Disclaimer: The characters of glee do not belong to me. Neither does 21 Jump Street. This is because I haves an obsession with that show and Blam. If you've seen those POS movies, this version will have NOTHING to do with them, trust me. Stephen J. Cannell is ROLLING OVER IN HIS GRAVE, JONAH HILL. Anyway, this is a 21 Jump Street Blam fic with Puckermore (Puck/OC) in the background. Probably Finchel, too. Haven't planned it all out yet. Anyway, they meet through Jump Street. XD.
No One Else To Call
By Julia
Sam Evans stood out in front of the chapel, not sure what to think. He didn't know how he was going to cut it in this unit. They had told him that if he wanted to be a cop, this was where he had to go. No one took him seriously. At 21 years old, he looked like a high schooler. Sam let out a sigh and headed inside. He was a very by the book kind of cop. He was here to work undercover. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans, and a nice button up shirt. Sam knew that this was going to be very trying. He headed on inside, to a 70s throwback. This was the 80s, come on. Sam headed straight for a man sitting on a desk.
Blaine looked to him when he stepped up. Wow, he was here for Jump Street? They were going to have to give him a makeover. He brushed some curls out of his eyes. That's when he got a good look at him. Oh wow, he had potential, he was hot. Like, whoa. Blaine wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. "I'm Blaine Anderson." He told him, shaking the other man's hand. Jump Street was a great program. He loved it here. But he was looking for a family. He'd lost his back home. In some ways, he was really kind of lonely. Jump Street was the place for him. He hoped that this guy would see it the same way. Blaine shared a look with Puck, who was across the room, and turned back to the new guy. "Jenko's not really here yet, and no one formally checks in." He told him bluntly. It was true. Blaine kept a look on Sam, trying to decide if Olivia really could get this guy to look like he belonged, like an asshole. They did a lot of drug busts in the high schools. Sam was going to have to look like he belonged. It might be some hard work. Blaine ran a hand through his shock of black curls. His skin had an olive tone.
Wow. Wow. Okay, so this guy was hot. Big deal. Oh, it was. He told himself. That head of curls, though. Sam cleared his throat. "My name is Sam Evans, and I need Captain Jenko." Sam told him, sounding very formal and official. It was just how he was. Sam didn't know if this place was really for him. But he knew he'd have to make the most of it. Sam was getting lost in those hazel eyes, they were gorgeous. Prettiest eyes he'd ever seen. He wasn't dating anyone right now, either. Just his right hand, if you caught his drift. Sam was puzzled by the amused look on Blaine's face. What had he said that was so funny? Sam brushed some of his long blonde locks out of his eyes. Sam caught blue eyes as a tall, mocha skinned girl approached. She was definitely Native American. Sam wondered why she was looking him up and down like she was. Sam kept her gaze, as she stopped by Blaine's desk. Sam was more than a little unnerved as he looked back, and was even more baffled, when she gave Blaine a look and they both laughed. Sam watched them, an eyebrow raised. "What's so funny?" He demanded to know. Sam looked down at himself. He didn't know what it was, but it was something. It wasn't just clear. "I need t report to Captain Jenko." He repeated.
"Oh, this is priceless." Olivia said, and she laughed with Blaine. It was cute though. They would figure this out, though. He had potential. Olivia could work with this. Olivia looked at Blaine. "Just wait till Jenko gets here and gives me the budget." Olivia tucked some of her long black hair behind her ear. She set her blue eyes on Sam. She wondered if, like Blaine, he was gay. Olivia had a suspicion that he was. She wasn't really sure why she thought so. She just tended to have good gaydar. "And Jenko'll be here soon." She added.
Sam looked back at Olivia. "Sam Evans." He told her, offering her his hand. She shook it firmly. A lock of his blonde hair fell over his forehead again. Sam brushed it back, a bit impatiently. He wasn't going to cut it though, he'd been growing it for about a year. Sam met the eye of the other cop, he was burly and his head was shaved. Not all of it, but most of it. He was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white tee shirt under a red flannel shirt. He walked over to them, and from the look he gave Olivia, Sam could tell he was into her. She didn't seem to know.
"Noah Puckerman. Everyone calls me Puck." Puck said, sizing up the new guy. Puck wondered if they were going to get along with the new guy. He honestly wasn't sure if this guy was going to make it in this unit. Puck turned to look at Olivia, who was unaware that he was hopelessly in love with her. Puck leaned an arm on her. They were all pretty close in the time they'd been working together. Puck kept his eyes trained on Sam. "What unit were you in?" He asked, missing the adoring look that Olivia gave him. Puck would guess homicide or major crimes. There was no way he had been in narcotics.
