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 –Thank you so much the following people who reviewed (where the hell were all of you chapter four?): SouthernHemmy (Those poor puppies...), Aledda (I like your scenarios), madilee (Aww thanks), Helena V (I adore your reviews as much as you do my story), MagentaMaxy (I guess I can forgive you), elmo5767 (If it's that scary stop reading it), Rigmor Rikke Reisz (Welcome lurker) and PuckurtPartieLover (Hello there! Welcome to my story).
On the subject of a sex scene: I have gotten a numerous amount of reviews asking for me to write one but, here's the thing. I am immensely inexperienced. I'm only seventeen and... I still get a little squeamish writing one. I've read plenty but writing? Completely different. So, I'll admit that this story is a huge change for me. I'm planning on writing one when I feel comfortable enough to. It's my challenge story. So... when I do, you are forewarned that the sex scene will probably be the worst that you've ever read. But, I'll try to write one. If only for my readers.
Either way it's going to be awhile until it shows up.
On the subject on the Warblers and ND: Oh things will get TONS interesting when I actually bring them in. And I'm planning on writing in the Warblers with this chapter and the next will be ND's turn. So... I guess you could say this this is where things REALLY pick up.
This chapter is largely inspired by the song: "Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F)" by Katy Perry. The songs featured are: "Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac, "Save The Last Dance For Me" by Michael Buble.
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.
Disclaimer (ZOMG I FORGOT THIS FOR FIVE CHAPTERS!): I own NOTHING. Besides maybe the plot.
"You should call before you show up at my house." Blaine stated, turning around so that he was laying on Puck's chest. Puck's arms were scattered, one resting on Blaine's naked back and the other on his neck, running up and down his hair. He smiled at him. God was he attractive. And did he know it.
Puck's smile turned into a smirk as he pulled him down for a deep kiss. If Blaine didn't have somewhere to be he totally would have melted (well he did melt, but he totally wouldn't have pulled away). "What's the problem babe?" His breath ghosted between their lips.
"I have a party I need to get to." Maybe those weren't the right words to say by the immense joy that crossed over Puck's face. Blaine regretted those words almost the moment they came out of his mouth. "B-but it's totally not going to be fun-" Puck rolled him over onto his back, looming over him and the bedsheets sliding up his leg, leaving it bare for the world to see. Thankfully, the world wasn't watching or Blaine would have been in a ton of trouble. Imagine what people would have thought he had been doing? Which was totally off base because him and Puck hadn't done anything remotely... well they had been doing intimate things but not sex things.
"Then don't go." Was Puck's simple answer. And that's when Blaine knew he was caught in a lie, because he actually wanted to really go to this party. But he also wanted to stay right where he was. Which was insane because he shouldn't want to stay pinned underneath a straight guy food God knows how many hours. Even if said straight guy was incredibly hot and sexy.
Blaine bit his lip, wondering just how he should go about this. What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to continue on lying and skip Jeff's party all together? But this was the last time that he'd probably be able to see people like Thad and Wes and David before they left for college. And he really missed all of his friends and Jeff was apparently throwing this party as a "lets – cheer – Blaine – up – and – say – bye – to – all – our – friends – who – we – will – totally – be – seeing – next – year - anyway" get together. He resented the first part but he knew that it was from their hearts. "I already told them I'd go." He ran a hand down Puck's mohawk, relishing in the tiny pout that crossed over Puck's face.
"Will there be alcohol?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at him, but he didn't doubt that there would be. And he was pretty sure that Jeff or someone would force some on him. Even though if he really didn't want it he didn't have to have it.
"Probably, why?" That smirk on Puck's face didn't hold anything good. But his touch and eyes were so tender than Blaine stayed relaxed. Which totally wasn't right because he had really just been fooling around with a straight guy. Or at least Blaine thought Puck was straight. Nothing besides his random attraction to Blaine told him otherwise.
"Cool." His hand strayed down Blaine's side and a tiny chuckle passed through his lips when the boy under him twitched away from his ghosting fingers. Damn his ticklish sides and stomach. Puck's mouth smiled in response. Goodness he looked nice when he smiled. Well nicer than usual. "Because I'm goin' to be your date."
