Flowers in Our Eyes

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or, you know, Plaine would be canon. Title's taken from the Fun. song "The Gambler".

Summary: "After almost a year Puck could still make Blaine blush. If that wasn't love he didn't know what was." A different take on season three starting after 4x08 because every other pairing seems to have one.

A: N – As I said in the summary, every other pairing seems to have one. So why not Plaine? Will sort of be following the canon arc, but one a different level. Meaning only friendship!Klaine, and some other discrepancies. Like Blaine never cheating and a lot more Cooper than probably anticipated – cuz he likes to show up everywhere.

But I hope you guys enjoy the first one! I might write another that relates to actual Thanksgiving but I might not.


Puck settled down beside Jake, offering his brother his fist and the two of them bumping with a small show of "making it blow". He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest, his smirk turning into a smile at the feeling of someone staring out of him out of the corner of their eye.

He sat sideways so he could see him, his eyes settling easily on Blaine as he lounged in the back row beside Joe, the Jesus-freak leaning close to whisper something in his ear that Blaine nodded along to almost grimly. "Marley and Blaine will lead us." Finn supplied the students around them and Blaine took a quick moment to smile assuredly at the nervous looking sophomore. She gave him a shaking smile back.

There was something off about her. Something that reminded him strikingly of that moment when Santana had decided to go all binge and purge on them in her freshman year.

Puck frowned but knew from a single glance that Santana had noticed it too, his oldest friend nodding at him to tell him that she had it handled. He nodded back at her, slinging an arm around the back of Jake's chair and sliding his gaze back to Blaine.

The other boy obviously felt someone looking at him, quickly glancing through the room and almost jumping with his eyes connected with Puck's.

Puck saluted him with a smirk, eliciting a blush over Blaine's cheeks. After almost a year Puck could still make Blaine blush.

If that wasn't love he didn't know what was.

Blaine shook his head, "Later." He mouthed with a tiny smile and Puck nodded in approval, winking and turning his attention to the back of Sam's head.

His blonde friend needed a serious haircut. Or something. This was almost as ridiculous as Beiber week. Though that had had some ups. It had given Puck an excuse to wear his hood all day, anyway, which gave him an excuse to sleep through most of his classes without his teachers noticing.

Finn was going on about Sectionals and Puck knew he should have been paying attention but… he hadn't seen Blaine in so long. He was sexually frustrated, and he just wanted to touch the boy he had come to love within the matter of a year. Skype dates just didn't cut it anymore.

He knew Jake knew that something was going on. The same way he knew that Santana was sending him a smirk of her own, telling him that she knew just what it was that he wanted. The very same way he knew that Blaine was a bit flushed and kept glancing over at him the same way Puck kept shooting him looks when Finn had his back turned.

Their eyes met over Tina's head. "Stop it." Blaine mouthed again, a small glimmer of mirth in his hazel eyed gaze. Puck couldn't help the small laugh, miming a hug the best he could without drawing more attention to himself.

Blaine laughed a bit loudly, covering his mouth quickly and his cheeks reddening when Finn spun to look at him. He was quick to cover up his reason for laughing – even though Finn knew they were together, Puck wasn't quite sure if his old best buddy knew what exactly together entailed – muttering something about a religious joke Joe had just said to him, the other boy quickly nodding along when Blaine stepped on his foot a bit forcefully.

Jake was staring at them, giving them a weird look. Maybe Puck should have told him just how close he was to Blaine Anderson when he had encouraged him to join Glee, but, truth be told, it had just never come up.

And how would Jake have felt knowing that he shared a choir room – was taking orders from – the same guy his half-brother just happened to be fucking whenever he could?

Not that they had sex a lot, but they had sex enough. And, in fact, that was what their relationship had originally been built upon. Sexual frustration and the want to just know that someone didn't find you repulsive and disgusting. A new start, sort of.

Puck had been Blaine's first and Blaine had been Puck's first (guy, that is).

"I miss you." Puck mouthed again when Finn had his back turned, the tall young man reaching up to write something down on the white board in his messy scrawl.

Blaine shook his head at him, his eyes a bit sterner now that they had been caught (and now that Joe had caught on), but a small smile still pulled at his lips. "Later."

Puck pursed his lips and winked once more, his eyes refusing to budge from their spot staring at Blaine. The other boy stared back for a while before realizing that Puck wasn't going to be looking away anytime soon and rolling his eyes, looking back to the front of the room.

He certainly had more self-control than Puck did, the shorter boy never once turning his eyes back to look at him.

But, still, he stayed longer than the rest of the club as Puck set up a time to meet with Jake and methodically put things in his bag as though it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Jake shot them a curious look, an almost mistrusting gaze on his face as he moved to leave the room, calling out a goodbye to Blaine with a sternness in his eyes that Puck had seen in the mirror one too many times. Oh how adorable was that? Jake was protective of Blaine. Not crush protective, but the kind of protective that Puck had whenever someone tried to hurt Santana or Brittany or Mercedes. He was close to Blaine, whether either of them realized that or not.

"Hey." Puck kicked at the chair in front of him, hopping to his feet and moving so that he stood in front of Blaine, his shadow covering the legs of the other boy easily as Blaine hummed and toyed with his phone for a bit.

"Hi." Blaine blinked up at him, slipping his phone into his pocket and slinging his bag over his shoulder as he stood up.

Puck almost wondered who he was texting until he remembered that Kurt was still ignoring him for Blaine breaking some sort of trust by not telling him that he was with Puck for a year or something.

