AN: So this is going to be a semi-long Author's Note, because I have a lot of explaining to do, I suppose. So, it's 3:31am in the morning, and I've been writing this chapter for the past 2 hours. I haven't had a chance to update due to work and Graduation stuff (Saturday is the day!) so I had no time to think about what I was going to write for this chapter. I thought a lot about it and now, tada! Chapter 3 is up and alive! Again, I apologize if this is...weirdly written or messy. I'll remind you again, it's 3:33am now, plus I had work today, with lots of heavy lifting. Bending, lifting, bending lifting, etc. So, any critiques are appreciated! Thanks to the people who favorited this story and thanks to the people who left reviews! I agree that I went a little too fast last chapter, but it was because I was very excited when I wrote that chapter, and I was like, WOAH. So, I apologize if it's going too fast or slow for anyone. Anyways, here's Chapter Three!

"Puck?" Blaine asks.

I can't say anything. The nerves I had from this morning returned in full force and I'm speechless. I keep trying to say something, but all that comes out is….nothing. He looks at me with a worried look. "Puck? Are you okay?" I try to talk again, but alas, no words.

"Alright, since you're not answering me, I guess I'll just go…"

Shit. Here I am, being all scared of saying something, and he's now walking away from me. Come on Puck. Talk. I grab his arm and stop him. As he turns to me, his eyes look like they're filled with confusion and a bit of fear.

"Hey…"

"Oh, so now we're talking?" He says with half a smile.

"Look, you just…you surprised me. I didn't expect to see anyone out in the halls, especially you, nancy boy." I need to stop being nervous around Blaine.

He chuckles at this and shows his beautiful smile. "Nancy boy. That's a new one."

"Sarcasm?" I ask.

"No, no sarcasm intended. I found it funny, actually."

He finds my nickname funny. He likes it. FUCK YES. Oh, shit. Back to reality, Puck. "So what exactly are you doing out of class at this time?" I ask.

"Well, if you must know, I was going to go to Glee and figure out a song to sing for today. I don't know why, but I just feel like singing a solo today, that's if Mr. Schuester lets me."

"I'm sure Mr. Schuester won't care. Plus, you have an amazing voice and you're an awesome dancer."

He smiles brightly. "Thanks, Puck. That's awfully kind of you!"

We get lost in each other's eyes. God, I love these moments. They simply are the best. I just wish I could stare into those eyes every night. We don't even have to have sex; just simple cuddling or lying in bed would be nice. God, I really am turning into Hummel…

He finally breaks away from the eye contact and says, "Well, I should probably get going. I have a lot of music to go through!" I immediately think of an idea and say, "Hey, I can…help you…you know…pick out music…or help you…if you want…"

He looks at me like he's analyzing me and it makes me nervous. Maybe he knows. Oh shit. Good job, Puck. He breaks out into a smile and says, "Sure! I could actually use an extra hand in finding music. I usually have an easy time finding music on my own, but today has been, strangely different."

"Tell me about it." I say.

I close my locker and start to walk with him to Glee.

"So…" I say.

"So…what?" He asks.

"How about the weather?" Nice one, Puck.

He smiles and says, "Yeah. It's very nice outside. I'd rather be out there than in here."

"You an outdoors gay, Anderson?" What the fuck, dude? Did you really just ask him that?

He shakes his head and chuckles. "No, but when it's nice outside, like right now, I do enjoy lying in the grass, looking up at the clouds, and just, relaxing. Those days are my favorite kind of days."

His favorite kind of days; nice, sunny days, lying in grass, looking up at clouds, and relaxing. Mental note.

"That…actually sounds…nice." I say.

"Yeah. It is nice, but I don't get to do it very often anymore…"

"Why not?"

He looks at me for a moment, but looks down and continues walking. He sighs. "Just…those days…remind me of better times, when I wasn't bullied or….when I had someone special to spend it with…and…it just brings up painful memories…"

I realize I asked the wrong question. "I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up any ba-" He cuts me off. "No no. It's fine. Really. I just…it's fine."

"Do you want to talk about it…?" I ask, hoping he will confide in me; then again, why should he? He barely knows me.

"Thanks, Puck, but, maybe another time." With that, I leave the topic alone.

We finally reach the Glee room after two minutes of awkward silence, which is terrible, by the way, and he goes and sits by the piano without hesitation.

I can tell he's upset because he isn't saying anything. I feel responsible for upsetting him. I mean, I didn't know, but I still feel responsible. I'm just standing in the doorway, not saying anything, waiting for him to speak, but nothing is said. I want to say something, but I can't think of anything to say. He's looking down at his hands, in his lap, probably feeling just as awkward as I am. I have to think of something to ease the awkwardness and tension in the room, but how?

I got it.

I walk over to where the band instruments are and grab my guitar case. I open the case, grab my guitar, sling it over my shoulder, and look at Blaine. He's now looking up from the piano, full attention on me. He looks as if he doesn't know what is going on. I begin strumming my guitar, and I start to sing.

