May I present to you, Aaliyah's lullaby's longest chapter yet and what I'm fairly certain, marks the halfway point of this story.
I sincerely apologize to everyone who may get confused reading this chapter. it was a tough job differentiating between present day puckerson and past puckerson, but hopefully i did it right.
Chapter 10:
I Remember
~*~*EMPIRE-STATE-BUILDING*~*~
The 15 minutes that followed the boys agreement to accept magical help from their friend was spent in utter silence. Splattered blood continued trickling down the metallic stairwell of the grand building, claw marks decorated the walls and steps and a morbid atmosphere polluted the air.
Blaine mutely observed the scene around him in horror. Now that his anger had been dispelled and the adrenaline evaporated, his mind was quickly catching up to him, and it wasn't liking what it was processing. It looked like someone had set free two caged and hungry animals and the two wild, enraged beast fought violently to the death. If the sight wasn't bad enough, the knowledge that he was one of those rabid creatures made him feel dirty and nauseous. He had never in a million years lost control like he had just done and it petrified him. And this wasn't the only time he had lost control of his composure and lashed out. Just yesterday, he had tried to punch Sam in the face back at his house. Blaine had always been opinionated and defensive and those traits threw him into a lot of arguments and squabbles but never had he ever felt the impulse to be physically violent. This mutation of his DNA was turning him into something he didn't like, and quite frankly feared. It was turning him into a monster. It was a hard thing to digest, but he did so, hoping that admittance was the first step towards recovery.
Puck had his head between his knees as he sat as far away from the other two as possible, which given the narrow confided space they were in, was not far enough away at all. His emotions were spinning like a tornado inside of him. Since becoming a werewolf, everything felt extreme and intensified and he had trouble differentiating his feelings. His regret for attacking Blaine blended effortlessly into the anger he initially felt, while his weeks worth of confusion of his dad's death mixed easily with his anxiety to find out the answers. All in all, his whirlwind of emotions was making him angry, irrationally and uncontrollably angry and he needed to calm himself the fuck down. Blaine was right about one thing, Puck was dangerous. A simmering volcano that threatened to erupt at anytime and Puck feared about who would be in the firing line when it happened and eventually got burned.
Santana, being the selfish bitch she was, didn't really care about the boys inner turmoil's and angst. If they wanted to eat each other or whatever to release their pent up frustration, then so be it. Rather they attack and battle with an opponent which had the equal amount of strength to take on the challenge. What Santana didn't like however, was the walking on eggshells aspect of being around them as they growled at each other while everyone had to just sit back and hope not to get hurt in the processes. So if she could practice some magic while conveniently helping the beasts with some deep rooted troubles, perfect.
So for the whole 15 minutes, Santana sat with her nose in her book of shadows, like a dork, and read the summary, incantation and preparation for the 'Forget-me-not' charm. Luckily, it looked pretty easy. No outside instruments were needed, no physical pain would be experienced and the words that needed to be spoken seemed short and easy to memorize. If fact, all she needed was her voice, and two willing participants to be connected skin to skin.
"The book says you should fuck each other." Santana said flatly as she whipped her head up, effectively breaking the silence. Both boys didn't seemed thrilled at the idea at all. "To become one, one's cock should be fitted snugly inside the other." she pretended to read aloud. "Sorry, boys, I don't make the rules, I don't make the rules."
"The book doesn't say that, Santana." Blaine huffed and rubbed his face roughly with his palms.
"Yes it does!" Santana shouted defensively. "Why the fuck would I make this shit u- hey give that back!" she screamed as Puck snatched the book from her hands. Her efforts to retrieve it were futile though as Puck easily held her back at arms length as his hazel eyes scanned the page.
"No it doesn't. It just says skin to skin contact." Puck reassured Blaine, who looked a lot less pale than he was 10 seconds ago. "We can just hold hands or some shit."
Santana grabbed her book back when Puck offered it out to her and she fell back in her position with a pout on her face. "How is that any less gay? If I'm doing this favor for you, where the hell are my benefits? I needs me some ass action and I needs it NOW!" She exclaimed, yet both boys rudely ignored her as Blaine got to his feet, sat next to Puck, unfortunately fully clothed, and grabbed his hand. "I hate you both." she said childishly before becoming serious and looking at them both.