Sam kept his keen green eyes on Puck as he replied, "Homicide." He had wanted to be a cop since he was a kid. Just like his old man. Sam had lost him when he was a teenager. Prom night, actually. It really wasn't fair at all. Sam wondered why he had agreed to this assignment. Of course, he knew why. If he wanted to keep being a cop, this was his only option. He hadn't wanted to give up being a cop. Sam had worked hard to be one. He had done well in the academy. Sam looked back at Puck from under a sheen of blonde hair. This guy was pretty hot, too, but Sam could tell that he was straight. Sam himself was bisexual. He had just gotten out of a tough relationship.
That was when Captain Jenko showed up. He was a hangon hippie, older with long black hair and a leather jacket with fringe on it. He gave them all a large grin. "And you must be the new recruit." He said to Sam. Sam nodded. Jenko looked to Olivia. "You are gonna need some serious green for this one." He took Olivia and Sam into the office. He reached to get some of the petty cash. He pulled out $500 and handed it to Olivia. "You know what to do." He told her, as her blue eyes lit up in anticipation. Olivia loved shopping, it was her life.
She grabbed his arm and led him out of Jenko's office. "Come on, after we get you all set up Jenko will give you an assignment." She said. Olivia waved bye to Puck and Blaine and led Sam outside to her car. She drove them to a Goodwill that had some good stuff. She liked to make the money stretch, and sometimes there was extra. It was good when that happened. Olivia went straight for the jeans. He needed some that didn't make him look like a square. She started pulling some off the rack as he looked at her dubiously. "You can't go anywhere looking like that." She told him.
It took about an hour to get clothes that she would let Sam wear. Olivia then dragged him to a record store, and got him a few things. Sam wasn't sure he was going to like this unit. Then they got some kind of fatty breakfast from McDonalds. Sam wasn't really used to eating that way, but she insisted it had to be done. When you were undercover with kids you had to do like they did. Then they headed back to the chapel. Sam was now decked out in a pair of loose jeans, a tie dye shirt and leather jacket, with a pair of beat up sneakers. Sam honestly didn't know what he was supposed to do with all of this. He took a deep sip of his Coke. He sighed as he took another bite of his breakfast sandwich. Olivia was humming along with Pat Benatar on the radio. Sam wasn't a fan. Give him Motley Crue any day. That was a surprise to most people who saw him. Sam really liked rocking out to them in his apartment, though. It was one of the moments when he was completely unguarded and just let loose. Sam usually wasn't like that. Sam looked at the girl driving as she began to sing along. She really was a gorgeous woman. Sam would have dated her before Dustin. Dustin had really messed him up. They'd been together for about ten months, and then Dustin had cheated on him.
Later that day, Sam was getting ready to go home. He was at his desk. Olivia had made him gel up his blonde hair, to style it just right. When he got home he was washing it out. He never wore gel. Sam looked up and saw Blaine looking at him. He wondered what that was about. Sam had to admit, he was hoping that Blaine had a crush on him. That would be all kinds of complicated. But he wanted it just the same. Sam kept his gaze on Blaine. "Can I help you?" He finally asked, doing his best to not make it sound confrontational. That wouldn't serve his purpose. You caught more flies with honey.
"You look a lot more gangsta." Blaine said, unable to keep the smile off his face. Sam was so hot and adorable at the same time. Blaine knew that he was going to have to learn how to do this job right. You had to know how to do it. Blaine was going to have fun teaching him. He'd been eager to do this job. It was something that made him feel like he was making a difference. Blaine loved that about his job. Blaine leaned on the desk next to Sam, his eyes focused on Sam's bright green ones. Before Blaine could say anything else, they were kissing each other hungrily. No one else was there, it was just them. It was just passionate and wanting.
Sam was surprised of this development. What was this place doing to him? But Sam didn't want to stop. This felt so good. He slipped his arms around Blaine's waist, holding him there on the desk. Blaine's legs wrapped around his waist. Sam knew that this was probably a bad idea, but there wasn't a rule against it. Sam's cock began to harden. One of Blaine's hands moved up into his hair, and Sam's green eyes automatically slid shut. Blaine's fingers slid through his hair, and he cupped the back of Sam's head. All of this was amazing. Sam didn't know if this was a good idea. He didn't have any condoms, and there wasn't anything smart about having sex without a condom. Sam didn't want to get an STD. Sam shivered under Blaine's touch, and kissed him harder, biting on his bottom lip. Blaine let out a moan against his mouth. Sam's hands settled on the small of Blaine's back. He could feel Blaine's cock getting hard. That was a real turn on, and Sam was going to blow soon. Sam tried to focus, come out of the heady wanting to have sex feeling. Sam wasn't sure that he could stop right now, but it had to be done. "Wait, stop." Sam managed to say. Blaine let out a moan. "No, we have to be smart about this. We have to use condoms. Aids is going around, man." It was the first time he'd ever brought up the disease.