"I'm going away for a while
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me
Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes"

I start walking towards him at this point, and I can tell he recognizes the song. His face says it all. I continue.

"And run
From them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me

And we just go in circles"

I sit next to Blaine on the piano stool, where he looks broken. I am about to sing the next part when I hear his voice. His beautiful singing voice.

"Well now I'm told that this is life
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify,
Our broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on"

I continue to play and realize we're lost in each other's eyes again, singing a song.

"And run
To them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not, useless
We are just"

I decide to sing along with him.

"Misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
And we should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me"

I stop singing as he sings the last words of the song.

"They echo me in circles"

After I finish the last guitar part, he stares down at the piano, breaking our gaze. I set my guitar to the side of the bench, and when I look at him, he has his head in his hands. I hear him sniffle and silently sob. Oh, good job, Puck. You fucked up again. God! Now you've made him more upset. Acting without thinking, I put my hand on his back and start to rub his back up and down with my hand. I don't know what to do or say without hurting him more.

I finally say, "Look…I'll just go…I can tell I upset you too much today…I'm sorry…"

As I'm walking toward the door, I hear him speak. "Puck."

I stop and turn around so I'm facing him. "Yeah…?"

"This…this isn't your fault…"

"How is it not? I brought up a subject you refuse to talk about, which means it's a bad memory or something, and I just sang you a song that made everything worse! I think I fucked up enough for today. I'll see you around…"

I hear him protest, but I'm so upset with myself, I keep walking.

I walk out the school doors and go directly to my truck. I open the door and slam it shut. I don't drive anywhere; I just sit there, thinking.

I knew it was only a matter of time before I fucked up with Blaine. I knew it would happen because everything good that happens to me always fucks me over in the end. He said it wasn't my fault, but I sure as hell feel like it's my fault. I am such a fucking idiot.

I slam my head on my steering wheel and leave it sit there. I sigh. "I should just give up on love all together…" I say in a whisper to myself.

I close my eyes. This day really got shitty.

After five minutes, I hear someone knocking on my car window. I let out an annoyed sigh, open my eyes, and look up, only to find Blaine, staring at me intently. I roll down my window. "What?" I ask with anger in my voice.

"Can I…can I come in?"

I let out another sigh. "Yeah. Passenger door." I roll up my window.

He walks around to the other side of my truck and opens the door. He climbs in and slams the door shut.

Now it's just me and Blaine, in my truck. Alone. Times like these, I would be freaking out with excitement, but with what just happened inside, it's a different feeling.

After a few minutes of silence, he asks, "Can we…do you…would…" He lets out a sigh. "Can we go somewhere and talk privately?"

"Well, seeing as we're in my truck, privately, we're somewhere." I say.

He looks at me with anger. "Puck…"

"I'm kidding. Yeah, where did you want to go?" I ask.

"Want to do lunch, since it's lunchtime anyways?" He offers.

I can't turn down food. "Yeah. Breadsticks okay?" I ask.

He gives a small smile and says, "Yeah. Let's go."

I turn on the ignition and pull out of school. As we're driving, I glance over at Blaine, who's looking out the window, like there is no one else with him. I decide to just let him be alone with his thoughts, because I don't want to upset him again. That would be like three times today. The car ride to Breadsticks is very silent. You would be able to hear a pin drop. That silent.

We finally reach Breadsticks and I try to find a parking spot. Damn. I should've remembered lunch means busy.

"There's a spot over there." Blaine says quietly.

I look to where he is pointing and say, "Thanks."

When I pull into the parking spot, I turn off my truck, and now it's extremely silent. I decide to say something, but Blaine must have had the same idea in his head.

"Puck, I'm sorry for…not talking to you about why I was upset earlier…I promise it's not your fault."

"Then why did you cry even harder after I…we, sang that song?" I ask intently.

He now looks at me with tears in his eyes. "Because…that song…it…I could relate to it…but it wasn't a bad thing…you didn't screw up anything…Puck."

I look down at my hands, fumbling with them, and look back up at him. "You know I care for you, right? I know we are still getting to know each other and all, but you've grown on me."

He lets out a smile. "Thanks, Puck. The feeling is mutual."

I smile and say, "So, how about we stop crying and go eat some Breadsticks?"

Blaine chuckles, wipes his eyes, and says, "Let's go eat then."

We get out of my truck and start walking towards the door for Breadsticks. Let's hope this goes better than earlier today…

Alright. So there it is. I tried. I'm sorry if you don't like it or it's shitty. I am going somewhere with this, so bear with me. I know it's out of the blue, but it adds angst and drama to the story. Can't all be happy lovey dovey rainbows, you know. Life is just a bitch like that. Haha. Anyways, next chapter will be Plaine at lunch. After that, I'll fast forward a few weeks because I don't exactly have a timeline for this story, so I'm just going with the flow. Plus, I want to get into the awesome good stuff I have planned for later chapters! No, I'm not referring to the smut, but how and when Puck will tell Blaine he likes him! Stay tuned!