He leaned down and kissed Blaine, his tongue caressing Blaine's own, their heads tilted to the side a bit to keep the contact comfortable. Puck's hand rubbed the small of Blaine's back, reaching closely to the band of his boxers. But he didn't go far, his hand staying where it was for the most part. "Noah..." He whispered between their lips as they pulled apart. Both their eyes were open, simply staring into one another's. Puck had some gold mixed in his brown eyes. And they remained comfortable and kind. God Kurt had never done this simple laying around with him. Kurt and him sure had a ton of smile moments together (like coffee dates) but they had never really done something as intimate as him and Puck were doing. "I-I-you can't."
"Why the hell not?" Puck pulled back, the kindness being replaced by insult. And damn it all Blaine needed to stop screwing things up with every single guy he freakin' dated.
He threw his head back against the pillow, already feeling a headache creep up. "It's just going to be a bunch of Dalton kids-"
"Babe, are you... ashamed of me?" Puck pulled even farther back, Blaine's hands falling from his neck to his shoulders.
Fuck it all. Blaine just really sucked at words. "No! God, no!"
"Then why the hell can't I go?"
"I-I..." Blaine paused, his eyes and cursed himself. "Fine."
Puck suddenly smirked at him, falling back down on top of him. Blaine let out a tiny 'ouf' as most of Puck's weight fell onto him. "Fine what, babe?" His fingers ghosted back over Blaine's side, and his eyes gained a mischievous glint as Blaine squirmed away from him, a tiny laugh falling past his lips.
"Fine you can come!" He tried to keep the laughter from showing in his voice. But damn it if Puck didn't keep on tickling him, kissing him between little breathy laughs.
"What time?" But Blaine was too busy laughing and thinking about how Puck's eyes crinkled when he smiled a true smile. "What time?" He pressed again, tickling him harder, relinquishing for all of a moment to allow Blaine to regain enough breath to answer him.
"Eight." Puck kissed him again. Why was Blaine making out with a straight guy again? And why was it feeling so good? Why was he allowing it to feel so good? But then they were making out again and Blaine found himself incapable of coherent thought.
Jeff was more than okay with Blaine bringing Puck along with him. His blonde friend knew nothing of what was happening between them (no one did) but Jeff tended to jump to conclusions. The moment he had heard that Blaine had even the slightest hint of a crush he tried to help. Usually it blew up in his face but he had a good heart. And he would never do anything to hurt Blaine. Embarrass, yes. Hurt, no. Sometimes the hurt was thrown in there but it definitely wasn't on purpose.
But, back on track, Jeff was entirely more excited that Puck was coming with Blaine to the party than anyone else was. His girlfriend was a total 'fag hag' so maybe that had something to do with it, but Blaine wasn't about to jump to conclusions. Especially with someone as... different as Jeff.
He flexed his hand as he waited for someone to come to the door. He felt Puck's hand on his back and he wondered for a moment why exactly this boy was staying with him. Was it because Puck simply wanted to have sex with him? Or was it because there was actually this small part of him that Puck fell for? Was falling for...? He shook his head as Jeff pulled open the door. "Blaine!" He squealed, pulling him in by the arm. Blaine flailed for a moment, grabbing Puck's hand and pulling him in afterward. Maybe he would lose him during the night, but not this soon.
The problem with the party was that nearly every member of the Warblers had a date. A female date. And Blaine knew about Puck's track record. So... maybe he was a bit nervous and maybe he didn't trust Puck as much as he probably should but Blaine hadn't exactly been satisfactory in bed. He hadn't allowed Puck to go any farther than feeling him up and maybe he should have. But it didn't feel right just yet. And... there were plenty of girls. Moreover, just because Blaine was gay didn't mean that he had no idea just what a sexy woman was. He had a gay crush on Katy Perry and Zooey Deschanel. And he knew exactly how sexy Puck was. Therefore, maybe he had a good reason to be weary about letting his 'date' leave his side. But, as fate would have it, he was very quickly swept into the party.
Wes and his long time girlfriend, Danielle, were the people he spent most of his time with until Danielle had dragged him off onto the dance floor. He left Puck at the bar in Jeff's cellar, letting him mingle for a bit and take some shots with the rest of the guys, and girls, there. "Your date's hot." Danielle yelled at him from where they two of them were doing some obnoxious form of swing dancing to Michael Buble. He had no clue what song was playing, too deep into beat to care.
