscles I had, but I could see he still had a very muscular torso. His red skinny jeans looked really good to. I slid my eyes down to his ass, and I couldn't help but admire how tight his pants fit around it. I knew I was the hottest guy at this school, but maybe McKinley had room for a close second.

I moved up his body to his face. Oh man, look at those curls. I studied and admired it for a few seconds. I was looking at the color of his eyes from the side, when they flickered my way till they were locked with mine.

Oh Shit! I snapped my face and eyes to the front, feeling my face darken a tiny bit. What the fuck? I don't get embarrassed or blush! I, (very angry at myself) sat silently fuming. How long had I been looking at Blaine? And why was I even looking for so long anyways? Was that considered "checking him out"? No. I was not gay. I was simply sizing up my competition. But that didn't count though, because Blaine wasn't exactly about to steal all the girls away. What the fuck Puckerman.

After about five minutes, I figured it was safe to sneak a glance over at Blaine to see how he reacted. I glanced over. Blaine wasn't looking at the teacher anymore; his eyes were practically glued to my chest. I let a full blown grin slide over my face as Blaine made his way from my chest to my arms, mouth opening a bit in an O shape. He was admiring my body more than I was admiring his. I could see the attracting in his eyes, and it made me proud of myself. I flexed my muscles, and Blaine's eyes widened a tiny bit, before snapping up to my face and locking with mine (again).

I gave him a seductive wink as he did the same thing I had just done; whipping his face back to the front and letting a blush take over his face. Except his blush was much more pronounced, and I doubt I look that fucking cute when I blush.

Wait.

What did I just say?

Cute?

I shake my head violently and curse myself. I did not just call another dude "cute," that would pretty much break every single one of my badass rules. My eyes slide over to his face again, and the word "hot" just sort of popped in. What the fuck?

I snapped my eyes to the front again, screaming at myself in my head. Just fucking stop! Don't look at him, don't call him cute, and don't think about him! I told myself that I was done with this little "investigation" and decided I was done with any thoughts regarding Blaine. For the remainder of the class, I did a good job keeping to my resolution. I did glance his way a few times, but that was only because I repeatedly told myself not to.

I watched the bell carefully. I wanted to get out of this fucking class. I didn't want to look that kid's way, and I certainly didn't want to be in the same room anymore. At the bell, I hurriedly grabbed my bag and practically ran out of the classroom.

Finn caught up with me at my locker.

"Dude, you practically sprinted out of the class. I know it was boring as hell but you couldn't have waited for me?" Finn asked as he stowed his English book in his locker, and grabbed his lunch money.

"Well if you weren't so slow I might have considered waiting, but I didn't have a few hours to spare."

Finn laughed. "Whatever dude."

(Blaine)

My first day went a lot better than I expected. Not a single slushie or slur or even an evil glance my way. The school just kind of ignored me, which I think they did with all new kids. I'd met and befriended a large portion of the glee kids throughout the day, something I was extremely relieved about. I'd already met Rachel and Mercedes, but it was meeting people like Sam and Mike and Tina and Brittany that made the day really fun. In fact, I think my first day went almost entirely without a hitch. Almost. It happened during fifth hour.

I was focusing in on the English teacher, Ms. Lorel, talking about the various books we were going to read this year. She just started talking about The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, one I had already read at Dalton, when I felt someone's eyes on me, coming from my left. I glanced over and saw Noah Puckerman already staring into my face. The second I had looked over, Puck quickly looked away, and oh my god is he blushing? Why was he looking at me so intently? Look how he's stone still staring at the teacher with rapt attention now, all because I caught him staring at me. Wait, why was he staring at me? He looks pissed.

I watched Puck a little longer then faced forward again. I breathed a sigh out, wow, I love Kurt in all, but my god he has a body and face of an angel. I glanced back over again, unable to contain myself now that I got him in my head. I loved how his sleeveless shirt hugged his muscular body, totally showing off his pectorals. I was longingly looking at his muscular arms when I felt my eyes being pulled up to his face. He was looking directly at me again, and I realized he probably just watched me check him out. He had a huge smirk on his face, and when he saw that I was looking at his eyes, he winked. He winked at me! It was now my turn to snap forward and my turn to blush. Dammit Blaine! Your first day at the school and you had to let the straight guy catch you checking him out. But wasn't he checking you out first? A voice in my head asked. No, he was just wondering what I was doing here. He was looking at my face not my body. God he probably thinks I'm a freak stalker now that tries to turn straight people gay! Seriously Blaine, why did you have to do that!

I was pissed at myself. I let a few minutes pass before I glanced Pucks way to see his expression. I needed to know if he was creeped out. When I did, I saw Puck (still staring at the front) had a huge smirk on his face. The smirk widened the longer my "glance" turned into a full on stare down.

Again, I snapped my head forward and resolved to not look Pucks way anymore. Besides, Kurt had noticed my last head snap, and was giving me a weird look. I just gave him a smile and looked back at the teacher, not letting Puck into my thoughts or eyesight for the remainder of the class. But I still felt staring every so often. What is going on here?

A/N – So what did you think? Do you guys like the premise? Characters? I love puck.