Author's Note: Here is Chapter 10. I hope you like it. Thanks, as always, to all of you for reading, alerting, and reviewing. My last chapter resulted in the most reviews I have ever had for one chapter and the general consensus seems to be that the smut was good… YAY! Thanks for the feedback. Please feel free to let me know what you think of this chapter. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. And, honestly, I am not sure what I would do if I did. So many possibilities…

Puck's POV

After my dream last night, I couldn't fall back to sleep. I couldn't get my brain to stop whirling with thoughts of Blaine. So, I am basically not up to paying any sort of attention in classes today. Not like I ever do, though, so I am not at all worried. I still have not yet worked out what my first step towards Blaine will be. One thing I do know is that I want to reach out to him. I don't want to ignore these feelings I am having. I need to see what could happen.

I walk into school hoping to catch a glimpse of Blaine. I catch a glimpse all right. Just as I am entering the hallway, I notice Blaine standing at an open locker (which I suppose is his) at the other end of the hall. All of a sudden, I see his body impact the lockers face first. Lucky for him he was able to turn his face to the side so that his cheek made impact rather than his nose. The force of the impact would have most definitely broken his nose. As it is, I am guessing that he is going to have a bruise on his cheek. The rage I feel surging in me actually scares me a little at its intensity. By the time I get to the end of the hall, Blaine is gone. I stand there for a moment, trying to calm down. With a deep breath, I crack my neck and make my way to my first class, promising myself that I will make Leaman pay for shoving Blaine. That is what football practice is for.

As it turns out, I don't see Blaine again until my third period math class which he is a member of. He wasn't in class yesterday, but I am guessing that his transfer wasn't complete until the afternoon when he popped up in the courtyard. Our tables are next to each other's, so it is impossible to stare at him full-on throughout class. But, I am able to sneak glances from the corner of my eye many times. Apparently my cock does not care that it is in class or that I can't look at him decently because it is half-hard all throughout class. When class is over and I am packing my shit in my bag, I feel someone looking at me. When I look up, I see it is Blaine. Our eyes lock and he gives me a little smile which I can't help but return. Then, he turns around and exits the class with a little sway of his ass. Damn! Now I am achingly hard. Fuck.

I don't get to see Blaine at lunch since I have lunchtime detention today. I sit through it pissed that I am missing prime Blaine watching time. Maybe we could have even talked. This sucks. After detention, I catch a glimpse of Blaine turning the corner and then later on I catch yet another glimpse as he enters a classroom. Finally, the last bell rings and I race towards the choir room. Today's practice will be short since there is football and Cherrio practice in a half hour. I am one of the first few to get to the choir room since I rushed, so I slow my ass down as I walk into the room, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm my nerves.

More and more club members enter the room, but no Blaine. Mr. Schue walks in to the room followed by a quickly moving and worried looking Kurt. Still no Blaine. Kurt whispers something to Mr. Schue and his face falls. He gives Kurt a little nod and turns his attention to the group. Kurt sits down and stares at the floor. Fuck. This can't be good.

"Ok guys," Mr. Schue calls out over the chatting voices, "can I have your attention please? Come on, now, settle down. Today is our short practice and we have to get started."

Everyone gets quiet and I notice the others are looking around, looking a little worried and confused. I watch Rachel stand up with her arm raised in the air asking, "Ummm, Mr. Schue? We can't get started without Blaine, right?"

Finn, the jackass, snorts and grumbles, "We don't need him, obviously Glee is not important to him if he can't even make it to his second practice. I knew –"

Mr. Schue cuts Finn off with a disappointed look on his face and responds, "Rachel, Blaine is not going to be here today." Everyone starts talking again, asking "why" and "where is he" and "is he ok". I sit quietly, the anxiety I feel turning my stomach as I keep my eyes locked on Kurt, who looks a cross between pissed (at Finn) and concerned (for Blaine). If I wasn't so worried about Blaine, I would have found the grimace Kurt is sporting to be pretty fucking funny.

"Finn," Mr. Schue continues, "I think you need to spend some time working out why you seem to have an issue with Blaine. Nobody deserves to be talked to or talked about the way you do with Blaine. I will not stand for it anymore. Think before you speak, please."

Finn's mouth drops open in shock and his cheeks turn red. Kurt is smirking and everyone is clapping in approval of Schue's words. I do not say or do anything, waiting to hear what is up with Blaine, the worry making me feel a little nauseous.

"Mr. Schue, if I may?" Kurt murmurs. Schue nods his head and Kurt stands facing everyone. With a sad look on his face he says, "Blaine is not going to be here today because he is at the nurse's office. He got a very hard locker shove this afternoon and he smacked the back of his head against the locker. He passed out for a moment, but luckily I was there so I was able to catch him before he hit the floor. And," Kurt pauses, "I think he got hurt earlier today as well. He has a bruise on his cheek that he tried to cover up, but I could still see it. Anyways, his head was aching and he was dizzy, so I took him to the nurse. She said that he should stay there laying down for a while before heading home. Blaine asked me to apologize to everyone and to let you know that he will be back as soon as possible."

With that, Kurt sits back down and everyone begins to murmur words of concern for Blaine and words of anger towards whoever hurt him. I can't take my eyes off of Kurt and he must feel my eyes on him because he looks at me and our eyes connect. His are curious and surprised. He raises an eyebrow at me and in response I quietly ask, "Hummel, who chucked him into the lockers this afternoon?" My rage is bubbling again, and I think he can see it as he searches my face for a moment. I see his eyes flicker with some unknown emotion for a moment before he gives his head a little nod and responds, "Leaman and his groupies. They seem to have it out for Blaine. They have been giving him crap in class as well, calling him names like… well, you know what I mean."

At Leaman's name I can't keep in the quiet growl that escapes my throat. Only Kurt hears it, though, and I see his eyes flicker with that unnamed emotion again. That is not my concern, though. No. No, my concern is how I am going to fuck up Leaman and his posse of morons during football practice. As much as I want to, I can't just go up to them and punch them like they deserve. I could end up back in juvie. Then, who will protect Blaine? I don't want to ruin whatever chance I may have with him either. So, any vengeance will have to be out on the field. Those assholes are going to regret ever laying a finger on my Blaine. I will make sure of it.

Glee practice ends a little bit later, and I make my way to the locker room. I quietly change into my uniform and pads, keeping an eye on my prey. Once we are out on the field, I make it a point to take down Leaman and his group of bastards whenever possible. I hit them with a lot more force than necessary for practice, but Coach Beiste does not seem to mind. In our last practice play, I manage to take Leaman down one more time. I am still on top of him when Beiste blows her whistle calling practice to an end. I knock on Leaman's helmet and growl in his face, "This is your first and last warning, leave the new kid alone. He is off limits." With one more knock to Leaman's helmet, I get up and jog over to the track. I need to run a few laps to calm down and I need to be away from Leaman right now, or I may do something that could fuck up my life.

I run the track for about twenty minutes. Figuring that the others will have left by now, I make my way back towards the work-out room that is attached to the locker room. When I enter the work-out room I am surprised to hear someone pounding on the punching bag. Curious I quietly make my way around the wall of lockers and stop in surprise. There wearing sweatpants that show off his sweet ass and a wife beater that allows me to see his amazing arms, is a very sweaty Blaine Anderson beating the shit out of the red bag in front of him, curly hair springing every which way. Hottest. Guy. Ever. FUCK.

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