Blaine grabbed her hand, bringing her into his arm so that he could dip her. If there were two things he were thankful for it was the dance classes he took as a kid and the piano lessons his grandmother gave him. "Noah?" He shouted at her, glancing over to where Puck was laughing with Nick about something. Loudly. He smiled slightly before turning his attention back to his dance partner.
"Well it's not like you brought Kurt!" And sure that kind of stung because a few of the Warblers dancing around them stopped to send the two of them a look. Blaine was sure that everyone in the club knew that the two of them were over, but he had thought Danielle knew too. She winced. "Oh Bee! What happened?" She pulled him close, her arms twirling around his neck as a slow song came on.
Blaine shook his head at her. Maybe Danielle could be called his closest female friend. And maybe she would be the right person to tell about Kurt because she didn't really know him. But... there was something... private about what happened between him and Kurt and what was happening now between him and Puck. "We just... weren't as perfect together as people thought." A camera flashed somewhere to his right and Blaine just knew that someone, most likely Nick, was walking around taking pictures with their special Polaroid camera.
She studied him for a moment, her orange hair falling into her freckled face. Her blue eyes squinted at him before a brilliant smile covered her face. And, okay, maybe Blaine had a tiny gay crush on her too. "Come on." She tugged on his hand, pulling him over to the stage.
"Dani, no!" Danielle smirked at him, leaving him standing at the bottom of the stairs in his black t-shirt and white jeans.
She smiled at the crowd and turned off the music. A collective groan came from the assembled Warblers, all of them probably assuming that the cops had been called because they were too loud for Jeff's non-existent neighbors. Danielle's perfectly manicured finger nail tapped against the microphone before she smiled again, dazzling many a teenage boy in her audience. No doubt she was a theater geek. "I think it's time for a little karaoke."
And then the Warblers went wild, cheering and clapping. Danielle laughed at all of them, running off the makeshift stage and pulling Blaine up the stairs after her. The Warblers laughed before cheering once more for their soloist. "Go Your Own Way." She commanded the few members that had run off to get their instruments. "Fleetwood Mac." And then she stood beside Blaine and took one of his hands in hers. "Picture Kurt. Right out there in the crowd. Sing to him. And make him feel all the hurt you do."
"Dani..." But she simply smiled at him before handing him the microphone and standing off to the side of the stage amidst a large wave applause. Did he really want to do this? If Blaine wanted to he could simply walk right off the stage and no one would try to stop him. But then he squared his shoulders and followed his own advice for once. Courage. He sought out Puck in the crowd, noticing how the darker boy's eyes met his and he raised his drink up in a sort of toast. This was all very accommodating of Puck... and maybe he shouldn't be singing this song to only Kurt. He nodded at the band and they began. "Loving you isn't the right thing to do. How can I ever change things that I feel?" Every single Warbler let out a loud cheer and gathered up their dates.
"You can go your own way, go your own way! You can call it another lonely day! You can go your own way, go your own way!" And this was why he needed to hang out with his friends, because the knew exactly how to make him feel better. Puck was swept up in the commotion, following the crowd and dancing along with David and his girlfriend. It shocked Blaine that Puck wasn't jumping on the girls who weren't taken, but he decided that he would take what he could get.
As the song finished he gripped the microphone stand in his hand, spinning on his heal and smiling before falling into an impressive bow. The few people who were particularly close to him emotionally gathered him in a group hug, Danielle being the first. "Thank you." He whispered into her ear. She pulled away from the hug, smiling. A blue eye winked at him before she pushed him directly into Puck's embrace. The other boy's arms wrapped themselves around his waist and Blaine could practically smell the alcohol seeping through him. But he was too giddy from the performance to really care. "Hey you."
Puck smiled down at him, tightening his grip when Blaine tried to pull away. "Hey." And man was his voice husky. Seeing no escape Blaine decided to simply give in and wrapped his arms around Puck's neck. He would enjoy this while Puck was drunk enough to not care that he was dancing intimately with another guy. "Having fun?"
"A ton." Blaine smiled at him, a real smile, not one of those fake ones he tended to give people. The music picked up to a faster beat, something remotely tango. Their speed picked up a little, the two of them swaying faster and to the beat.