Fuck, that was a boner killer. He knew that Sam had a point though. They had to be careful. Blaine sighed, his head falling on Sam's shoulder. "You're right." Blaine said reluctantly. He knew that they were almost to the point of no return. Sam had no idea what he was doing to him. Blaine said, "We can go to my apartment, it's not far from here." Blaine really hoped that Sam would want to go. He really wanted to do this. "I've got condoms and lube." Blaine didn't even know how or what this was going to be. Blaine loved being single right now, actually. This might complicate things. He didn't want that at all. Blaine knew that Sam was into this, too, he could feel his erection. Blaine really wanted this to happen. "Come on, we'll be safe. I really do want this to happen." It was very true. Blaine reached down and grasped Sam's length. He let his fingers move over it slowly. Sam's eyes closed. Those gorgeous green eyes. Sam was gorgeous. Blaine was really lucky, even if this was just sex. Sam groaned. "Come on, Evans. You know you want to. It doesn't have to be a big serious thing. It can be just sex."
"Anderson….." Sam said, his voice garbled from the desire. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea." Sam totally meant the words that he was saying, but he wasn't sure that he wanted Blaine to agree. Sam wanted Blaine to disagree. Even if he probably should. Sam shivered as Blaine's fingers moved over his length. That felt really good. Sam could hardly focus. Blaine's fingers were moving so maddeningly slow. "Anderson…. You've…. Stop." Sam finally managed to say, stepping back, leaving Blaine on the desk with a huge erection. Sam had one, too, and it was starting to hurt. "We have to be rational about this. We can't just jump into bed without talking about this. We work together. This could effect our working relationship. I don't want things to be complicated for us in that department. Especially since I just started in this unit." Sam really thought that that should be a concern. Even if there wasn't a rule against it, there was no reason to complicate things. "If we're going to do this, then we have to at least try and define it." Sam knew that he sounded very high maintenance right now. He couldn't help that. This had to be done, or they would make a huge mistake. One that they could never undo. He didn't need anymore of those mistakes in his life.
"If I say it can be just sex, can we do this? I am fine with this not being a relationship. Especially since you just started here. Is that okay? Is that good? Can we have sex now?" Blaine really wanted this. More than he had ever wanted anything else in the world. Blaine reached out for Sam, who still looked like he was saying no. That was disappointing. Blaine could feel himself starting to get desperate. Blaine didn't like that feeling at all. He hated that feeling. Blaine didn't want to look desperate. Not in the least. Especially since Sam was seeming to try and take control. Blaine usually was the one in control. Blaine had to be the one in control. Too much had happened. Blaine brushed some of his curls out of his eyes. "Sam, come on. This doesn't have to be a huge complicated thing." Blaine knew that no matter what he said, sex wasn't on the table, so to speak, for the night. Blaine had already lost the battle. He sighed, trying to get his boner to abate. Sam was giving him an 'I'm sorry' expression. Blaine was trying to keep himself from crying. It was coming. And he didn't want Sam to see that at all.
"I think it needs to end here." Sam said, hating the sad look on Blaine's face. Sam was very sure that this was right. Even if he wanted this. Sam had never felt so close to anyone before. That kiss was going to haunt him. It really was. Sam just thought that he should try and get settled before doing this. Sam needed this to work. More than anything. He had to keep being a cop. It was all that he'd ever wanted to do. Sam ran a hand through his hair, which had started to work out of its gel, and it was starting to be soft and silky again. "I just…. I have to see if this is going to work out before I add sex to the equation." Sam said, knowing that even though it was true, it was going to hurt Blaine, and possibly ruin this forever. Sam shouldn't feel so sad about that. He barely knew Blaine. For some reason, this really bothered him. Sam wasn't used to being the one who did the hurting. It was new for him. Sam wasn't used to being the one to cause the hurt and disappointed look on the other one's face. This was killing him. It really was. Sam reached to try and comfort him, and Blaine shook his head vehemently. "I'm sorry, Anderson." That, he knew, had been the wrong thing to say. He should have used 'Blaine.'