"I need you to relax your minds." she instructed in a mystical voice that she probably didn't need to use. "Allow your brains to open up, greet the invitation to explore." the tips of her fingers began to tingle as the magic within her awoke. "Accept the journey that awaits you and welcome it graciously. Let your minds go completely blank and just feel the connection of the hand of your partner. Your trusted partner." luckily the boys had instinctively closed their eyes so they were unaware of Santana rolling her eyes at the preparation and quickly becoming slightly bored and took out her cell to snap a picture of them, gaying it up.
"I'm going to take you boys back to the night of the shooting stars, is that alright?" she asked in a normal voice and both boys nodded. "It seems to be when certain weird things began happening. You ready?" they nodded again and Santana wasn't sure who initiated it, but one of the boys hands tightened around the other. "I cast this spell in hopes you remember, events that followed the stars in November. May the lost be found as you connect the dot, as you remember a past that you long since forgot."
The effects were instant. Both boys went pale and rigid as they inhaled deeply and then went completely limp. Santana looked on in amazement at the unconscious men for a second before slyly grabbing Blaine's free hand and placing it on Puck's cock and turned Puck's head in to nuzzle the crook of Blaine's neck before snapping yet another picture.
When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye,
Not a single word was said,
No final kiss to seal any sins,
I had no idea of the state we were in,
Puck and Blaine fell heavily onto something that felt and smelt suspiciously like grass. As neither experienced any pain due to the collision, they both assumed they had arrived in the dream like state of a memory. Jumping to their feet, they scanned the area and quickly processed the scenery as the football field of McKinley high. It was dark and loud, chatter coming from all directions as students gathered to watch the skies come alive. They had made it.
"Liam is going to be so jealous." Blaine whispered in awe as he continued looking around in hopes to find his group. Noone paid them any attention what so ever and it quickly became apparent that they were invisible to the people of the past, no more than mere ghosts.
"Blaine?" Puck said quietly, grabbing the dapper man's attention. "I'm fucking so sorry dude." the words came out just as Blaine was enveloped in Puck's arms, startling him. "You have no idea how much this means that you're doing this for me. You're a cool kid and I've been nothing but an asshole to you." Puck's muffled voice said.
"Hey, look at me." Blaine said, pulling out of the hug. "Us WereBeasts stick together. I understand and you understand, no harm done." Blaine reassured with a dazzling smile, relieved to finally get rid of the thick tension. "And Puck, know matter what we see here, I wont judge you." he promised.
Puck opened his mouth to respond, but an all too familiar voice reached the hazel eyed boys ears. "So you bitches are my new home-girls, home-boys and homo's for the night?" snapping around, Blaine and Puck looked on as the past projections of Santana and Brittany strolled right past them and over to an ignited trashcan. Puck looked down at Blaine who nodded and both followed the lesbians over to a group of people.
Them!
Puck and Blaine from two months ago sat on the lightning struck tree trunk with a nervous and quiet Kurt sitting next to Blaine as Santana began informing the group that she kept things real and got away with it because she was hilarious.
"This is so fucked up." Puck whispered into Blaine's ear and all the shorter boy could do was nod with his mouth hanging open. "This is the first time we all got to meet each other. The day before Mr. Shue recruited us for Glee."
"Hummel?" Puck from the past asked shy Kurt"You happen to be related to the dude who owns the garage?"
Puck felt a pain pang in his chest as he watched his now-friend completely ignore his other self. He had been told numerous times that he took his friendship with Kurt for granted and Puck always laughed over it. He couldn't ever imagine Kurt ever deserting him, not for long at least. But this, watching a one sided interaction as Past Puck tried to wheedle a response out of Kurt by mentioning his broken truck, only to be given the cold shoulder was a complete smack in the face.
"I don't think he meant to come off so rude." the real Blaine reassured him as he watched Puck with empathetic eyes. "He had a problem with straight boys back in the day and add the whole love thing, he probably didn't want to embarrass himself or you."
