Love at Second Sight
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 four because every other pairing seems to have one.
A: N- Here in lies Cheerio!Blaine and smut.
4x09
Blaine was numb. He sunk slowly into the seat in front of the television in Puck's mother's living room, staring at the rug as though it had all the answers. How had this happened? Hadn't he told Marley not to take those pills that Kitty gave her? Why hadn't she listened?
His mind was spinning with things that they could have done better. They shouldn't have left the stage, but what were they supposed to do? Shouldn't the judges have been just a bit more understanding about the fact that one of their members had passed out on stage? That wasn't them quitting or forfeiting. That was them being worried about one of their own.
He groaned and gripped at his hair, tugging it out of the hold of the gel and letting it curl around his fingers. He rested his elbows on his knees, burying his head into his hands and trying to rub away the impending headache he could feel blooming in between his eyes. "You all right there?" Knuckles knocked against the side of his head and Blaine slowly lifted his eyes, taking the glass Noah offered him with a tiny smile.
The older man dropped down on the couch next to him, kicking off his shoes before putting his feet on the coffee table and throwing his arm over the top of the couch so that it framed Blaine's shoulders. "I can't believe we lost." Well, actually, he could believe it. The Warblers had been phenomenal and the New Directions, even if Marley hadn't passed out, had been great. But not award winning or show stopping. And, either way, that wasn't the thing he had been trying to say. He had meant to say that he couldn't believe that Marley had passed out, or that Tina had been more worried about the results of the competition than whether Marley was okay or not.
He sighed and dropped his head down onto Puck's shoulder, his mug full of steaming coffee – decaf, Puck had insisted – resting on his knee. "I can't believe how you took charge like that." Puck let out a small laugh instead of pointing out the obvious that they probably would have lost whether she passed out or not. "It was totally hot."
Blaine wrinkled his nose at Puck and jumped when his finger poked against his side, his coffee almost spilling over the rim of the mug. "Stop it." He muttered into the brown liquid, taking a gulp and almost regretting it immediately. If there was one thing Puck could never quite get right it was how to make coffee. That and it was rather hot.
Puck laughed a bit, obviously enjoying the fact that he could coax a smile out of the other boy just a little too much. "Are you really upset that you lost?" Puck asked softly, stuffing his fingers through Blaine's overly gelled hair, pulling on it in hopes of getting the locks loose. "Or are you upset that you didn't get to sing your solo?"
Blaine shot him a look over his coffee mug, squishing himself into the seat and into his side as much as he could, curling his legs into his chest and resting his head against Puck's shoulder. "I don't know." He ran a finger over the rim of the mug before leaning forward and putting it on the low table and settling back into the spot he had been before, his arm crossing over his legs and hugging them tightly. "I think…" He wrinkled his nose and Puck leaned down to kiss the top of his head gently. "I think I might be… relieved."
Puck glanced at him in confusion, resting a hand atop his head and taking a cautious sip out of his own coffee. "Why's that?" His face pulled down in a disgusted frown and he spit the liquid back into the mug, giving it a look of utter betrayal. "And why didn't you tell me this coffee sucked?"
A small smile pulled at Blaine's lips before falling again and he shrugged. "It's one less thing I have to worry about, I guess." He spoke softly, picking at his sock clad feet. His hazel eyes peaked up at Puck, a small smile curving at his lips once more. "And I didn't want you to accuse me of being too spoiled to know what good coffee tastes like."
"I would never accuse you of such things!" Puck let out a mock gasp. "But, to be honest, you kind of are."
"Are not!" Blaine poked at Puck's stomach, but that seemed to be a bad idea, as Puck poked him in his own and wouldn't stop doing so. Puck reveled in his smile, glowed under his laughter. There was nothing quite like Blaine Anderson laughing and smiling and you being the cause to make you feel like a great person.
He leaned closer, his hands smoothing over Blaine's sides as their lips met. The kiss was sloppy, but it was a kiss all the same, and Puck leaned closer, his arms bracketing Blaine into the couch and his body pushing him so that he was lying back against the fabric.
He planted his legs on either side of his waste before lying down on top of the other boy himself. Blaine was still laughing some, but it was tapering away with every passing second, Puck licking them into his own mouth and kissing them against the skin of his throat. Blaine was tugging at his shirt, pulling it out from under his belt and running his still cold hands over his back, leaving goose bumps in their wake. But the good sort of goose bumps. Always the good sort of goose bumps.