But, really, they had kept it a secret from almost everyone. Puck hadn't been willing to come out and Blaine hadn't been sure exactly what they were until Puck had said something about caring about him a lot and things had sort of just happened. No explanations needed. Well, unless you lived in LA and just so happened to run into one Cooper Anderson more than once. Those were fun times. Embarrassing as heck. But fun all the same.

Who knew just how much the older Anderson loved to pry?

Well, Puck certainly knew that now.

"You're all done for the day, right?" Puck asked to be sure, even though he knew Blaine was. He had a free period at the end of the day, so Blaine tended to be one of those lucky seniors who could leave early. It must rule to have so many AP classes that you could graduate if you really wanted to.

"Actually I have this thing." Blaine hooked a thumb over his shoulder, his eyes sliding down to the floor. "This really attractive guy asked me if he could come over my house for dinner and stuff and I should probably get home to cook it." Puck felt a momentary flicker of panic. Had Blaine found someone else? Puck wouldn't be surprised, Blaine was attractive enough- and, oh… he was implying something again wasn't he?

Blaine looked up at him through his eyelashes, leaning up on his tip-toes, his breath running across Puck's ear. "Maybe if he's lucky he'll even get some desert."

Puck's breath stuttered at the look Blaine was sending him, the younger boy biting on his bottom lip and a small coat of red over his cheeks. Blaine usually wasn't the forward, though he certainly was forward when he wanted to be. Like now. And if it wasn't the hottest thing Puck had ever seen. "God I missed you." Puck muttered huskily.

They just stared at each other for a long moment, their eyes flickering between each other's features as though they were memorizing everything they already knew by heart. Puck didn't think he would ever get tired of the way Blaine's eyes would spark when he wanted to do something risky but didn't have enough courage to go all the way himself. Puck leaned down quickly, Blaine leaning up at the same time and their lips meeting almost with a bruising force. Their eyes slid shut, Blaine's bag falling to the ground and his arm wrapping around Puck's neck tightly, the other closing around Puck's back. Puck's own went to hold Blaine's neck in place, the other around his waist and turning him away from the view of the classroom windows. Their lips slid together the way they always did, perfectly and with a practiced ease it was almost insane.

Puck's heart was pounding and his blood was surging through his veins. He held Blaine against his body tightly, the other boy doing the same without any complaint. And then Puck was teasing Blaine's mouth open with his tongue and sliding it inside, his arm sliding down under Blaine's knees and the other to support his waist, picking him up so that his legs where around his waist and his back was pushed up against a wall.

Puck would have rutted against him if this was about more than being close to Blaine. And Blaine would have done more than just run his hands over Puck's mohawk and up his shirt if this was about more than just knowing that he was here.

As it was, it wasn't about anything more at the moment, their lips separating noisily, their noses rubbing together almost subconsciously as they rushed to catch their breath.

Blaine's eyes were half lidded when Puck opened his own, sliding his hands down Blaine's thighs to let him stand on his own two feet for a while, but his back still pressed up against the wall. "I missed you." Blaine murmured, leaning forward to kiss Puck again.

Their tongues mingled for a moment against each other before they pulled away again, their hands framing each other's face. "I'm home now." And it was true, because to Puck it seemed as though home was wherever Blaine was.

And Blaine was right here. So Puck figured that he was home, Blaine's body melted against his own, their breath mingling perfectly and the walls of McKinley High surrounding them and giving them safety for at least the time being.

They kissed once more because they could and because they really didn't want to not kiss each other before Puck laced his fingers with Blaine's and grabbed his backpack, throwing it over his shoulder and tugging him out towards the door. "Wait." Blaine pulled him to a halt, his eyes curious and a bit confused when Puck moved to open the door with their hands still clasped between them. "I thought you didn't…"

"If there's one thing you learn in LA, babe, it's that you shouldn't wait for the world to come push you out of hiding." Puck leaned a bit closer. "And between you and me, your brother is fucking terrifying when it comes to his expectations."

Blaine laughed a bit and it was just testament to how well they worked together when he recognized that as Puck's way of saying that he wanted to do this. That he wanted to let Blaine show him off to all those people who said he couldn't be anything. Puck squeezed the hand he held in his own and they left the choir room together.

People may have stared, may have sent them some looks, but no one made to do anything, none of them really wanting to harm the senior class president. Just like Sam had warned them never to do, just like they had learned from the one hockey guy's attempt not to try to harm Blaine because he knew how to take care of himself now.

They walked by Jake and Ryder, neither of them realizing that it was them at the moment, but Puck telling Blaine a story about how Cooper had fallen into the pool at the agency he worked at while Puck was cleaning it because he was being "too intense" to pay attention to the scenery. Puck's arm had moved to Blaine's shoulders, Blaine's own around his waist and their bodies moving in a way that was practiced and comfortable.

There would be questions from Jake later, but for now they didn't worry about him or about the way Kitty was staring at them from beside Quinn, her mouth dropped open comically.

Puck was home and Blaine was content as they rest of them could go fuck themselves for all either of them cared.


A: N – So I think I could go back and do 1-7 if anyone wanted some of those. Like Kurt finding out about Blaine and Puck and how they're coping with long distance and stuff…. Maybe. Possibly. If anyone would want those. But, until later my dears!

Also, my tumblr ban's almost up. I have until December 17th! THEN I'M BACK. I MISS EVERYONE SO MUCH.