"Still hurts." Puck mumbled, kicking a patch of grass in front of him with his eyes downcast.
Blaine didn't answer back, unsure of what to say. He was still completely confused over Kurt and Puck's relationship and doubted Puck himself knew entirely, so instead he watched on as the principle came over to the group to check on them. Blaine remembered how elegant and formal Principle Figgins seemed to be that day and realized that he had since to act in the same manner. As the Indian man floated away, Santana deemed him a drug taking pedophile.
"You can't just accuse someone of that. If someone were to over hear you, you could land that man in a whole heap of drama and trouble" Past Blaine chastised Santana and the real dapper boy rolled his eyes at his uptight behavior. It really was a strange and peculiar sensation, watching yourself and getting a rough estimate of how you come across to other people. Blaine knew he was well educated and had experienced the finer things in life, but watching his own overly formal behaviour was slightly embarrassing.
"The beginning of the legendary Blantana feud." the real bronzed wolf pointed out.
Both ghosts from the future watched on as the group continued mingling with one another. Puck was talking to Finn and Sam while Blaine was talking to Brody before Kurt and Santana brought up his ex boyfriend, Sebastian Smythe.
"I'm so sorry, it was like two months ago." Kurt gasped sadly when the past dapper boy questioned Kurt relationship with Sebastian, only to find out that they slept together at one point while the Dalton boy was still with the now-panther.
Past Puck coughed out the word 'slut' in referral to Kurt and after a bit of banter, Santana ignored him to continue talking to the pale boy.
"Why did you do it?" the real Blaine asked his friend.
"I don't know. I think I was just trying to get him to communicate with me somehow, either to answer my questions or tell me to go suck a dick or something." the wolf replied with a shrug. In all fairness, he had completely forgot he had done the douche move. Continuing his observation, the big conversation came up were Kurt told Santana that he was in love with him. Something the past Puck heard as well.
"All or nothing" Kurt whispered sadly, tears collecting in his eyes. The Real Puck, on instinct, walked over and knelt between the projections of Santana and the teary eyed boy and just watched him. Puck hated seeing Kurt cry, he had often said, only to himself, that watching something as pure looking as Kurt cry was like seeing an innocent deer get hunted. It felt immoral and wrong.
"Would you change it?" Blaine asked from behind him as Puck continued looking in Kurt's face. "If you had the option not to have heard the confession, would you have changed it?"
"Yes" Puck answered immediately as he got back to his feet and tried to shake off the awful feeling from his body. "I would have found out eventually because he is really bad at hiding it, but I would have liked to of found out on Kurt's terms. When he was ready."
He vaguely heard Rachel's screechy voice tell them to look up at the sky before his skull felt like it had been split open as tremendous pain overtook him and he fell on all fours. As he tried opening his eyes, he saw Blaine on the ground next to him, clutching his head as the ghosts from the past and the scenery became a massive blur.
"What the hell is happening!" Blaine yelled, his voice broken in pain.
"Boys, relax your minds" Santana's misty voice came from nowhere yet everywhere. "There's a barrier here that the spell is trying to tear down, I need you to focus on letting it"
It was easier said than done. It was almost impossible for both boys to focus on anything beside the pain that was coursing through their skulls. Somehow, is if guided by an invisible force, Blaine's hand found Puck's and instantly the pain faded.
I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness,
And a wandering eye, and heaviness in my head,
But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
"Together we'll become the protectors of light, Saving the world as it falls into night."
The chant like sentence reached their ears before either one of them could scramble to their feet and once they had, they saw absolute chaos.
Principle Figgins body crumpled to the ground, the weather went crazy in a downpour of rain that neither boys remembered happening, something small and shiny hit Sam in the back and sent him flying onto past Blaine's lap while everyone began screaming. But the main thing the memory invaders focused on was themselves, Kurt and Santana. Chanting at same chorus over and over again.
"What-?" Blaine started in complete terror.
"Dunno Dude." Puck answered as he watched the scene play out. This was mental. It was crazy. He had no recollection of this and looking at it now, it didn't even feel like it was him he was watching. It felt like he had been teleported inside an action movie and he had no idea who the cast were. Seeing himself doing things that he never knew he did was a complex and confusing thing.