He hadn't anticipated joining the Cheerios. To be honest, Blaine really hadn't needed yet another thing to put on his plate. But without Glee Club he had a random gap in his schedule that he hadn't accounted for. And that gap was just taunting him. And then Tina had basically wrestled him into joining with her (wrestled almost literally. She had dragged him into the gym to try out and then Coach Sylvester had had them wrestle to figure out who was the more female of them). So he hadn't exactly joined by choice.
But he wasn't entirely regretting joining, either.
Though, he did have to say, the uniform was a bit unflattering to anyone that wore it and it made Tina look even shorter than usual. It also had this firm belief that it made his hips look weird but it at least made the jerks on the hockey team back off from slushies and the majority of bullying. It was as though he coasted through a week at McKinley unnoticed, or noticed but nothing more than a few words being thrown at him. It was relieving but it also left him tense and wondering when the shoe was about to drop.
Luckily, that day had yet to come and Blaine found himself at home that Friday with his cheering shirt halfway over his head when a noise of contentment came from his doorway.
Slowly, he lowered the polyester, unable to fight the blush that spread up his cheeks at the sight of Puck leaning against his doorframe, a smirk on his face and his tongue darting out to wet his lips just a big as he stared unashamedly at Blaine's body. "Hi?" Blaine asked slowly, pushing the blush down from his cheeks and making towards him to kiss him in welcome.
"Hello." Puck's voice was low and sensual and his hands were tight around his waist. The kiss was more passionate than Blaine had intended. He wasn't going to complain though, Puck was leaving come Saturday morning and that meant that Blaine would be alone once more in Ohio. And they had yet to really confront the fact that every one of their friends knew they were together and while that should have been stressful, it was really more of a side thought than a central one.
His arm wound around Puck's shoulders, his hand resting on the nape of his neck, his other resting on Puck's waist. But Puck's were all over the place, shoving up the polyester of the cheerio's uniform and dragging down his back. Puck was already hard and Blaine didn't really have the capacity to figure out why at the moment, what with Puck leaning just a bit closer and his lips drifting down to his neck to nip and kiss at the skin there.
"Not that I'm complaining." Blaine breathed out, his breath hitching when Puck licked over a particularly sensitive spot. "But what's bringing this on?"
Puck took a moment to answer, and even his answer wasn't really an answer. "This." He grabbed at Blaine's ass, pulling it so that their hips hit together and Blaine's pupils were just a tad blown. Puck's breath was sharp against his own, and their mouths met messily, the door swinging shut behind them at a well-aimed kick of Blaine's bare feet. The walk over to the bed was sloppy, Puck's shirt somehow coming off and his pants falling halfway down his legs by the time Blaine was pushed back against the cool sheets of his bed.
Their legs were tangled as they fell, Puck deftly kicking off his jeans as he climbed on top of Blaine, eagerly tugging at the other boy's shirt until it was lifted up and over his head. Blaine made to grab onto Puck's boxers but the other boy pinned his hands over his head, and instead rocked his hips down against Blaine's.
Their mouths separated with a loud gasp and Blaine threw his head back in pleasure. They had done this before – too many times to count – but it had never felt… well never felt like this. Blaine was wearing underwear, but it felt as though he wasn't. The polyester of the suit rubbed at his legs as they were pushed up at the knee.
And then Puck was tugging at them, one of his hands firmly on the skin of the younger's ass, pulling them down and off with just a minor struggle before doing so to his own boxers. Blaine reached up to grab him, but Puck pinned down his hands once more, smirking a bit at the whine that fell from Blaine's lips as Puck leaned down to lick at his navel.
"I don't think you know what you do to me." Puck's voice was low, but entirely too calm for a time such as this.
"If you're just going to play, Puckerman." Blaine stuttered out as his chest heaved in deep breaths.
Puck only smirked more and leaned up, his hand tight against Blaine's wrists and his body painfully not close enough. He kissed at that sensitive spot on Blaine's neck, biting it gently until Blaine's eyes fell shut. Without a moment to waste he reached over to the bedside table, picking up a discarded bowtie – one of many – and making quick use of his ability to tie a knot without looking. "Oh I'm going to play all right." He murmured against Blaine's lips.
