Librarians and Pools

By: RavenHeart101

Summary: Puck never should have taken that summer job out in Westerville. Making out with your best friend's stepbrother's ex-boyfriend was never a good thing. But damn did he always have a thing for librarians...

A: N –The six people that reviewed asked for me to continue. So I think I will! Thank you so much MagentaMaxy, Aledda, loves this, Ae-Cha, OMG MORE, and CarterIsMine. Your kinda words are very much appreciated. Don't expect updates to constantly be this fast.

Warnings: Slash. Slight bashing of certain characters. Probably OOC. Almost sex scene, if I can ever bring myself to write one there will be one. Swearing. Plenty of other things I'm sure.

There was something about libraries. They were calming. They were quiet. They were solitude. Books and music were Blaine's two escapes from the real world and, if he were to be honest, he needed an escape nowadays.

Another book slid into it's designated spot in the biography section and Blaine winced when he realized that it was another Lady Gaga biography. Go figure. Even when he was working he couldn't escape Kurt. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the frustration and heart break flow over him before he shook it off, his hand skimming over the book's binding one last time before he pushed his way out of the biography section. It was two in the afternoon, meaning that it was time for the summer reading circle in the children's section. Melanie had left the job early, leaving Blaine to be the designated reader for this afternoon.

As he turned the corner he noted that there was already a rather large line of children. And there was already a rather large pile of books he was supposed to read. They ranged from The Magic Tree House to The Children of The Lamp books. He was pretty sure there was a Harry Potter and Percy Jackson book thrown in there somewhere. And countless Disney books. Blaine sighed, squaring his shoulders and planting a smile onto his face. His dapper, charming smile that he always wore around strangers.

His fingers grazed over his phone and he felt an indescribable urge to check to see if Kurt had texted him or called him. But Blaine stopped himself. So what if he did? They were over and it was about time he accepted it. No matter how much it hurt him to do so. "Hi guys!" He welcomed the children cheerily, sitting himself down on the stool that was left open for him.

"Hi!" A chorus of young voices answered him, some of the parents even bothering to answer with their children. He beamed at them, reaching out to pick up one of the books from the pile. How the library expected him to read through all of them in a matter of two hours was beyond him.

"I'm Blaine." He waved at all of them, taking special care to smile at the children that looked like the outcasts of the group. He noted which ones actually looked like they wanted to be there, and he noticed which parents stayed with their kids. "Are you guys having a good summer?"

"Yeah!" Another cheerful chorus answered him. If Blaine wasn't feeling like he wanted to go crawl into his pool and drown himself he probably would have noticed how his hand was shaking and his knee was bouncing up and down as though he was nervous. Which he wasn't. Because kids were the only type of person that he could even remotely understand.

So he settled down and opened up the first Magic Tree House book and began to read. He remembered picking the books up from the bookstore when he was younger and his nanny teaching him how to read with them. Blaine had loved them. And most of the children he was reading to seemed to be enjoying them just as much as he had.

"What are they doing Noah?" A little girl asked from somewhere behind him. If Blaine had felt inclined to do so he would have turned around to see just who was talking and who "they" were.

He heard a snort. "What does it look like? They're reading." He nearly dropped the book, but his voice didn't miss a beat as he turned the page, carrying on with the story as though he didn't recognize the voice behind him.

Noah Puckerman.

What the hell.

Ever since that incident in the pool (because it was an incident, Blaine refused to believe that it was anything more) Blaine hadn't seen Noah Puckerman. It wasn't much of an issue, because Blaine was pretty sure that he would feel some need to hide the moment he did. The other teen was gorgeous. And he knew it. And he made sure that everyone else knew it. "But why?" Yes, why. Why the hell was Noah Puckerman (and why Blaine kept referring to him by his full name was beyond him) in the middle of a Westerville library? He was pretty sure there was one in Lima. So why drive all the way out to Westerville to go to the library?

He refused to believe it had anything to do with him.

"Why the hell not? Just get your book, Sarah." But Puck didn't seem happy to be there. So maybe he had been dragged there? And maybe he didn't recognize Blaine. Maybe Blaine was in the clear here. Maybe God finally appreciated him enough to not torture him more than he already had.

But eyes were on his back and Blaine felt a blush start to spread across his cheeks because damn it all to hell Puck did recognize him. He did know exactly who was reading to the children and he knew exactly what he was doing to Blaine. Even though Blaine really wished he didn't, he did. He may know how to act but the script for this part wasn't written yet. He shifted on the stool, finishing off the book with flourish of pages and in a short matter of twenty minutes, calling a break and trying to disappear into the crowd of children before Puck could reach him. Although Puck trying to reach him was immensely out of the question. There was nothing about Blaine that remotely interested Puck, no matter what the other boy had said in the pool weeks ago.