"GUYS, RUN!" Sam frantically screamed, ordering their friends to back away from the tree trunk.
"Puck, I don't like this. I'm scared. What's going on?" Blaine shouted over the loud winds and shouts of horror from their friends in the past.
Puck had no answer, had no clue what was happening. All he knew was that something massive was occurring. Something they wasn't allowed to remember.
"It's them." Sam voice came to them and Blaine and Puck had just enough time to look at the blonde boy's wide eyes before turning back to their past selves and witnessing a terrifying sight. A rogue bolt of lightning crashed down and smashed into the already maimed tree truck, sending everything in whiteness.
When was the last time you thought of me?
Or have you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong,
The more I do, the less I know,
Once the bright blinding light faded Blaine and Puck's equilibrium wobbled at not only what they had just witnessed but by the sudden scene change. Their new environment seemed to blend into two completely different rooms. One side had red walls decorated with posters of naked woman which Puck instantly recognized as his bedroom, while the other side was ornamented with tiles, a sink, a tub and a shower; The Berry's bathroom.
"What the hell happened to us?" Blaine mumbled once his brain was able to form coherent words again.
"We got zapped by lightning bro." Puck said in awe as he looked over at his side of the room, his eyes narrowing on his bed, or more specifically, the shifting duvet. "Wanna see my cock Anderson?" Puck asked as realization dawned on him.
Blaine frowned at the question in confusion at looked over at his Were companion. In doing so, his eye naturally shifted behind him to the movement and to his horror, he came face to face to a blissfully unaware Past Puckerman in the nude whilst taking care of his aroused state. Blaine had never personally found Noah Puckerman as attractive as everyone made out. Yes, the wolf was easy on the eye, but not Blaine's type at all, but Blaine was a gay teenager and when confronted with a handsome man pumping away at a considerable sized appendage, it was hard to look away. Much to Puck's amusement.
"I'm so sorry." Blaine squeaked as Puck's chuckle broke him out of his stupor. He ducked his head and willed his darkening blush away.
"No problem dude. I'm comfortable with my sexy ass bod. Besides, it is my memory and I do spend an unhealthy amount of my time emptying my sack. You were bound to see it sometime." Puck provided, his voice and posture calm and relaxed, completely shameless. "But all's fair in love and war right?" Puck said mysteriously.
Blaine was about to ask what he meant until he noticed that Puck wasn't actually looking at him, but rather behind him. Spinning around so fast that he almost lost balance, Blaine saw himself enter the Berry's bathroom and strip completely naked. The real Blaine gasped in shock and darted over to the wolf to try shield his eyes and preserve his own dignity.
"No fair, Anderson!" Puck whined and pushed Blaine's hand from over his eyes. "Not bad dude. A dick like that needs putting to good use." he praised as he shamelessly stared at the naked form of past Blaine as the projection examined his collarbone in the mirror. The real Blaine, red as a tomato, almost died of embarrassment but decide not the justify the comment with a response.
"Why are we so calm? Shouldn't we be freaking out or something?" Blaine asked as he stared at his relaxed other self walk into the shower.
"Shouldn't we be dead?" Puck asked, allowing Blaine some privacy and watching his side of the room where a phone call from a mystery person interrupted his good time.
They continued watching themselves, Blaine showering and Puck and Sarah conversing for a while until something amazing happened. At exactly the same time, Blaine gasped as Puck let out a low whistle as each beast watched their retrospective selves manipulate water and fire.
"How is that even possible?" Blaine asked in awe as he places his hand under the whirlpool of water that danced in the shower. His hand made no contact with the droplet's even as he waved them about. Of course, he almost laughed, he was no more than a ghost. Puck however, did laugh, very loudly, causing Blaine to jump in fright.
"How is this possible?" Puck repeated through a chuckle. "You are a WerePanther, inside a memory cast by a lesbian witch while on a mission to wake up the world, and you ask how this is possible?"
Blaine had no time to answer as the bathroom / bedroom combo room faded away to make way for a new scene.