"Fine, Evans." Blaine snapped, and got himself back together, his erection gone completely. "You can finish your work, and I'm going home." Blaine grabbed up his jacket and key and left the chapel in a huff. It was at least until he got outside before he began to cry. And he cried very hard, as he slid into his Trans Am. He didn't even put on the radio. Blaine just sat there for a second, crying. Hoping that Sam hadn't left yet, so he wouldn't see Blaine crying like this. Blaine sat there for a second longer, and then started to move into motion. He started up the car and backed out of the parking lot. It was true that his apartment wasn't far. He moved himself down the road in the car, trying to keep from crying. He was going to ensconce himself on the couch and watch something stupid on cable and cry. Blaine didn't know why this was effecting him so much. He had just met Sam. So he shouldn't be so attached already. It was ridiculous. Blaine felt so completely pathetic right now. He supposed he should call Olivia to come over and console him. That might help.
Meanwhile, Olivia was hanging out with Puckerman. She was lying on half the couch in his apartment, watching him cook something on the stove. He normally ordered out when they hung out, so this was completely new. She pulled her legs up underneath her. Puck's apartment was amazing. One bedroom loft. On the floor by the couch and coffee table was a floor television, 25 inches. Olivia had it on, but she was paying more attention to Puck cooking. It was very hot. Olivia was licking some of her long black hair in her mouth absentmindedly as she kept her blue eyes on him. Finally she asked, "So, Puckerman, what are you fixing? You aren't going to like, kill me, right?" She asked slyly as she leaned up a little on the couch for a better view. She loved to tease him. Olivia was glad that he was getting this time with him. She was really starting to get a crush on him. He was so sweet, and so hot, and she loved working with him. They were good friends. Olivia could trust him, and he could trust her. She was just scared to say something to him in case he didn't feel the same way. Soon, it had to be bedtime, work the next day, you know. But this was going to be a great hangout evening. Olivia's blue eyes were alight with pleasure as she watched.
"Nothing fancy, damn, Gilmore." He said, laughing. "And no, I'm not going to kill you, dammit." Puck couldn't believe that he had her all to himself tonight, and Blaine wasn't going to be here, either. That didn't happen a lot. Puck was trying to take advantage of it. He was making burgers and fries, and there were mozzarella cheese stick appetizers. Simple things that could be done in the oven and the deep fryer. Puck put the cheese sticks on a plate, and headed for the couch, setting it on the coffee table. He didn't really have a kitchen table. Even if he did, he doubted very much that it would get used anyway. He tended to use tv trays. It's what happened when you were a bachelor. Puck picked up one and took a bite. "Can I refresh your beer, Gilmore?" He asked. He wondered if she could feel the sexual tension in the room. It was palpable. Puck didn't know if he could stand it, not saying anything. He was sitting right next to her on the couch, and he could smell her shampoo from all that long gorgeous hair. It smelled like coconuts. Reminded him of the beach. He wanted to touch it.
"I can get it, Puckerman." Olivia replied, as the front door opened, bringing Blaine, looking upset. Olivia wished that she had better luck. "What's wrong, Blaine?" She asked, as she stood up reluctantly to get herself a beer. "Do you want a beer?" She asked. She had to admit, even though she was angry about the interruption, she had to admit that she was curious about what this could be. Olivia got out a couple of beers for herself and Blaine, handing him one as she went back to the couch to sit next to Puck before Blaine could. She knew that that was totally crazy. But she couldn't help it.
Blaine sank into the beat up 70s arm chair. He cracked open his beer. He took a deep swig of it, and picked up a mozzarella cheese stick. "I don't know if I should say." He said. When he'd called Liv's, and got no answer, he knew that she was at Puck's. Blaine didn't want to be alone that evening. So he'd gone over, using his key. This happened a lot, when work didn't get in the way. Sometimes Jenko was with them. Blaine brushed his free hand through his messy curls. They fell down to his eyes, he might need a trim. "It is…. I want to tell you but I'm so nervous and freaked out and I don't want to get upset."
They shared a look. Olivia was the one to speak. "Well, we've got burgers and fries so you can just hang." Olivia watched him, wondering if something had happened to him. If something had gone on with Sam and Blaine. Blaine seemed so off kilter. Olivia knew that he would tell her, just not with Puck in the room. Some things they just kept between each other. Olivia reached and got another cheese stick. "Hey, Puck, don't forget the food." She said, mostly teasing him. This was what she lived for, what really made her happy.
