A/N Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry but I keep forgetting to do this I'm always so excited to update! I wanted to personally thank Aledda, nellie 12, eaglegirl1202, sk, frelise, and livi for reviewing! I love hearing all of your opinions as much as I loved writing the story! So thank you!
And I realized that the bar/line I usually put in to show lapses in time don't show up, so I've put in P&BP&BP&B. Now you know when a larger amount of time has gone by than usual. Sorry that I didn't do that sooner, hope it didn't confuse anybody!
P&B Chapter 9
(Puck)
I walked down the school hallway with the usual sneer on my face. Seeing the underclassmen and most of my grade part like the Red Sea for me was amazing. Being the biggest badass at the school was one of my greatest prides. Nobody messed with the Puckerman. Fucking nobody.
And then I saw Blaine walk out of one of the math rooms some ways ahead of me. He looked adorable with his face buried in a piece of paper (presumably some test he had gotten back) and continued walking away from me. Scratch that whole 'nobody messed with me'. Instead of stopping at my locker, I continued walking some ways behind him. So focused on his paper, he wasn't quite watching where he was going. I could see what was going to happen before he did, and I only had enough time to think, oh shit.
Sawyer was the captain of the Hockey team. He was probably the second biggest badass after me, and like me, he walked the halls like he owned them. Continuing to fall in the stereotype that this particular douche bag was, he was an extreme homophobe.
Since Blaine wasn't watching where he was going, he didn't part for the hockey captain, and ended up running right into him. I watched as they both stumbled, Blaine much more than the few steps Sawyer took. I walked slowly toward them but stayed in the background. This was Blaine's confrontation, not mine.
Sawyer sneered at Blaine venomously, then wiped at his clothes. "Ugh, now I have fag on me."
What the fuck did he just say? Bitch better back off before bitch tastes fist.
Blaine's face turns into one of (comical if it would have been a different situation) shocked surprise. "What did you just say to me?"
"Huh? A fag that talk's back?"
"Don't call me that," Blaine answers giving Sawyer a small push away. Holy fuck. He did not just do that to Sawyer Wingler.
With a sneer back on his face he shoves the newer student away, smashing him into one of the lockers. Sawyer was just starting to say, "No fag..." but he never got his sentence out, as I took that time to run up and punch him squarely in the side of his face. My hand bursts with pain, and I realize a little too late that that much force probably wasn't needed for this, as I just turned a small squabble into a full fledged fight.
Expecting Sawyer to retaliate, I look down wondering why he didn't get up and punch back. Oh. I knocked him out.
Students, who had been slowly crowding around the scene, all broke out in hushed whispers, some clapping and cheering for my display of peer badassness. No victory was felt though, as I heard "NOAH PUCKERMAN" being called at me as Mr. Jacobs, the biology teacher, comes running up. I turn around to see Blaine back on his feet and giving me look that clearly said… well actually I couldn't tell. There was a lot of hurt on there, but whether that was because of my actions or what Sawyer said, I did not know.
We both were immediately marched to the principal's office, while some of Sawyer's friends hauled him to the nurse.
A half hour later, I found myself sitting next to Blaine alone in Principal Figgins's office. Blaine's parents and my mom were outside of the office talking with Principle Figgins, Mr. Shue, Sawyer's father, and Sue. I didn't bother caring why Sue was there, that's just what she does.
Blaine and I sat in silence. We hadn't talked since the incident, and I couldn't help wondering if the boy was angry with me. I looked over at him to see him staring at the floor blankly. He notices me looking at him and asks in a voice quiet enough that if I wanted, I could pretend I didn't hear him, "Why did you do that?"
"He shoved you and called you a fag. Was I supposed to just stand by?"
"No… but why risk your skin for me?"
"You're my boy, Blaine. Why would you even think I wouldn't?"
"You're on probation. Knocking someone out is not the best thing to do when on probation." He puts his hands up to his temple and starts rubbing them.
"Getting a headache?"
Blaine doesn't say anything, but then a single tear drops from his eye. It was enough to break my heart. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and pulled him in close.
"Why now?" he asked. "I've been here for like 3 weeks! I thought people weren't going to do this!"
I took a deep breath before starting, "Most of those people that walk through those halls are idiots, Blaine. And the second you let them get to you is the second that you let them win. Nobody can touch this," I push him back and put a hand over his heart, "unless you let them. Fuck Wingler, and fuck all his homophobic friends. You're braver and stronger than every one of them. Standing up to him yourself was probably the ballsiest thing I've ever seen somebody do."
He smiles at me and wipes away the other tears he let escape his eyes. "Don't look but everybody is watching us."
I smile, and make sure not to turn around. "Good, this will look good for our whole 'I came to your rescue' story we got going."
He laughs again, and says, "yes, yes it will."