But I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness,
And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,
Blaine could safely say he had no memory of this what-so-ever. The room they were in looked completely unfamiliar but he assumed it belonged to Sam Evans as his eyes fell upon himself, Puck, Santana and Kurt lounging on and around a bed with the blonde boy looking at them in bewilderment while Santana bitched at him.
"Sam's room." Puck supplied unnecessarily. "Dude has comics under his bed instead of porn. Just saying." Blaine actually laughed at the look of disappointment on the wolf's face.
"You lost me at powers-" Sam said to Santana after the Latina described their morning.
"You and me both." the real Blaine muttered as he watch in awe as Santana gained her power to control wind and started talking about farts.
He sat on the bed next to his past self as it wrestled playfully with Santana. As Kurt asked Samuel a question, the real dapper boy turned to Sam's form, expecting an answer. What he saw made the blood in his veins run cold. Sam was looking at the other him with such an intense look on his face that it made the real Blaine shiver. Sam's green eyes twinkled as he watched on, a small smile set in place and Blaine's body went into auto pilot and climbed off the bed and moved over to sit right in front of the blonde. He was completely stunned, he had never seen Sam look so human before. The Sam he knew never had life in his eyes, all that was there was loss, grief and sorrow, but right here, in his hidden past, Sam's green orbs sparkled with mischief, life and something else that Blaine couldn't place. He was faintly aware of a conversation being had about Shakespeare when Sam moved through him and turned on his computer, breaking him out of his attempted mystery solving.
"Sorry my computers a bit slow, it'll only take a couple more minutes" Sam apologized to the others.
"Take your time, I quite enjoy being in the company of a funny, smart, sexy man" the real Blaine gaped at his other self was the words left his lips.
WHAT? He felt like someone had just sucker punched him in the gut and left him winded. What had he just said? To a straight man that he had only just met? The feeling didn't ease either as he watched, stunned, as he and Sam shot flirty remarks at each other, each becoming more vulgar than the last. He felt sick.
"This isn't real." Blaine gulped as he tore his eyes away from Sam to look at the Puck he knew, who was watching him silently. "This-this is a joke that Santana has set up." he was finding it difficult to breath. "Puck, I don't know if I can watch anymore. This is fake. The headaches we got a few scenes back was Santana changing the spell.
Puck didn't know what to say. Besides, he kind of thought Blaine was over reacting a little bit over this whole thing. It was only flirting for fucks sake, and his boy was an alright looking guy. Blaine should appreciate Sam chatting him up. But the friend in him won out and instead of verbalizing anything, Puck simply moved behind a trembling Blaine and cocooned him in his arms as they silently watched Sam talked them through a prophecy explaining human stars, powers and a mission to bring back the sun. His arms tensed up excessively in anger as he watched the projections corner Kurt after things were explained. He stared darkly at himself as his past form began calling Kurt out on his shit while the other three backed him up, causing Kurt to explode and leave the room and probably the house. Looking at himself as an outsider, Puck felt disgusted in himself. Is that how everyone else viewed him earlier in the week during the whole blowjob scandal? If so, he didn't blame any one of them for the treatment they gave him. He was a fucking jackass.
"This is real, Blaine." Puck begrudgingly admitted.
They watched, mainly in silence apart from the odd comment here and there as the scenes changed sporadically around them. Blaine became in awe of a bubble room his past self had created with his sister while Puck looked on proudly as he saw himself practice and slowly master the art of creating fireballs. There came an uncomfortable memory for Puck, but only due to Blaine's reaction. When Puck's living area came into view and Finn posed the question, "Ok, if you had to, like fate of the world depended on it, who would you sleep with, Hummel or Anderson?" Sam had instantly said Blaine, saying, "Simple, if I ever become bi-curious or anything, Blaine has features that I would like. OK, I understand that this is gonna sound totally gay but whatever, Blaine has a really nice arse, Dudes. And his eyes are gorgeous, but those are just physical things, on an emotional level we just connect well," Puck had nearly snorted with laughter until he looked over at Blaine who was observing the thing with a deep blush and a stone faced expression. Puck had no idea what he was thinking.