"Yeah, yeah, Livvy, keep your pants on." Puck said playfully shoving her on the shoulder. She gave him a mock exasperated look. He got lost in those blue eyes for a second too long. Puck had butterflies in his stomach. He felt like some kind of teenage dork. But he told himself that it was okay. He loved her, and there was no shame in that. Puck stood, to go check on the food. Even with Anderson, they had enough. Puck flipped over the burgers and put in more fries. "So, do you guys think that Evans'll be able to make it in Jump Street?" He asked, as innocently as he could.
That was hard to hear. Blaine wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He didn't want to talk about Sam. Blaine wondered how he could get out of this situation. How could he successfully change the subject. Blaine couldn't think of anything to say. That wasn't new for him. He was quiet a lot of the time. Puck was making that cooking thing look easy. Blaine wasn't bad at cooking though. He was learning, and he of course had a copy of The Joy of Cooking. Blaine didn't like to live on takeout. He wanted to be able to cook, it would help him when it came to getting a man. Although he'd scared Sam off.
When Blaine didn't answer, Olivia picked up the ball. "I think if he focuses he can. He's really nervous and that won't help matters." Olivia honestly thought that. He was too nervous and too skeptical. Too by the book. "I guess that we'll have to see. I mean, he's got to get used to the idea that Jump Street is different. That it's not so straightforward, like homicide or narcotics. He just needs that to sink in." Olivia casually cast her glance at Blaine when she said all of that, and it was upsetting him. Despite his not wanting to show it. Olivia made herself a resolve to talk to him the first chance that she got.
That was all things that Puck agreed with. He flipped the burgers. They were almost finished. Puck noticed that Blaine was being super quiet. That was pretty damn curious. Puck wondered if there was something going on there. Puck wasn't going to be surprised if there was. They had so been eye fucking in the chapel. Puck was very good at catching that sort of thing usually. Sometimes when Olivia was in the room, he tended not to notice. But she was just that gorgeous. "I am sure you're right, Livvy. He needs to relax."
Blaine was quiet. He did happen to agree with them. He just didn't know if he could talk about it casually. He met Olivia's eye, her scrutiny was making him nervous. He didn't know if he could get out of this, out of talking to her about it. He knew it was going to come up. He just hoped that she would wait until Puck wasn't in the room. Blaine just couldn't do it right now. He didn't think that he could make it through that conversation. Blaine took a sip of his beer, and tried to change the subject. "So, what's new, guys? How's your case at Jackson High going, Puckerman?" Blaine asked.
The next couple of weeks went by seemingly like lightening. Blaine and Sam didn't interact at all outside of work. Blaine was starting to doubt that them making out even happened. Blaine wished that he could take it back. Things with him and Sam were no incredibly awkward. Getting worse all the time. It shouldn't effect him this way. They barely knew each other. But for some reason, it was driving Blaine up a wall. He had come to the conclusion that he and Sam had to discuss this. It was probably a bit immature of him, but he was only 22 years old. Sometimes that was the way of 22 year olds. After the day was done, at about five, after school and catching up Jenko on the case, Blaine approached Sam's desk. He had to talk to him about this. They had to fix it. They had to get it all out on the table. "Evans." Blaine said, his gruff tone totally an act to hide his true feelings. Blaine had to not seem weak in front of the other boy. Sam looked up at him, waiting impatiently. "I need to talk to you." Blaine said, doing his best to keep it civil. They had been cold and distant since the other day. That was unacceptable. Blaine just hoped that Sam would take the offer to speak calmly.
"What is it, Anderson?" Sam asked, a bit firmly and exhaustedly. It had been a very long day for him. He was ready to go home. He had a beer and a pizza menu at home with his name on it. Sam also wanted to get out of these ridiculous clothes. He supposed that he was getting used to having to dress that way, and he'd gotten used to gelling up his hair. Even if he was sure that he preferred his hair without gel. He got lost in those hazel eyes once he finally looked up at him. Sam could hardly concentrate now that he was looking at him. Sam wondered if Blaine wanted to make out again. Sam had to admit, he wouldn't necessarily turn that down. Sam was still really wanting to sleep with him even if he thought it would be a bad idea. Sam was sure that it Blaine brought it up he would go with it this time. Sam only had so much willpower. He was a man, after all. Sam took a sip of his Coke. He was getting used to drinking it. Teenagers did not drink black coffee. Sam got to drink it at home though so at least he was still getting some. Sam put down the empty can and checked the time. He could finally go home, this hellish day was over.