But, all the same, a hand clamped down on his arm and he felt his feet stop even though he wanted them to keep walking. His breathing quickened and his heart raced. But this was insane. He shouldn't be feeling this way because of a simple touch. It wasn't even this bad with Kurt. Kurt. Right. He wasn't over Kurt yet. That pain was still throbbing in his heart. But so was his pulse so, to be honest, Blaine wasn't sure what he felt at this point.

"Hey Anderson." And holy shit so it wasn't Puck. Blaine should have known that, and he should have noticed the other boy in the audience but he had been a bit distracted.

He swallowed and turned towards the person holding onto him. He would rather it be Puck. Garth Bentley. Tall, huge, muscular, Garth Bentley. Religious freak Garth Bentley from Westerville High. Just got out of jail Garth Bentley. "Garth." He kept his voice polite, even though he wasn't really looking at the person in front of him, as he should have. Garth hated being ignored.

"How's it going, Blaine?" Garth liked to fake kindness too. Blaine's eyes finally flickered to his face and what he saw didn't do anything to quell the fear that was traveling up his spine. He couldn't find it in him to answer. "I heard you go to that prissy school Dalton now." Garth looked him up and down and Blaine really wished he would just let go of his arm already because he was about ready to bolt out of the library and never return.

"I heard you were in jail." Dating Kurt wasn't such a good thing, Blaine decided right then. The other boy had gotten him to begin to stand up for himself. And, at that moment in time, it was idiotic to stand up for himself.

Garth's eyes flashed before he started laughing. "You know what, Blaine? You've got spunk." He was suddenly too close, pressing Blaine up against the children's check out desk and leaning over him with his hand holding onto Blaine's arm tight enough to bruise. "Where was it before?"

His mask of indifference (if it was even there) slipped off and fear finally shone on his face. His eyes flicked away from Garth's looming form and searched out someone, anyone, who could help. Go figure that they fell onto Puck. Who was staring straight at him. And Garth. And looking murderous.

Blaine tried to twist his arm out of Garth's grasp. "Let me go." His voice didn't break, didn't stutter, but stayed stoney and unemotional. Garth laughed again, tightening his grip so that Blaine couldn't help but wince. "Let me go, Garth." But Garth only stared at him and leaned closer. "Garth!"

"Dude what the fuck?" And then Garth was gone and Blaine's arm was released and Puck was standing guard over him like fucking Pegasus and Blaine really needed to stop reading Mythology because this was starting to get insane.

Garth sneered at him, taking a step towards them. "Blaine and I were just having a conversation."

"What kind of conversation was that?" Puck snapped back, continuing to stand in Garth's way. "He told you to let him go. You listen."

Garth studied them for a moment. "Who the hell are you?" He looked at Blaine and smirked. "Are you fucking him, Blaine? Are you giving him a piece of your sinful shit?" Garth's choice of words did nothing but make Blaine flash back to the pool. To a hot mouth on top of his own. To hands gripping him so tight that he'd bruise. To moans and pants and the fucking best make out session he had ever had in life and... he was in a library and being threatened and Blaine really needed to learn how to control himself. He found himself blushing again as Puck smirked openly at him.

"Yeah. You jealous?" Puck smirked at him and slid his hand over the small of Blaine's back, steering him away from the open mouthed religious freak. He felt some indescribable urge to turn back and yell out a childish "in your face!" but Blaine restrained himself. Mainly because Puck's hand was still on the small of his back, slowly getting traitorously close to the waistline of his jeans. "You okay babe?"

Blaine stilled, stopping to stare at the person next to him (who was dressed very plainly in a red t-shirt and old, faded blue jeans). He should probably be groveling at the guy's feet by now (or at least Puck would think so) but all Blaine wanted to do was either jump him or run away. Running away would probably be safer. Because Blaine wasn't about to get in a relationship, or whatever it was they would have, with a straight guy. No matter how "studly" that guy was. "Thanks Noah." He muttered softly, moving away from the hand on his back. Or trying to since Puck had slipped his fingers through his back belt loop with a skill that Blaine didn't want to take a moment to consider. "But I could have handled it."

Puck snorted at him, leaning forward so that he was in front of Blaine, pushing him against the bookshelf behind him. "I'm a stud, babe."

Blaine raised an eyebrow, what exactly Puck's stud status had to do with anything was beyond him. "Okay? What does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to do with everything." Puck tightened his arm around Blaine's waist, pulling him even closer. It took all the precious self restraint Blaine had not to do something he was going to regret later. His hands gripped the shelf behind him as Puck leaned even closer. "He won't touch a stud."

"That makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense."

"I'm surprised you even know the word perfect." It slipped. It really did. But Puck didn't do much more than laugh at him. Which he guessed was good because if it wasn't Blaine was pretty sure he would be dead in some ditch at the moment. And then Wes and David and the rest of the Warblers would have to call out some sort of screwed up search party and Puck would pick them all off one by one. Starting with David because he would have to be a stereotypical horror movie and kill the black guy first, and then Wes because he was oriental and then Nick and Jeff would live because he was the pretty blonde that would return for the sequel. And wow did he really have an over active imagination...

