Cadenza

By: RavenHeart101

Summary: Summer camp is something that Puck always dreaded. When he accidentally signs up for a football and music camp he's stuck sharing a room with the one person everyone else seems to hate. The gay kid from Marion Middle School.

Disclaimer: I am gladly NOT Ryan Murphy.

Warnings: Slash (male/male), swears, homophobia, mature themes, gay bashing/bullying, parental issues, the reasons why most stories are rated M...

A: N – So... Yeah. Bluck has taken a hold on me and now I'm highly addicted to the pairing. To anyone who read Librarians and Pools this story isn't anything like that.

A Cadenza is a passage originally improvised by a performer in which virtuoso ability might be shown.

Noah Puckerman was the bad ass of Lima Middle School in Lima, Ohio. He threw idiots into dumpsters and beat up the assholes that pranced through the halls. He had hair that was styled to look bad ass, the bangs short and spiked up at the top. He played football and had dated half the school's female population by the end of his eighth grade year. He had yet to drink any alcohol though but he was sure he was going to get some at the summer camp he signed up for. The older students were always smuggling some in and throwing bonfires on Friday nights.

He hiked his backpack higher onto his shoulder and kissed his little sister and mother goodbye, turning around to face the camp he would be spending the rest of the summer in.

Noah hated summer camp.

But this one was better, or at least it was supposed to be better. This one was a football camp but, you see, Noah had accidentally signed up for the wrong kind of football camp. Instead of the one immediately outside of Lima he had signed up for the one all the way out in Marion. Where he knew no one. And where he was sure to be the poorest kid around. And, to make it worse, it was a music and football camp. Combined.

Now don't get Noah wrong, he loved music as much as the next guy but singing and dancing? That was for prisses. And Noah was no priss. He was no girl and he was no gay boy. He was a bad ass. And bad asses didn't sing. They played football and kicked other guy's asses simply so that they could say that they had.

Noah, however, wasn't so sure that he would be a bad ass here, though. He would try (like hell would he try) but he probably wouldn't get very far. Because these guys were rich and spoiled and all around horrible people. And Noah wasn't a horrible person. He was a bad ass.

"Watch it, new kid!" One of the older boys bumped his shoulder and Noah considered reaching out to deck him across the face but hesitated for a moment too long. Making enemies on his first day would do Noah no good. Plus, this guy was big and bulky and looked like he could slam Noah to the ground with a single look, so Noah wasn't about to go playing with fate. He wasn't good enough to beat a guy like that yet. But when he was...

"Puckerman, Noah!" His name was shouted from across the large, open field. About ten cabins surrounded the adjacent area, circling both the field and the 'classrooms'. Expensive and homey cabins were kids from ages 12-18 would be spending the rest of their summer cooped inside and trying not to die of either heat or humiliation. Or both. The football field was all Noah saw though. It was better than the one they had out in Lima, more put together and fancy. It screamed money much in the way that Noah did not. "Puckerman!" He snapped out of his reverie and quickly located the monstrous man looking in his direction.

"Here." He wondered whether he should add in a 'sir' or not but decided that wasn't exactly the thing a bad ass would do so he kept that inside.

The monstrous man kept his gaze steady with Noah's, staring him down for what seemed like an uncomfortable eternity before turning back his clipboard and nodding him in the direction of a slighter looking teenager with dark brown hair that was cut down to his chin. He had the build of a quarterback and Noah guessed he was his camp counselor in this hell hole of summer camp. He trudged over to the teen, keeping his gaze cold and unemotional. "Hey, Greyson!" The teen turned to look at the monstrous man, a question in his hazel eyes. Noah couldn't decide if they were warm or not. He decided he really didn't care and continued cursing his stupidity in his mind. Why hadn't he payed attention when signing up for the place in school? Now not only did he look like a pussy to all his friends but he looked like a fucking gay football loser. If he had payed attention he could have been at that place directly outside of Lima with Finn and the two of them could totally have rocked that place down. "This is your new kid. Noah Puckerman."

But then the teen, Greyson, was turning back to look at him, an expression on his face that looked as though it were a cross between a frown and a smile. Noah felt his eyes run over his body and unconsciously shifted his feet a bit. It was unnerving, but he could tell he was being judged not only from this Greyson character by every single asshole he had been talking to before. Like the jerk that had bumped him before. The want to deck him came back full force. "Noah Puckerman?" Greyson spoke slowly, as though he was trying to decipher if he had ever heard the name before. "Hell no. That's too faggy." Noah had no idea what was wrong with his name and his face flushed in insult. He gripped his backpack tighter in his fists, trying to keep himself from getting into a fist fight on his first day. "You need something more... bad ass. What do you think, Slick?"