Discomfort continued for Puck when they found themselves in Kurt's dad tire shop and he had to endure the tale of how Kurt fell in love with him. Although he knew the vampires current feelings, Puck had had no idea that it had been a seven year battle from the day they met. Knowing someone pined over him for years would usually have Puck brimming with pride, but when it involved a person he knew well, connected with emotionally, it made him feel a little sick. Seven years of pain, all for falling in love with the wrong sort of boy. Puck found himself not liking the man in front of him more and more as he watched on.
Heartache and joy both played dominate roles when they stumbled upon a broken and bloody Kurt and nursed him back to good health with TLC and a shoulder to cry on. It also showed a wall crumbling down around Kurt, finally allowing Puck in. the real Puck's cheeks hurt from smiling so much as he watched. It had been along time since a smile felt so natural. In scenes like this, the real Blaine preferred watching the wolf's reactions rather than the memory. Kurt wore his heart on his sleeve and was ultimately an open book, but Puck was usually guarded and hard to read and nobody truly knew or understood how Puck felt about Kurt. This was an interesting insight in itself.
"Guys. You need to see this, NOW!" came Sam's frantic voice as the scene morphed from basement to school parking lot. The real Blaine and Puck didn't need to move an inch as their ghosts ran through the school as the memory just dragged them along, all the way into the cafeteria.
And then Puck saw her.
"Jamie?" he frowned as he came face to face with his ex girlfriend who belonged nowhere near his school, her hair fully purple rather than highlighted. In the reality he knew, he hadn't met the girl before him for at least another few weeks or so, in a completely different environment where Brittany and Santana turned up with her on his doorstep.
"You're a star!" his retrospective self said..
"And you're dead"
The puzzled and curious cat walked over to stand by the confused wolf and they watched as the cafeteria came alive with mayhem. Students dashing for sealed exits, Jamie pouncing on Kurt, Santana shouting about the girl possessing the power of super speed and than, much to both Blaine's horror, a vicious attack on Rachel that left her motionless on the floor.
"I don't understand. If she's a star, why do we know her in our reality?" Blaine voiced the question on Puck's mind. The wolf just watched on as a purple blur whizzed around, causing destruction until finally coming to a gruesome end under Blaine's frozen hand. Both boys watched as she disintegrated into ash, leaving a small shining star behind. "She isn't even human herself Puck." Blaine whispered solemnly as his ghost and the others ran from the school.
A fight with another star followed a weird scene of Santana getting possessed and communicating with some chick called Luna, Kurt's mom and Puck's nana. The star was called Jason and could turn into the loved ones of whoever challenged him, making it almost impossible for them to attack. The boys watched as Past Puck and Blaine and Santana tried and failed to take over the man and Puck stared on with balled up fists as Kurt released seven years of pain on a mirror image of him, effectively killing the star in Puckerman form.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Blaine offered, smiling empathetically at the wolf.
"I'm sorry Kurt had to go through it." Puck responded flatly as the figure of Dave Karofsky appeared and Kurt claimed his loyalty as Karofsky's boyfriend to the world. Jealousy lapsed at Puck's insides at the scene.
They watched as Blaine got asked to leave the Berry's house due to fear and the dapper boy meeting his biological mother, Shelby. The real Blaine began to cry silently as he viewed his mother take him away and offer him her home. Puck grabbed hold of Blaine's hand throughout the whole scene and Blaine was too choked up to expression his gratitude to the wolf.
But don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
"Ok, bitches, you all gotta play it until the end since you've agreed, so you have to kiss whoever it lands on." Santana demanded as the scene transformed back to Kurt's basement where a party seemed to be in full swing.
"This can't be good." the cat muttered. "Not with Santana at the wheel."
He was right.
He watched with a knot in his stomach as Sam span the bottle and it landed on him. With bated breath, he observed his past self look up at Sam with a shudder inducing lustful look and then pounce. Blaine couldn't watch, had no desire to see what he had forgotten for a reason, but his hazel eyes refused to leave the projection. His other self was kissing Sam fucking Evans, and not just kissing, but making out. And he looked like he was enjoying it favorably, Sam also, from the way he went in for more. Blaine felt sick and his head hurt in confusion. How could he crush on the blonde in one life and completely not notice his existence in another?