Those green eyes were amazing. Blaine got lost in them for a second. They were gorgeous. Finally, he spoke. "I thought we should try and iron out the tension." He finally said. Blaine knew how stupid that sounded. He couldn't think when he looked into those gorgeous eyes. Blaine really liked Sam's undercover look. It made his hair look like it needed fingers in it. Blaine desperately wanted to be the one to do it. Blaine's curls fell over his forehead. He barely noticed because he was too focused on Sam. "I hate the way things are, it's going to make it awkward around here. We can fix it if we just talk about it."
The words did not come as a surprise. Sam stood, gathering his things. "If you want to talk, why don't you come to my apartment?" Sam was very surprised at those words coming out of his mouth. Sam hadn't expected to offer that. But he couldn't imagine taking them back now that he had said them. Sam didn't doubt that Blaine would agree to come over. He was counting on it, actually. Sam slid on his black leather jacket."I'm heading back home right now, to have pizza and beer. You could join me." Sam knew that he'd end up regretting those words, but too late now. Once something was out there you couldn't take it back. Sam watched as one of Blaine's curls fell over his forehead. Honestly, those curls were gorgeous.
You could knock him over with a feather. Blaine tried not to be too eager when he accepted. "Um, okay." Blaine said, stumbling over the words as a lock of Sam's blonde hair fell over his eyes. Blaine ran a hand through his messy curls. "Um, should I just follow you? Or do you want me to come over at a specified time?" Blaine really didn't know which he wanted it to be. Blaine thought that meeting in an hour would be better, he could freshen up. Blaine wasn't going to even expect that sex was going to happen because he knew that it wasn't.
Sam wrote down his address and handed it to him. "Come over in an hour." Sam told him, and surprised them both by leaning out and kissing him on the lips. "I will be ready for you." Where the hell was this coming from? Sam wasn't usually like this. Sam gave him a wink as he walked away. Sam wondered where this had come from, but he was going to go with it. Sam needed change in his life. Maybe this could be the start of those changes. Sam got out to his blue Dodge Charger, and started it up. He turned on the radio, and sang loudly with Bon Jovi. Another of his favorite bands.
Meanwhile, Olivia was pacing in her apartment. She was waiting for Puck to come over. Olivia was wondering what he could want. Olivia didn't know what he could possibly want. Maybe he was finally going to make a move. Olivia didn't know that she could stand it if it wasn't that. Olivia was cooking, making spaghetti and meatballs. There was Cobb salad, and cheesecake. Olivia had gotten that at the supermarket. Olivia didn't know why she was torturing herself. She shouldn't assume that he had feelings for her. Olivia didn't think that she was the kind of girl that guys fantasized about. Olivia was drop dead gorgeous, long layered jet black hair, blue eyes, deep mocha skin, and she was very slender. She stirred the sauce, she made hers from scratch. Olivia hummed, hoping that she had enough beer. Puck tended to drink it all up when he was over. She was listening to Heart loudly enough that she didn't hear the knock, and she jumped out of her skin when Puck used his key and came in. Olivia gave him a smile, it lit up her whole face. "Hey." She said, adding some oil to the noodles so they wouldn't stick. Olivia tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "You scared the fuck out of me, Puckerman." She told him. She added some oregano to the sauce. "Did you bring beer? You tend to drink all of mine." Olivia's tone was lightly scolding. It wasn't too horrible.
"Totally." Puck said, holding up a 12 pack. "I just wanted to make sure that I at least replaced what I drank." He said, putting it in the fridge. He got out two cold ones and poured them into glasses, setting one on the counter near her. "Smells good, Gilmore." He said. He loved Italian food. Especially when Olivia cooked it. He leaned against the counter. "You catch that drug dealer yet?" He asked. Puck took a sip from his beer, trying to come up with a good way to ask her out and her to not say no. He knew that she didn't know how hot she was. She just tended to think that men wanted more desirable women instead of them being intimidated by how hot she was. That's what made her incredibly sexy to him. He wondered if she would ever get how gorgeous she was. Although he supposed that what mattered most was her having the opinion that he was gorgeous. Puck knew that he was. He was caught up in looking at her as she worked on the food. Puck didn't know how to make it through this dinner without making himself a fool. When it was just him and Olivia, that tended to happen. Puck took another sip of his beer, and accidently brushed up against her.
