A/N: Warning for pretty much anything people may not want to read about and let's leave it at that. Slightly AU, slightly OOC, meaning I have taken plenty of liberties with story lines, and characters personalities. And while I love "Klaine" and enjoy reading it, I don't write it very well, typically, so sorry to disappoint, but in my story, Blaine and Kurt are just good friends. Don't like it, then don't read it. Simple as that. Other major plot lines I have disregarded include, Puck and Lauren, sorry but I just don't buy their relationship, it doesn't mesh, so no Lauren will be found here. Anything else you think I fucked up, just assume it was intentional because the plot line didn't work for my ff, or merely because it's a plot line I just didn't like. Main characters in this will include, to some degree or another, Blaine, Puck, Kurt, Finn, Santana, Brittany and Will. Chapters will get longer as I get more into the story, hopefully. This is just kinda playing around to see where it goes and what happens. Also no promises as to the frequency of updates, I'm a single mother with a full time job who does freelance art and writing on the side, so I have very little spare time. That's all. Read on if you want to still!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except some Glee DVDs and MP3s, and there was only monetary loss from this most certainly not gain.
There was something off about Blaine Anderson, and Noah Puckerman was determined to figure out what it was. The guy was just too damn nice, too damn charming, and too damned perfect all the time, and that set Puck's teeth on edge. He hated Blaine the first time he'd met him, and he had made it his personal mission to figure out what that pretty boy was up to behind closed doors.
"C'mon, man. Kurt and Blaine are pretty good friends, right? And you live with Kurt, so I'm sure Blaine is over all the fuckin' time. So you're seriously telling me you've never noticed anything weird about him?"
"Yes, Puck, I've told you a thousand times. There's nothing wrong with Blaine. He's a nice guy, he's friendly and I've never so much as seen him lose his temper. Why exactly do you hate him so much? Best I can tell, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the guy. Maybe you should let it drop. I don't know why you care so much anyway," Finn raised his eyebrows at his friend, smirking slightly, trying to get a rise out of him.
"Shut the fuck up, Hudson. I just don't like him. Even his name is stupid," Puck muttered, his annoyance showing.
"Man," Finn laughed, slapping Puck on the back. "You can call Blaine a lot of things, but stupid certainly isn't one of them. I'm gonna be late for fourth period, let's just catch up after school," Finn was still grinning as he jogged off down the hall, leaving a seething Puck behind him.
Puck couldn't put his finger on what it was about the prep school kid that irked him, but something rubbed him the wrong way. No one was that nice, that polite, that godamned happy all the time unless they were hiding something. And Puck was going to figure out exactly what it was that Blaine was hiding.
Blaine left Dalton the second last period was over, throwing a goodbye wave over his shoulder to the other Warblers, before yanking open the door to his car and tossing his book bag haphazardly onto the passenger seat. He pulled his iPhone from the pocket of his uniform, scrolling down his messages and replying to Kurt's message asking if they were still on for coffee. Yup. Your car still in the shop? Need me to pick you up from McKinley?
He flipped down his visor, and glanced in the mirror, making sure not a single hair was out of place, flipping it back up when all was right and then impatiently tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the ping that would indicate a reply from Kurt. It came a few seconds later, and Blaine read the reply, then started his car and headed in the direction of McKinley.
Pulling into the parking lot, he got out of his car and walked into the building looking for his friend, hoping to find him fast so he didn't have to spend any more time than necessary at this school. He also hoped that Kurt was alone when he found him because the thought of the awkward small talk and discomfort that always ensued when he was forced to converse with Kurt's friends from McKinley left a bitter taste in his mouth. Ignoring the comments from the public school kids about his uniform he kept his eyes peeled for Kurt, visibly relaxing when he saw that Kurt was alone, aside from Mercedes whom he seemed to be saying goodbye to anyway.
Blaine was almost upon a now lone Kurt, when his path was blocked but one of his least favorite members of the New Directions.
"What's up, Blaine? How's life at that all boys school?" Puck blocked his path, a slight sneer on his face. There was certainly no love lost between these boys. Blaine wasn't entirely sure why Puck seemed to dislike him so much, but honestly he wasn't Puck's biggest fan either, so he left his autograph book in his pocket and gave Puck an insincere smile.
"Noah," he nodded curtly. "Dalton is just fine, thank you. How's life in public school?"
Puck glared at him, and then glanced back at where Kurt was making his way towards the pair. "I'm onto you, Anderson. There's something not right about you, and I will figure it out, and I will expose you for the fraud you are," Puck muttered in Blaine's ear, before pulling away as Kurt reached them.
"Blaine, always good to see you man. Have a great day," Puck grinned brightly at Kurt, nodding goodbye and slapping Blaine on the back much more forcibly than necessary, before striding off down the hallway.
"Ready?" Blaine asked Kurt, already turning around to leave without waiting for an answer.
They had almost made it to Blaine's car when Kurt's Glee coach, Will Schuester, stopped them.
"Kurt, Blaine," He gave the boys a friendly grin. "Where are you guys off to?"
"Coffee," Blaine responded, wanting to get the hell out of there even more now. Adults were not his thing. He hated them, to be honest, Especially the ones like Will Schuester, who pretended to care about the teenagers they knew, and gave the speeches about how 'they were always there for you, and they believe in you and blah, blah, blah.' Inwardly, Blaine rolled his eyes. Outwardly though, he shook Will's outstretched hand and gave him his infamous charming grin. "How was your day, sir?" He asked politely.
"It was good. Have fun you two. Kurt, I'll see you for Glee practice tomorrow, Blaine, have a nice night."
Will watched Blaine and Kurt get in his car and leave, before shaking his head with a small smile. He'd met Blaine on numerous occasions now, not to mention seen him perform live, but he still felt like the kid was a mystery. Almost more of robot than an actual teenager in high school. He was always super polite, always had a ready smile and Will wasn't sure he'd ever once seen him outside of that Dalton Academy uniform. He got the feeling there was a lot more going on behind that mask of perfection and charm then the boy let on.
He had no proof for his suspicions, but there always seemed to be this look lurking deep within the boy's eyes that things were nowhere near as wonderful as he led everyone to believe. He hoped he was wrong and that wasn't the case, for the boy's sake as well as for Kurt's sake, since it was nice to see Kurt finally having a good, healthy male friendship, but he just couldn't quite push down the feeling in his gut that something in that boy's life was horribly wrong.
Will made a silent vow to keep his eyes open for anything out of the norm, and then shrugged off his thoughts as he left to go home for the day.