"Seriously, babe. That jerk wouldn't touch you with me around." Puck smirked at him and Blaine guessed he was supposed to feel all reassured at the moment but Blaine was pretty sure the only thing he felt was a creeping feeling that this was going to end up being just like the pool. And as much as Blaine enjoyed when happened in the pool, he was cautionary to let it happen again. But he didn't move to stop him as Puck leaned close and planted a kiss on him. Right there. In the middle of the library. Where anyone could see. Blaine was suddenly very happy they were in the Mathematics section that was currently under renovation. How they got there was beyond him.

Puck's fingers pushed him even more into the towering bookshelf as his tongue entered his mouth. It explored, dancing with his own while his other hand worked on sliding up Blaine's leg, bending it at the knee. His mouth removed itself from Blaine's, Puck leaning down to kiss down his neck, stopping to suck and bite at certain moments. "Oh God..." Blaine's hands flexed against the wood, his eyes fluttering shut despite himself and his head leaning backwards. And holy shit he needed to restrain himself because if he didn't he was going to do something that he was really going to regret later.

A lot of self control. It took immense self control to do what he was about to do. He swallowed and stomped down on Puck's foot. Hard. "What the fuck dude!" Puck hoped back, his hands letting go of Blaine almost immediately and shooting down towards his throbbing foot.

"I can't do this." Blaine panted, shaking his head frantically, his hands flying about around him. "I-I just... I can't do this."

Puck looked at him in disbelief. "Why the hell not?"

"You're straight Puck." Blaine pushed away from the shelf, not bothering to notice how his hands where shaking in the fists he had clenched them in.

Puck groaned, walking forward so that his hands rested on Blaine's waist. "Babe we already talked about this. I'm a stud. You're hot. We should totally be doing it-"

"Oh fuck you Puckerman. I'm not being your dirty little secret." Blaine glared at him, forcefully removing his hands from his waist and getting ready to storm away.

"Wait." Puck sounded shocked almost. "You want to... be with me?"

"I don't know you."

"Oh come on. You know me babe."

"No." Blaine shook his head, side stepping Puck as he tried to grab onto him. "No. I don't know you. I know of you, but I don't know you."

"So you have to know me to let me do you?" Puck sounded confused now. He wasn't used to this sort of treatment, Blaine was sure.

Blaine crossed his arms stubbornly, his hand reaching out to fiddle with his light blue cardigan. "I'm not some sort of toy, Noah."

Puck rolled his eyes and Blaine found himself getting insulted. Just what right did Noah Puckerman have to think that he was acting ridiculous? "I know you aren't babe."

"A-and I just just broke up with Kurt-"

"Like a month ago."

"And I refuse to be used by some in the closet, confused straight guy who will go after the sexually starved gay boy who just got out of his first relationship because he can't get it with anyone else!"

Puck stared at him, almost insulted."I can get it with anyone, babe."

"Then get it with them!"

"But you're smokin' babe. You're like Morgan Freeman."

"You think Morgan Freeman is hot?"

"What? No. That's disgusting. You're Morgan Freeman nice guy." Puck shook his head at him, standing in front of Blaine and resting a hand on his cheek. Blaine moved away from the warm grip. "And you're Rachel McAdams gorgeous."

Blaine paused, thinking for a moment. But he wasn't that gorgeous. Puck just wanted to get in his pants. "God Noah just-"

"Listen, do you want me to take you out or something? Go out on a date?" Puck stood in his way, blocking him from moving. They stared at one another for a long moment. Blaine looked away first and Puck let out a frustrated sigh. "Dude, Kurt screwed you up big time."

Blaine's eyes shot up. "Kurt didn't do anything!"

"How many times did he compliment you? Geez man, you don't even believe me when I say you're smokin' and if there's anyone I want to have sex with it's you." Puck pushed him back against the book shelf and Blaine couldn't bring himself to duck underneath his arms. Puck loomed over him, never removing their eyes, his hands planted on either side of Blaine's waist. "We're goin' to go out to dinner. The Sticks. I'll pick you up at seven." He whispered in Blaine's ear, his breath tickling the skin of his neck. Blaine shivered with something that was definitely not cold.

"Puck..." He breathed out, their lips mere centimeters apart.

"I'll see you there babe." Puck pulled back, before leaning forwards again, a contemplative look in his eyes. "Wear your glasses, they make you look hotter."

And with that he pushed away, grabbing his little sister's hand and bag of books, and throwing a wink over his shoulder as Blaine struggled to regain his breath and ability to think. Puck hadn't even given Blaine a chance to deny.

A: N - I have a feeling I made Blaine a bit too confusing... But, in all honesty, he's confused over what he wants? Does that work? At all? Gah I think I'll stick with Puck's point of view. He's less complicated. XD