When he brushed up against her, her skin was lit up on fire. She rolled her eyes as she thought about his question. "No, but almost. I'm supposed to make the buy tomorrow." Olivia said. She felt a lot of butterflies in her stomach at the thought that she and Puck were going to be alone together. Olivia took a sip of her beer as she put the spaghetti together. "You got points just for bringing the beer." Olivia said, watching Puck out of the corner of her eye. He was so gorgeous. It was the 80s, maybe she could make a move on him. It could only work or not. She finished mixing the spaghetti and then turned to Puck. She let out a breath and wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her lips to his deeply. She had to stand on her tiptoes. He was a good four inches taller than she was. Olivia felt him kiss back. She moved her arms up around his neck, and his arms slid around her waist. The kiss deepened, and he pulled her closer. Olivia was over the moon that this was working out. She could feel his length hardening against her leg. If it were anyone else, she would be freaking out. Olivia had some issues from her past. Sometimes they came out and reared their ugly head. She just hoped that that wouldn't happen now. It would be the most inopportune moment. Olivia's hands went up to scratch the nape of his neck.
Oh my God, she was kissing him. She had started it, too. Puck couldn't believe it. He didn't want the moment to end. He pressed ever closer, and her body responded. Puck wondered how far this was going to go, or if they were going to stop. He was getting hungry, and not just for sex. "Hey, Liv." He managed to say when he'd caught a breath. "If we're going to eat first, then let's eat first." Puck had never stopped when it had gotten to this point. He was proud of himself for doing so. He didn't want this to be in a hurry. He wanted it to be right, and for them to take their time.
Olivia knew that he was right about that. She knew that this had to go right. She wanted them to really enjoy it. She nodded, and let go reluctantly. Then she went to get place out of the cupboards. She set them on her kitchen table. Her apartment wasn't very large, but she didn't really need more than that. It was just her. And she had a guest room for family that visited. Olivia got out 2 more beers and set them on the table next to their half empty glasses. Olivia's long hair swung around the small of her back. All of it was layered. The longest of it hit the small of her back. She'd been growing it for years. Hadn't had a haircut in years.
He helped, taking the spaghetti and putting it in a serving bowl and set it on the table. Then he put the salad and dressing on. Puck was starved, lunch had been complicated. He hadn't gotten to eat very much of it. Puck pulled out Olivia's chair for her. It was just habit. He had been raised by a single mother, he was just programmed a certain way. She gave him a smile, and it lit up her whole face. He loved when she smiled. Puck wished that her smile could be bottled up and sold. It would cheer up so many people. He went to sit down, too. Puck was probably the least religious person ever, but he led them in a prayer before they ate.
Praying, that was new, but Olivia went with it. She put some blue cheese on her salad. It was her very favorite kind of dressing. Olivia took a bite of it before she took a bite of her spaghetti. She was dying to ask him when what it was going to mean if they had sex. Olivia was sure that she didn't want to know if it was just going to be sex. Olivia pushed her beer glass closer to her new bottle so she could pour it in. She knew that not many women actually drank beer. But she liked it. She shared a look with him over the food. They could really let go and feel safe with the other one. Neither of them were used to that. She didn't know that she could stand it if they messed it up.
Blaine pulled up into Sam's building's parking lot. Blaine was nervous about this. He didn't know what he was going to say. Mostly because he didn't know what Sam was going to say. It was hard to know. Sam was….. he was an enigma. Blaine didn't know how to do any of this. It had been a long time since he had had a boyfriend, and he wasn't sure he that he still remembered how it worked. Blaine got out of his car, curls falling over his forehead. Why had Sam asked him to come over? He somehow wasn't letting himself think that it was for sex. He was sure that it wasn't. He went up to the building, his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest. Blaine had never been this nervous before. He felt… this pull to be with Sam that he'd never felt before with anyone else. Blaine couldn't explain it. It made sense. Blaine went inside the building, climbing the stairs. Sam was waiting for him, Blaine was a little bit late. He'd gotten a call on his way out the door. He was hoping that Sam would understand. Blaine stood outside the door, working up the courage to knock on it. Finally he did, rapping his knuckles on the door. Blaine's heart was in his throat, and he was hoping that he was prepared for whatever was going to happen.
The fact that he was late did not surprise Sam in the least. Sam went to the door, and opened it wide. "You're late." Sam said. He didn't have an accusatory tone though. He stepped back to let Blaine inside. He closed the door behind him as Blaine stepped inside. He folded his arms, muscles rippling. He was wearing a pair of cotton shorts, and a tank top. The Indian summer heat was a huge problem. Sam waited for Blaine to start speaking. He figured that he'd let Blaine go first. Sam didn't know what Blaine would say, so he wasn't sure what he would say in response. Sam watched as Blaine paced a little. "Whenever you're ready." He prompted, hoping that it would help get him started.