Proud of myself that I successfully cheered up Blaine, I look back down at the floor. The door opens and both of us look up to see the gang walking in. Principal Figgins resumes his seat at his desk, while both my and Blaine's parents take the couch opposite us. Mr. Shue and Sawyers father stand toward the back. Sue went to stand behind Figgins, glaring at the both of us. Really, why was she here?
"We've come to a decision boys. Mr. Anderson, It was decided that you did nothing to elicit the behavior of one Sawyer Wingler, and because of this, you will be saved from any punishment. Mr. Puckerman, it was decided that a punishment of one week's worth of detention is suitable, as the fact of Mr. Wingler's actions encouraged such a response from yourself. You will, however, apologize to Sawyer, and fists will not be used in the future."
Relief swept over both of us, and we both thanked our principal.
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Sawyer returned to school the next day. In between fourth and fifth hour, while I was at my locker, he, flanked by two other hockey members, came marching up to me. I saw them coming and smiled. I whistled and Finn and Mike materialized at my side (the two of them had been following me closely throughout the day). Sawyer didn't look happy when he realized he didn't have the upper hand, but he still came over never the less.
"Did I insult your boyfriend yesterday? He was begging, but I just wouldn't let him suck my cock."
He and his two friends laughed at the (was that supposed to be a joke?) joke he just made.
"Fuck off Wingler, or I'll knock you out cold again."
His smile disappeared and was replaced by a sneer quicker than I thought possible.
"Go ahead and try it again. I'll fucking destroy you."
I laugh, "Destroy me huh? Right."
He steps closer to me and gets within inches of my face. On most people, this action would have made them cower with fear, but I don't even flinch as he gives me what's supposed to be a death stare.
Suddenly there's a hand between us and Sawyer is pushed away from me. I'm very surprised to see one Dave Karofsky standing between me and Sawyer. He scowls and shoves Karofsky's hand away. "What the fuck are doing Karofsky?"
"Stopping another fight, dumbass. Get over yourselves and stop freaking out."
Sawyer answers with an angry, "That bitch fucking punched me. He isn't going to get away with that."
"Because you shoved his teammate and called his friend a fag."
"Since when does Karofsky care about the glee club? Since when do you stand up for fags?"
"Since Puckerman here did, and when Chang and Hudson did too. I realized that being a dick like you get's a person about as far as Lima for the rest of their lives. Grow the fuck up Wingler."
Karofsky stares down Sawyer, and after what feels like forever, the hockey captain turns and motions for his friends to follow him. He calls from over his shoulder, "Stay away from me you cock-lover lovers."
I turn to Karofsky and offer my hand. He takes it and shakes it. "Thanks dude."
"No problem," was his simple answer. "You need help with him again, you just ask. See you at practice." He walks away from us and towards his next class. The last few minutes definitely did not go how I had imagined they would. First, where was the beating in Sawyer's face by myself, Finn, and Mike? And second, how the hell did Karofsky get involved?
Both Finn and Mike looked as mystified as I did, but we all shrug it off and continue on to our next classes.
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Karofsky coming to my aid haunted me for the next couple of days. Why would he go out of his way to defend me? What could he possibly gain from helping me out? Sticking his neck out on the line for me? I thought about it often, but could never come up with an answer. I didn't think it was about friendship; Dave hadn't tried talking to me since.
I brought up the topic to Blaine once while we were hanging out doing homework at his house. He had sort of unofficially became my tutor, helping me through almost all my classes, and my grades were improving because it. When asked about Karofsky, Blaine told me he was gay, which successfully floored me. Small world. Blaine had also said that he always got weird looks from the football player, and had caught him staring at him a couple of times in class. So maybe Karofsky came to my aid because I came to the aid of his crush? Great, more fucking competition (not that I couldn't take him).
After talking about Karofsky, we had gotten onto the topic of Kurt. Blaine had ended up hanging out with Kurt over the school week, and I got the impression it didn't go very much better than their last date. Same old controlling, possessive, Kurt trying to paint a picture of a happy couple. This time, however, Blaine said he played along. If Kurt wanted to act all normal than so would he and Blaine said he was laughing at how fake everything they were doing was. Of course, only he out of the two of them realized it. I was proud of Blaine for this, at how he found his own way of making sure Kurt wasn't controlling the relationship. After all, Blaine was making fun of him the whole time and the taller teen couldn't even tell. Thank god. I thought. There's the confident and out-going Blaine again.
I still wanted to find out about Karofsky, though. So the day after my talk with Blaine, I talked with Santana. About halfway through the conversation, she gasps and turns to me. "Fuck, Puckerman! Karofsky!"
Confused, I say, "Yeah I know? So anyway, Blaine said he was looking at him,"
She shushed me and started rocking in her chair. We were by ourselves in the back of the study hall room, out of earshot of most students.
"Oh my God, Puck," she whispers. "I totally forgot about Dave, He's gay!"
"I just told you that. What are you getting at?"
"David's gay, Noah. He wasn't glad you aided Blaine because he's crushing on Blaine, it was because the person he is crushing on told him to defend you!"