Slick was apparently the jerk who had bumped him. His arms were crossed as he stared down at Noah, circling him slowly and predatory. Screw this, if the asshole didn't stop Noah was going to loose it and deck him. He smirked, coming to a stop in front of Noah and staring down at him. What Noah saw was the same bad ass cold, unemotional look he had been trying to master for the passed three years. A small amount of hero worship spawned in his stomach but Noah shook that off. Because Slick was a jerk who had purposely bumped him. "I think he is a fag so Noah seems nice enough."

The other guys laughed and, if Noah wasn't mistaken, he thought he saw Greyson stiffen a bit at the terminology. But Noah didn't get that because wasn't Greyson the one that used the word first? "I'm no fag!" And then Noah remembered what he had been called and he dropped his bag in a heap on the mud laden ground and swung out a nice left hook to smash into Slick's jaw. Slick's head flapped backwards, his hand coming up to rest on his chin and his eyes wide in shock.

It was silent. Deathly silent as Noah held his breath and shifted into a defensive stance. Those Martial Art's classes his mother had been insisting that he took two years ago payed off. But then Slick let out a small laugh and Greyson let his arms fall out of their crossed position to knock Noah playfully in the shoulder. "I like this kid." His eyes twinkled. "Where'd you learn that left hook, Puck?"

Puck. Puck. Puck... Noah liked it. It sounded bad ass. "Some classes my mom made me take after my old man left." He said casually with a shrug. But it hurt on the inside because that was when his mother made him sign up for classes. When his father left. And sure it had happened back when he was in third grade and he was in eighth now but Noah still remembered waking up one day to find his father gone and his mother beat to a pulp in a pool of liquor.

"Cool." Greyson smiled down and him and Noah felt like he was getting that approval that he had wanted from his father from this guy. And it felt great. He smiled back, leaning down to pick up his bag. "Well looks like you're the last guy in my group so... let's go." He walked beside Greyson as he got the grand tour of the place.

After being shown the large mess hall and kitchen Noah figured it may not be so bad there. And then they went to the cabins, Greyson stopping outside one on the far right and reading off the two people that would bunk there. Rash and Brute, two kids that were obviously line backers and who were about a year older than Noah. One more cabin down and two more kids were being dropped off: Flake and Stone. And then two more at the next cabin: Slick and Tyrone (who was, apparently, the only one besides Greyson that had a name bad ass enough to not need a new one). And then it was just Noah and Greyson.

Noah hoped he would be rooming with him, because Greyson was a pretty cool dude and Noah felt some sort of kinship with him already. "Ugh, bad luck Puck." Greyson spoke with great regret in his voice, staring at the one cabin on the far left of the field, the one right up against the woods, that everyone seemed to be avoiding. "Looks that you're stuck with my brother."

But that couldn't be too bad, yeah? Greyson was awesome, so his brother had to be awesome too. "Oh. Are you staying here to?"

Greyson let out a short, clipped laugh and smacked Noah hard on the back. "No. Like hell would I be stuck rooming with him. Plus it's against the rules for family to room together." He rolled his eyes. "Otherwise I'd probably be the lucky bastard stuck with him."

Stuck with him? Noah wasn't liking the sound of this guy. "So... is he a crappy player or something?" He furrowed his eyebrows in question, wondering simply what it was that caused this boy to be disliked.

"You could say that." Greyson laughed once more, scratching at his head. "He's a fa- He's gay." Noah's heart froze in his chest because he knew what that meant. He knew that it meant being constantly stared at and the guy eventually falling head of heels for you. He was going to be stuck rooming with someone exactly like Kurt Hummel who said things that Noah couldn't understand in the slightest. He would wear girl's clothes and shit and spread his disease like hell. And Noah didn't want to be a fag. "If he puts the moves on you just find me, alright? I'll fix things." He forced Noah to look at him. "And I do mean me. Not any of the other guys, and definitely not Slick, okay?"

"Okay." Noah spoke through his panicked haze before Greyson knocked lightly on the door. Noah mentally prepared himself for a high voice and someone who dressed like Kurt Hummel as the door swung open.

"What do you want Grey?" But it wasn't what he expected. What stood in front of him wasn't an exact replica of Kurt Hummel but a simple, normal, looking boy. Short, sure, but normal. Curly black hair that was sort enough to only reach the tip of his ears, a Harry Potter v-neck, jean shorts and converse. Hazel eyes that looked haunted with things that Noah both wanted to know and didn't. A notebook clasped tightly in his hand and a pen behind his ear. Thick, black rimmed glasses over his eyes. Noah was speechless.