Puck leaned down so that his breath was ghosting over Blaine's ear. "For prep boys you Warblers sure know how to have fun." He smirked, turning very close to the shorter boy's lips. "And here I thought you were the only one who knew how to." Blaine should have stopped him, because they were in public and Blaine really wasn't one for public displays of affection (or lust) but he allowed Puck to slide his tongue into his mouth. He even kissed him back. Oh I know that the music's fine. Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun. Laugh and sing, but while we're apart. Don't give your heart to anyone... One of Puck's hands slid down to his ass, the other keeping it's grip on his lower back while the music pounded around them. David was singing, Blaine was pretty sure of that. But he wasn't really in the right mind set to be paying the music all that much attention.
Baby don't you know I love you so? Can't you feel it when we touch? Maybe they should have pulled apart, but there was so much passion. And Blaine was getting slightly intoxicated by the alcohol that reeked from Puck's mouth. If he was more inclined to think he would have remembered that his 'date' actually had only around three drinks. That may have been more than enough for Blaine but it simply wasn't for Puck. Who's hand had slid into the back pocket of his perfectly white jeans as the two of them turned their head and banged noses a bit. But that was of no importance. Even if Blaine's glasses should have been causing the two of them plenty of problems.
You can dance, go and carry on. Till the night is gone and it's time to go. If he asks if you're all alone. Can he walk you home? You must tell him no. Blaine really should have been thinking with his head more than his dick but Puck's tongue was assaulting his mouth and he was feeling something that he really wasn't used to feeling. "Hey! You two!" And that really wasn't part of the song, but Blaine honestly didn't want to detach himself from Puck's embrace. But then something collided with his head and he had to pull away because, really? What the hell?
Everyone was staring. His face heated up instantly, more so when Puck didn't bother removing his hands from where they had been resting, simply leaving them where they had been before they had been interrupted. David was raising an eyebrow at the two of them from his spot on the makeshift stage. A smirk was pulling at his mouth and his dark eyes shown with mirth that Blaine just knew was going to come back to haunt him. "If you want to go at it there are plenty of open rooms upstairs." The collective Warblers laughed at Blaine's still blushing face. "But keep quiet. As much as those sounds made our girlfriends hot they did nothing for us." But David was winking so Blaine knew he was joking about the gay dig. Danielle and Lyla (David's girlfriend) were standing beside one another both with smiles and flushed cheeks.
"Let's cool off babe." Puck whispered into his ear, a smirk on his own face. Blaine wasn't sure that they would be doing any cooling off, especially when he caught sight of Puck's little problem (that wasn't to say that he didn't have his own). His hand was grabbed and he was pulled outside to Jeff's pool area. The Warblers catcalled after them and, even though he was blushing, Blaine had enough guts in him to flip off his collective of friends. Some of the girls had looked disgusted and some of the guys had looked uncomfortable but none of them would do anything. At least Blaine hoped none of them would do anything. At least none of the Warblers would. None of them wanted to piss Jeff off and cause an unfortunate prank war to break out.
The air outside was hot and humid. But there was a cool breeze as Puck pushed him backwards into one of the lawn chairs and stared down at him, his hands pulling up his shirt over his head and... holy shit Puck was shirtless and they were seriously doing this at his friend's house. Oh God he would never be able to go out into Jeff's pool area without blushing ever again. But Puck's mouth was on his and no one was paying attention anymore as Puck's hands began working on the buttons of Blaine's shirt. The music pounded inside much like Blaine's heart against his rib cage. "God you're hot." Puck panted int his mouth, nearly ripping off one of the buttons.
Blaine kept his hands by his sides, knowing that it would simply cause more trouble if he moved to feel any part of Puck's bare skin as he worked on his shirt. He rather liked this shirt. He didn't want it ripped to pieces. That would not be fun (or easy) to explain to Rosa. "You're drunk." He moaned out, causing Puck to sit up and stare at him. Luckily, he was mindful to not sit on Blaine's legs.
He smirked at him before leaning down again. "Naw, babe." He bit down lightly on his ear, gasping slightly when Blaine's back arched up and into his touch involuntarily. "You're just fucking sexy." And he really had no arguments for that. If either of them were more involved in what was going on around them they would have noticed the flash from a camera as their mouths connected once more.
A: N – I was going to write more, but it's 1:32 a.m here and I'm tired. So the party scene sucked. I don't even want to read that over, that's how bad it was. Semi-cliffhanger? So I kind of actually have a real plot now. How much fun is that?