He sat back on his knees, enjoying the sight of Blaine's flushed cheeks and red neck and chest, Blaine tugging against the restraints that Puck had just added and his eyes flashing in frustration. "You little –" His protest broke off when Puck pushed a slicked up finger inside of him, moving it slowly in and out until Blaine started pushing back against it. His head flying up to glare at him, another protest on his lips when Puck removed the finger completely. "I swear to God, Puckerman-"
But then he was cut off again, this time by a loud moan as Puck pushed in two, scissoring them inside him as his lips covered his neck again. Blaine pushed his hips upward with an even louder moan as Puck brushed against his prostate. "You fucking asshole." He gasped out as Puck easily slipped in a third, smirking against his pulse point.
"I love it when you swear." He spoke against his ear, Blaine's skin rising in goose bumps before settling again. "Good?"
"Fuck yes!" His head was already thrown back in ecstasy and Puck couldn't help but be blown away by the sight as he quickly untied his hands and rolled on a condom before pushing his legs just a tad wider. He settled between them and moved slowly, even though that seemed so unlike the rest of what they had already done. But if there was anything Puck was when it came to sex with Blaine it was careful and he slowly pressed in, encasing his member in the tight heat of the other boy's body and his arms quivering in the attempt to stop from putting too much weight onto the rather smaller figure beneath him. But Blaine seemed to having none of that, pushing his own hips forward and grabbing onto Puck's back to pull him closer.
It was sloppy and rather quick with Puck's hips slapping against his own every few seconds. There were a lot of gasps and grabbing hands and sweat sliding down their bodies. There was a lot of a lot of things, and it was as though it was a year ago and they were meeting up for quick moments of sex in the backseat of each other's cars, or the drive in, or that one time in the auditorium, or the few time where things turned more intimate than quick and they went to one another's houses. But there was something else there too. Something that hadn't been there when they had started this whole mess.
Something beautiful and powerful and so completely unique to them that there was no other way for them to have sex anymore. They knew one another so well, knew what every gasp and moan was meant to mean. Knew the right way to drag their hips to get that reaction. Knew the moment they would finish things would turn soft and gentle and that they'd both feel a fire in their bellies that wasn't asking for another round but rather for closeness. It was the way they would act afterwards that would be intimate, not the act itself. It was the soft kisses that would be exchanged, the cleaning up, the brushing back of hair and the shuffling underneath the covers that would steal the intimacy of the moment. It was the beauty of what they did. It was the beauty of what they always did. And it was nice and comfortable and it was them and if no one else understood it than it wasn't a fault of theirs, but rather a fault of everyone else's.
He asked about it later that night, the two of them facing each other on their sides, chests naked along with the rest of their bodies. "When did you decide to be a Cheerio?" Puck asked softly, trailing a hand down the curve of his back to rest just over his ass.
Blaine shrugged uselessly, looking down sheepishly and picking a bit at the hair on Puck's chest with gentle fingers. "Tina made me." He muttered.
Puck raised an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile on his face. "Tina didn't make you do anything you didn't sort of want for yourself."
"I was bored." He shrugged again. "And it's the closest to performing McKinley has besides Glee."
"And you missed competing."
"No." Blaine shook his head and looked Puck in the eye. "I love competing but I didn't miss it." He sighed. "I miss being a part of something that's… bigger than me."
"You're small, it's not that difficult."
Blaine's glare held little heat and his fist hit Puck's shoulder gently. "That's not what I meant." He looked at the wall over Puck's shoulder – primarily at the picture that he had left of the Warblers – and cuddled in closer. "I miss being a part of a team that's primary concern isn't who gets to sing what but how they work as a group." He shrugged again and flushed at the look Puck was giving him. "It doesn't make any sense does it?"
"Makes enough sense." Puck crowded in closer to him, flipping them so that Blaine's body was on top of his own. "And you look super-hot as a cheerleader so I'm not even going to protest."
A: N – The chapter was screaming for smut but then when smut was getting good my mouse froze and I had to restart the computer and then I was all, "fuck it, I lost my muse" and rushed to write any sort of ending.
I think the next chapter is Christmas? Am I right there?
