Title: Not Boyfriends – A Puckerson Drabble Challenge
Author: pterawaters
Rating: NC-17 (sex and language)
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Blaine
Genre: Romance/Humor/Drama/Etc
Warnings: slash, not nearly enough Kurt
Spoilers: season 2
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine, at all
Words: 350
Author's Note: Written as a (hopefully) 30-day series of short drabbles, posting once per day to fanfiction, gleeslash and blaineships.

Prompt Word: Crab

Summary: A Puck/Blaine story told as a series of short drabbles, all inspired by single words.


Blaine sat at the restaurant table with his parents, wearing a coat and tie like the restaurant required and lazily poking at his crab cakes. His mother must have noticed something was wrong, because she asked, "What's on your mind, sweetie?"

Blaine shrugged, looking up to see both his parents regarding him like he was some specimen in a museum, curious and odd, rather than their seventeen-year-old son. He knew they were okay with him being gay in theory, but in practice? He'd never been anyone's boyfriend and Noah still insisted he wasn't, even though they'd hooked up the night before.

"Look," Noah had said as they sat in the back of Blaine's car, about to make out, "this doesn't mean we're together or whatever, okay?"

"Okay," Blaine nodded, pushing down that uncomfortable feeling he got whenever he realized that Noah was just in this for the physical side of things, not the romantic.

"Good," Noah replied, pulling Blaine close and taking his breath away with just one long kiss. "'Cause we had this super-hot sub at school today and all my regular hook-ups are cock blocking me."

Blaine wanted to tell Noah that if they were boyfriends, Blaine would never cock block him, but then Noah's hands were on parts of Blaine that had never been touched before and their lips were pressed together and he didn't think much after that.

How could he tell his parents, over dinner in a fancy restaurant, that he was upset because the boy he liked didn't really like him back? How could he tell them that he couldn't stop thinking about the next time Noah might agree to let Blaine go down on him and whether or not the boy would ever return the favor with something more than a hand job?

"Nothing, mom," Blaine insisted. "I'm just tired from all the schoolwork they have us do at Dalton."

"Well, don't push yourself too hard," she insisted and Blaine knew it was just something she said, not something she really meant. Pushing yourself too hard was sort of the Anderson family motto.


A little of Blaine's POV! I hope I got it right! Thanks for all the reviews you guys have been leaving! I appreciate each and every one.

This is the third in a series of drabbles based on random single word prompts. So far the first eight adhere to a single timeline, but I'm not sure how long that will continue. I want to have at least 30 entries by the time this is finished, and I will try to stick to posting one per day.

Thanks for reading and please, review! Let me know what you liked and what you didn't. And heck, if you want to give me more prompts, go right ahead!