Blaine paced nervously. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to sound pathetic. Blaine didn't know how to do that. He brushed curls off his forehead. Blaine then turned to look at Sam. "Okay, first of all, why did you ask me over? Was it just so we can talk in private? Or are you planning on something else happening? If that's the case, I want to talk about what that means. Just because I want to know ahead of time if it's just sex." Blaine had to admit, he did want it to be more than that, but he knew that Sam might not want it to be more than that. Blaine wanted to be with Sam. Really be with him. He knew that that was crazy because they barely knew each other.
That was a question that Sam had expected. What he didn't know was how to answer it. He wasn't sure what he wanted it to be. Sam wasn't sure if he wanted it to be just sex or a relationship. Or if he wanted to do anything at all. Okay. That wasn't true. He did want to sleep with Blaine. Sam wasn't sure if he believed that Blaine could have it be just sex. Sam was sure that Blaine was a relationship kind of guy. Usually, Sam was too. Not after his last relationship though. He wasn't sure that he could put himself through getting hurt again. "I don't know, Blaine. I thought talking would be easier here. I really don't know what I want. I wish that I could tell you. What I do know is that I really want to figure this out." It was true. He did. Sam stepped closer, sliding his arms around Blaine's waist. Blaine shivered and leaned into him. Sam kissed him, and his tongue slipped into Blaine's mouth. They both pressed closer, Blaine's hands moving up into Sam's hair, pulling out his ponytail. Sam let out a groan. That felt really good. He moved his hands around the small of Blaine's back. Sam wondered what was about to happen. Hopefully sex.
Blaine's cock was hardening. This was so hot. Blaine moaned against Sam's mouth, and they fell to the couch. Blaine was on top, they were kissing hungrily. Like they'd never kiss again. Blaine was hardening more and more. Sam's hands moved up into Blaine's hair, tugging at his curls. Blaine gasped, that felt so good. He nibbled on Sam's bottom lip, and they stopped long enough to take off Blaine's shirt, and tossed it to the floor. Sam's hands moved down to Blaine's back, moving over his smooth skin. Blaine's hand moved up Sam's stomach under his shirt, stroking his abs and the hair he found there. Sam gasped, arching up into Blaine's touch. They stopped again to take off Sam's shirt, too, and Blaine moved down, pressing kisses over Sam's chest. Sam moaned, one hand in Blaine's hair, tugging on the curls. Blaine moved to a nipple, sucking on it and teasing. Sam gasped. That felt so good. This was at least going to be great sex. Sam's fingers tightened in Blaine's curls. Blaine moved down his stomach, and slipped off Sam's shorts, sliding them and his underwear off. He grabbed one of the condoms he'd brought with him, and rolled it over Sam's cock. You had to be careful. He took Sam in his mouth, the condom was cherry flavored. He sucked hard, licking over the tip, and then down the shaft, licking a popped out vein.
He grew harder as Blaine's mouth moved over his cock. Sam arched his back, wondering how far Blaine would take this. If he was going to blow him till he came. Then he could barely think, Blaine's hands were on his hips, holding him still to keep his hips from arching. Blaine's head moved up and down over his cock. Right before he could come, Blaine took off his jeans and underwear, and lowered himself onto Sam's cock, working him inside him. Sam gasped, and Blaine moved on top of him, and Sam came explosively. His hand moved up Blaine's cock, stroking him. Their hands moved over his cock together, and Blaine moved to kiss him, and they both jerked Blaine off until he came all over Sam's stomach. Sam definitely thought that was amazing. He let his hand move up into Blaine's hair, tugging him down to kiss him. Their tongues danced together and Blaine started to grow hard again. Sam was still inside him, and he started to move his hips again. Sam gasped and moved with him, growing hard inside Blaine. They both gasped as they moved. Blaine braced himself on the couch, so he could move better on Sam.
They came at the same time. Blaine laid his head on Sam's chest. Blaine wanted to ask him what that was. And it had been the best sex of his life. He would be a complete girl if he asked, though. Blaine was just content to lie here with him. It felt so amazing to have Sam inside him. Where would this go?
Author's note: I really didn't need to start a new WIP fic. But I couldn't help it. Blam, I am obsessed with them. Hope you like, more asap!