Luckily, the shine was taken off him when after a small argument, Kurt and Puck were dry fucking each other against the wall, moaning and groaning like they were the only people around.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Blaine asked Puck, his eyes still on the scene before him, which even the cat had to admit, was pretty hot.
"Can this get anymore personal?" Puck replied, his brows drawn together in a frown as he watched himself play with Kurt's emotions with sex, once a-fucking-gain.
"Are you sexually attracted to Kurt?" Blaine asked cautiously. "Like full on sexual desire for him or is sex just sex and you see him as nothing more than a hole or a quick lay?" he probably could have worded it better, but his head was still reeling from his own discoveries.
"I see him as Kurt." was all Puck said. Blaine didn't question further, wasn't able to actually, as the location around them morphed once more.
They were in a dark building, tied to chairs with two girls and a boy talking to them about relationships. On closer inspection, Blaine and Puck realized that their kidnappers were Toni and Melissa Lockhart and a black haired Ollie.
"Stars as well, no doubt." Blaine supplied as they watched the room spin and crash to the ground before their ghosts climbed out of the rubble to see Santana, Kurt and Sam waiting for them. They floated along as Blaine took everyone back to their homes until it was only the past Blaine and Sam to observe in the car. He rolled his eyes at the ongoing flirting and almost choked when he heard himself mutter the words, "Of course I want you to fuck me. You're hot, funny and smart"
And then it happened, after a brief argument with his ex Sebastian, Blaine and, respectfully, Puck sat staring at a wall while the projection of the dapper boy and the blonde played out behind them, the moans evident to what was occurring.
"You know when you receive some horrible news like a close relative has died or something?" Blaine asked flatly, all emotion gone from his voice as he stared blankly at the wall. "That kick to the gut feeling you get where you feel you might die yourself? That's how I'm feeling right now."
"What you going to do once you see him out of the memory?" Puck asked, not risking turning to face his friend in case he got an eyeful of gay sex, although he was more than a little curious to see how Sammy boy handled himself in the bedroom.
"I don't know." Blaine whispered in response. "The feelings I have for him here are completely different to the feeling I have for him back at home and to be honest, I'm struggling to digest the information."
"If it helps at all, I don't think Sam's feeling differ too much from what is happening behind us."
Blaine could hardly compute what Puck had just said when the scene changed and a song hit their ears.
"I have died everyday waiting for you, Darling don't be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years, I'll love you for a thousand more" as both of them shuffled around, they witnessed Kurt singing beautifully with Blaine on the piano. Puck was instantly mesmerized.
"Puck?" Blaine said, voice dead of emotion. The wolf rose his brow to show he was half responsive. "Look at your other self."
Puck ripped his gaze from Kurt and let his hazel eyes find himself and he gulped heavily at the sight. Holding a pencil in his hand, his former self watched Kurt with such a strong intense look on his face that even the real wolf couldn't deny what the look read. Puck from the past had fallen in love with Kurt.
"This wont end well. I'm gonna break him." the wolf whispered sadly as he watched himself walk up to Kurt and verbalize what he already knew.
"I'm in love with you." his ghost said and the real man slumped down the wall in shock. Puck had never ever said that to anyone before, and the way he said it; so true and raw, felt like the wind had been squashed out of him and the wolf had no idea if the feeling was a positive or negative emotion.
Gave you the space so you could breathe,
I kept my distance so you would be free,
And hoped that you'd find the missing piece,
To bring you back to me,
"Oh god, turn around again." Blaine advised as the scene shifted back to Kurt's basement as it became the setting of a sex scene between the new boyfriends.
Obviously, Puck didn't turn around and watched the whole thing. He looked on in intrigue as Kurt sucked his dick like a champ and smiled to himself for knowing exactly how his past self was feeling right now. Kurt really did give good head. He silently praised himself for having a sexy cumshot face as he evidently exploded down the past vampire's throat and he even grinned broadly when he was hard again in seconds and the fucking beautiful view of Kurt lowering himself on his dick became cemented in his brain.
"Although I refuse to intrude on such a private moment between friends." Blaine said as he continued starring at the wall. "But I am curious to know what's happening? Didn't I just hear you relieve yourself?"
