Blaine groaned in apprehension as he surveyed the huge stack of paperwork which had engulfed his desk. He took a quick glance at the watch strapped to his wrist. Only 6 PM, still early…it was going to be a long night. He pulled a piece of paper from the top of the pile, checking the case notes and making sure that everything had been recorded properly. He was so engrossed in his work that he almost didn't hear the knock on the door of his office. Not that it mattered, the man just walked in regardless.

"Yo. I got a pizza here for a 'Tom Walter'"

"Walters' office is down the hall, to the right, room 17A" Blaine replied simply, looking up at the man out of politeness. He went back to his paperwork, but quickly did a double take, and found himself staring at the delivery man. He knew that face. Those dark hazel eyes. The jet black Mohawk…. "Noah…?"

The man in question was currently leaning out of the door of Blaine's office, checking down the corridor to see if he could find the room he needed. His head quickly snapped back to the room at the sound of his name, no-one had called him that in years. "Blaine? Shit...Hi"

"I-" But Blaine was swiftly cut of as another man entered the room. A small dumpy man with short blonde hair and a glaringly obvious comb-over.

"Ah! This must be for me." He stated, as he snatched the pizza box from Pucks hands, giving him a handful of notes in exchange. He immediately opened the box, digging in the pizza greedily. " Mmph- Anderson! I need those reports of the Todd case ASAP. You got that?"

Blaine gave one of his perfectly sweet fake-smiles "Yes Sir." He replied respectfully. But as soon as the other man was out of the room, Puck could have sworn he heard Blaine utter the word 'bastard' under his breath. "Look, Noah. I'm really busy right now. But could we meet up later? I'm free at eight. I'll meet you at the club across the street?"

"…sure." Puck agreed with a simple shrug of his shoulders as he left the police station.

Puck wasn't quite sure why he'd agreed to meet Blaine…it was clearly a pretty terrible idea. He and Blaine hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms. Well, really they hadn't parted at all. Puck had just run away as usual, like the prick he was.

He'd ended up in the club almost an hour early. He slumped down at the bar miserably, trying to just out just what happened between him and Blaine.

Their relationship wasn't exactly conventional. They'd only started talking because Blaine was the only one to pick up when Puck drunk-called him. Somehow, their relationship had developed from there and Blaine became the sole person he could confide in. He had told Blaine about his abusive mother, about Beth and about how his 'pool cleaning' business was just a cover for him whoring himself out every night. In return, Blaine had told Puck about his negligent father, his bullying issues and how he'd always blamed himself for the death of his little sister when he was a kid. Blaine had saved Pucks ass more times than he could count. He'd taken in his little sister, giving Sarah a safe place to live. He'd saved Puck when he'd tried to drown himself in the river in a drunken stupor. And, after a great deal of argument, Blaine gave Puck a job working at his home, saving him from his 'pool-cleaning' business once and for all. The pair had admitted that they loved each other, and they'd made out a hell of a lot of times, but they'd never gotten passed that point. Blaine was inexperienced at that kind of thing, and Puck…well Puck was too experienced. So they took things slow, which too Pucks surprise hadn't bothered him in the slightest. Besides, their relationship was confusing enough already.

Blaine had to leave for college a year earlier than Puck, leaving Puck behind in Lima. They'd stayed in touch of course. They talked on the phone almost every night, and when they couldn't talk, they would always text or email. But eventually, Puck started drawing back. He avoided Blaine's phone calls; he didn't reply to his texts…eventually they just lost all contact.

Puck downed his drink. Kicking himself mentally, he shouldn't have said yes. Meeting Blaine now would just be a stupid idea. He should just leave now. Get out before Blaine arrived. Leave and get over him… but he just couldn't bring himself to leave. His entire body seemed to refuse to move, he buried his head in his hands, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Mooning over some guy he hadn't talked to in over 10 years. He was so engulfed by his own despair that he didn't notice Blaine slide into the seat next to him, ordering himself a drink before addressing Puck.

"Need another drink?"

Puck shot up, almost falling of the flimsy bar-stool. "What? No- I'm fine I guess..." He trailed off awkwardly, wondering why the hell was he so flustered? It was just Blaine for God's sake.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, appraising him casually as he sipped from his drink. "Alright, your loss."

The pair sat in an uncomfortable silence, looking away from each other, refusing to look the other in the eye. Eventually, Blaine broke the silence; he set down his drink as he noticed a rather shady looking customer enter the bar. He leaned over to Puck, keeping his voice low. "I need to get out of here. That guy over there, a notorious drug-dealer. He's bound to recognise me and I'm supposed to stay out of cases right now… Want to come over to my apartment? We should probably talk…."

Puck took a quick glance at the man in question, and shrugged as he slid off the stool. "Sure I guess. See the latest mansion. What is it this time? A penthouse suite?" Puck wasn't sure why he was acting so bitter, maybe he just didn't want to be reminded about how rich Blaine's family was, while he was stuck living in poverty.

Blaine didn't answer, he just laughed silently as he pulled on his coat and scarf. Puck sure was in for a surprise…

They walked out of the bar side by side, and Puck followed Blaine silently down the twists and turns of the dark street. Blaine looked up at the cloudy sky, just as it started to rain. He glanced over at Puck, who was wearing nothing more than a thin black vest. He rolled his eyes as he pulled of his coat and passed it to Puck.

"Put this on."

"But-"

"No arguments. I have a jacket under this, and you have nothing. So put that on."

Blaine's voice was firm and demanding, and Puck wasn't really in the mood to argue, so he muttered a quick 'thanks' as he shrugged on the thick coat. He looked around, a confused expression on his face. He knew this street; it was a pretty bad neighbourhood. Why had Blaine brought him here? He followed the older man into a dreary apartment building and into a small creaking lift. Puck was too shell-shocked to ask, so he simply followed Blaine into a small, relatively crampt apartment. Blaine offered a small smile as he invited Puck in. "Home sweet home."

"Dude….?"

Blaine turned to face Puck, throwing him a towel to dry himself off with. "Not exactly the penthouse suite you were expecting, huh?"

Puck looked around with a faint look of disbelief on his face. The room was pretty sparsely furnished, a couch and an armchair which looked as though they had seen better days. The walls were lined with old, battered books, with a small computer hidden in the corner. "What the hell man? Your family's freaking rich. Why the hell are you living in this shit-hole?"

"I see you're as polite as ever." Blaine shrugged idly as he collapsed on the armchair, indicating for Puck to take a seat on the tattered couch. "My family may be rich, but it doesn't mean that I rely on them for money. Quite the opposite actually"

Puck notices that something's wrong, Blaine used to be quite close to his family…. "What happened?"

Blaine looked at puck for a moment. He considers not answering, but then again, he's never withheld information from Puck before. "Nothing important really…It's just, remember how I always had to act straight when my grandparents were around, because they'd disown me if they found out? Well, one day, during my second year at college, I just got sick of hiding. So I came out… I was disowned immediately of course. I lost my inheritance, and I haven't been in contact with any of my family since then." A nostalgic look crosses his face, as he drags his hand through his hair absent-mindedly. Realising he was still soaked from the rain; he pulled himself up from the seat. "I need a shower…I'll be right back, just make yourself at home."

Puck simply nods numbly, still trying to process the information. He can still remember Blaine as an awkward teen, pacing in his room, freaking out after receiving the news that his family were coming to stay. Puck smiled to himself absentmindedly as he realised that that was the first time he'd told Blaine that he loved him.