"This is Noah Puckerman, your new roommate." Greyson's stance was relaxed and Noah looked at the two of them, picking out the things that indicated that they were related. Same bushy, triangular eyebrows. Same jawline, same cheekbones, same eye shape. But that was it. Other than that the two looked nothing a like. "Noah, this is my brother Blaine." Noah looked down at the hand offered to him in even more shock than he had before. Did the guy really expect him to shake it? Like hell! He wasn't some kind of idiot that went around shaking hands with gay guys, no matter how normal they looked.

And then Blaine sighed and dropped his hand and turned his back on the two of them, almost as though he was insulted to even be in their presence. Greyson rolled his eyes at him and closed the door, marching Noah a bit farther from the cabin and sitting down on the steps of what Noah assumed were to the cabin he was staying in. Good. It was the one closest to his. Worst come to worst he could always crash there. "Dude he..."

Greyson shook his head at Noah, his hand reaching up to run through his shaggy hair. "Blaine is from he music unit."

If Noah remembered correctly from the tour the music unit was on the opposite side of the camp. That was an awfully long way to place someone for their living arrangements. "Isn't that a little... far?"

"No one there wanted to room with him. And no one here did either."

"Well neither do I!" Noah glared at the teenager next to him, his arms crossed over his chest tightly and his fists clenched tightly. His stomach bubbled with the feeling it did whenever he lied but Noah didn't understand why he would be lying. He didn't want to room with gay Blaine. He didn't want to room with any gay.

"Well too fucking bad." Greyson snapped, his eyes suddenly cold as they snapped onto Noah. "He may be a fag but he's my little brother. And you are going to suck it up like the bad ass you are and spend the summer in the same dorm as him." Noah hadn't expected that kind of reaction.

His face flushed and he glared at Greyson. Screw everything he had said before. Noah hated it here. "What the hell? Why do I have to? He's your fucking brother! You room with him!"

"It's against the policy, damn it!" Greyson kicked at the ground but his face still kept the same angry look that it had before. "Now I don't like this shit anymore than you do, Puckerman but if you lay a hand on my brother I will personally rip your balls off."

And Noah figured he was being pretty honest because he had that look on his face that Noah had seen on his fathers countless times before. "But what if I catch it?"

Greyson stopped, his face gathering a confused look. "Catch what?"

"The gay!"

Greyson's face morphed into one of understanding, and then the anger was back. "Being gay isn't something you can catch asswipe." He snapped. Noah started, because what the hell? It totally was. That's why no one fucking touched Kurt Hummel, yeah? So that they didn't catch the gay! "It's like schizophrenia. You just have it."

And that took Noah into thinking because... that would mean it was just a disorder. Like Becky Jackson had. And weren't you supposed to be really nice to people with disorders? He fell back onto the staircase, feeling both equally dumb and like an asshole. "Oh."

"Yeah," Greyson rolled his eyes, standing up and brushing off his pants. "So be nice to him, got that Puck? Or I will hunt you down."

"Right. Cool." He stood with Greyson in front of the cabin door as soft music (a guitar) floated through the wood and to their ears. He sent Greyson a wondering look, but Greyson simply shrugged.

"You live here too now. You don't need to knock." And then he turned and stomped away, entering his own cabin and leaving Noah out in front of his new 'home' by himself. He glanced around, noticing how people like Slick had left their cabins and were actually look at him with sympathy. It made him feel better for a moment before it pissed him off. These fucking rich assholes didn't follow the rules. They weren't being nice to the guy with a disorder, they were shunning him!

So he pushed his way into the cabin and closed the door behind him, staring at the boy with the guitar in his lap who was looking at him through wide, hazel colored eyes. The dark rimmed glasses he had been wearing before were resting on the bed the boy sat against comfortably. "Hey." Noah rubbed the back of his neck, dropping his bag on the open bed across from the other boy's and pushed into the opposite corner. Blaine sat on the bed closest to the door, Noah taking the one closest to the window.

"Hi." Blaine answered shortly, confusion and a question in his eyes before he visibly shook it off, mouthing something to himself before looking back down at the instrument in his hands and playing a chord softly.

Okay... officially awkward.

A: N - So... want me to continue? If I do I'm going to start by saying not to expect fast updates. I'm making this another challenge story of mine but the challenge is to update weekly. I have school coming up soon and I honestly don't expect myself to have the time to update everyday like I did for Librarians and Pools. But, either way, it's up to everyone who reads this and reviews this if they want me to continue. If not I can leave this here and that be that. But... up to the readers! INFORM ME!

Thank you that is all. :)