Not catching along I give her a shrug.
"Kurt!" she whispers fiercely.
Realization hits me like a stone. Kurt could have told Karofsky to help defend me because I helped defend Blaine. And why would Kurt and Karofsky be talking? BECAUSE THEY'RE FUCKING CHEATING TOGETHER!
"Santana!"
"I know, I'm on it. Today could be the day that Kurt is outed for the fraud he is."
She stands up and starts walking away.
"Wait! What are you doing? Can I help?"
She gives me a wicked smile and laughs. "Just let me do my thing."
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The rest of the day goes by in a whirl. I kept thinking Dave Karofsky…Dave Karofsky!… It was DAVE KAROFSKY! Over and over in my head. I couldn't help but both hate and love the guy. I knew it was horrible of me, but really I couldn't help it. I hated that he stole Kurt away from Blaine, something that was causing Blaine extreme pain. But on the other hand, this pushed Blaine onto myself, and hopefully I could give him more than Hummel could ever give.
A school day has never flown by so fast. I continuously tried to hunt down Santana between hours, and sometimes during, but it was as if the Latina had disappeared from school. This was of course an option I considered she'd do, but I still looked for her regardless. I also kept the closest eye possible on Karofsky, and though I noticed nothing out of the ordinary, he seemed to always be in a good mood. Cause he's fucking Hummel I would add to myself.
So before I knew it, it was already time for Glee Club. I walked in to see Blaine, as usual, sitting next to Kurt and Mercedes, and I couldn't help but to smile when I could instantly see the fake laughter, fake flattery, fake everything he was giving to Kurt. The dumb boy didn't notice the subtle ridicule, but Mercedes looked a tad bit uncomfortable. When neither was looking he caught my eye and gave a tiny wink, something that could somehow make my entire day (if it hadn't already been made.)
I took another sweep of the room only to find the very person I was looking for. Santana was sitting in the back corner with a huge, triumphant smile on her face. I made my way over to her, asking what happened silently. She widened her smile in response, and as I sat down next to her she starts laughing, but it quickly turns into a powerful whisper.
"We fucking got him, Puckerman."
"So Kurt has been cheating on Blaine with Karofsky?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't we tell Blaine right now? Out Kurt here!"
"No, we need to wait till tomorrow. I'm getting a friend of a friend to fax me some of the text conversation between Kurt's cell and Dave's cell. When we tell Blaine, it will be with undisputable proof."
I don't like waiting, but I'd rather be able to tell Blaine with hard proof then without it.
"So you get them tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'd say we tell him to meet us at the Lima Bean an hour before school. Then we let him decide what he wants to do. If he wants to make this private, fine, the fight of the century can go down witness less. But hopefully he does it tomorrow during Glee." She gives a malicious smile.
"Blaine could be breaking up with Kurt this time tomorrow…"
"Yes, and then you can finally fuck his brains out."
"Jesus Christ Santana, keep it down would you?"
"Oh come off it, it's so easy to tell that you're in love with him. I'd be surprised if anybody in this club didn't already know."
"Love? Whoa no… the Puckerman doesn't do love. I cannot believe-"
She cuts me off. "Please Puck, you used to give me the same look every time you wanted to have sex with me, but now it's just more intense. Seriously, you plainly eye fuck him every time you look at him, I don't know how someone could not notice."
I sputter out a few incoherent words trying to get one of the many thoughts in my head out through my mouth. The main thought, however, was how glad I was that this was a whispered conversation. This was not one of those times I wanted to be overheard.
"Relax, I was joking OK? These people are too stupid to realize that shit. Well, I already told Brit, but the three of us are the only people that know. And I'm all for the two of you, but you do know he believes you to be impossibly straight right?"
"Most of the world does..." I grumble out
All throughout Glee, I couldn't help repeating to myself what she said. "Oh come off it, it's so easy to tell that you're in love with him."
Love. Love? No, I knew that Noah Puckerman - that I - didn't do love. Didn't "fall in love." But hey, I didn't think Noah Puckerman would want to fuck another dude either. But still…love? Isn't that something you have to spend years building up? Isn't that something that comes as you start to know a person inside out, start sharing all of yourself with someone. Blaine and I were just starting our journey, not even officially dating. No I just wouldn't admit it. I just couldn't be. Noah Puckerman was not in love!...yet.
A/N – So, Blaine finds out next chapter. Does that mean Puck will finally reveal his feelings? Will they both be getting some action? Read my next update to find out!
But first, what did you think about this chapter? Was Puck right to defend Blaine? Do you like where their relationship is going? How do you think Blaine is going to react? Any songs you think will be appropriate for him to sing to Kurt?
AND, I'm brainstorming ideas for the story I'm going to do after this one (even though this one is a long way from over, don't you worry!)I was wondering if people would read a Blaine/ Wes fic with a side of Sam? Yes? No?