"Dude, it's over and we're dressed, fuck knows what your hearing." Puck lied.
Blaine turned around and blanched at the view of Kurt bouncing up and down on his boyfriend's lap. Spinning back around, looking pale, he whispered frantic apologies to Kurt and gave the real wolf a punch in the arm.
The scene shifted, thankfully in Blaine's opinion to a water fountain in Lima Gardens. That tight tense feeling in his stomach returned immediately as he heard the three words tumble from his lips, directed at the blonde form of Samuel Evans.
"I love you." the way it was said, wasn't sweet or romantic, but came out like a factual statement. Nothing more or less, past Blaine loved Sam. Simple as that. "Well I plan to be with you until the very end. I'll still love you, you know."
"I know, and trust me I will love you no matter what. This is real for me, no matter what might happen at the end, I want you to know that I love you and have honestly cared about you from the moment you arrived on that lightning struck tree." the blonde replied and the real cat's composure crumbled completely.
He fell to the floor in broken sobs as his eyes refused to leave the loved up couple skate and sing around the lake. Sam looked at him with such honesty and devotion that it freaked him out completely. He was so confused and disorientated from the images that be barely registered Liam as a star appear and his past self kill him. It only made him cry harder anyway.
At Puck's gasp, Blaine silenced himself as much as the tears would allow as the scene changed to a restaurant.
This is it, Puck thought to himself as he took in his surroundings. There right in front of him, was his ghost, Sarah, Jake and the broken man from the funeral vision, sitting at a table. "My dad. Blaine, this is the memory." Puck informed the sniffing boy, who climbed to his feet and grabbed hold of Puck's hand.
"I'll never judge or leave you." Blaine promised Puck and then frowned as he watched Puck's father gaze into Sarah, his daughter's, cleavage. "Puck, look." he whispered and pointed to the view.
Puck felt the color drain from his face as his hazel eyes locked on the sight, his stomach churning and his anger rising. "He's a pedophile?" Puck asked stunned as an argument erupted in front of them. Blaine tightened the grip on his hand.
"Why should I have too? My son is a superhero who could get hold of the cash easily. I think it's the least I deserve after you've embarrassed me by being a fag" Blaine flinched at the harsh word and Puck's brain was beginning to short circuit.
"Excuse me!" the voice, the familiar sound of authority pierced Puck's eardrums and he snapped his head around to the owner.
"Leo?" Puck whispered in puzzlement as his mentor stormed over and got into the thick of the argument. He watched as his friend blasted his father off his feet, leaving him immobile on the ground. He couldn't think straight at all. Leo was a star? He had seen his father? Did Leo know any of this? The scene played out with a fight between Puck and Leo, which the wolf seemed to be losing.
"I'm practically invincible. But Noah Puckerman, I'll make you a deal" Leo offered and then stated the terms of the deal. Puck went rigid as his ghost was given the chance to kill his own father in turn for saving the world.
Puck watched himself calculate everything in his head. Could practically see the cogs turning as he made his decision. He didn't dare look over at Blaine to see how the cat was reacting to the turn of events. It was like walking into one of his nightmares, the vision from the funeral, as he saw himself crouch down in front of his semi conscious father and practically beg him to give him a reason to save him. His father wasn't salvageable. He insulted, sneered and promised to ruin Sarah with no mercy in his voice what so ever. Puck remained rooted to the spot in fear and shock, but his ghost seemed to become slightly unhinged as he battered away at his old man's face. His father lay motionless, dead, on the floor and Leo pulled the past Puck away.
Puck had his answer. Found out the mystery revolving around his father's death. He and Leo, a stranger, an enemy, had teamed up together and took the life of the man that made him. And now he knew, he wasn't sure if this trip down memory lane was the right thing to do. He was a murderer and this was proof.
"No, Noah!" Blaine snapped, tugging at Puck's arm. Puck realized this was the first time he had ever heard his first name come from the dapper cat's lips. "I know what you're thinking and no. you did the right thing."
"Then why do I feel so awful?" Puck asked gruffly. "I feel sick and confused."
"He was no different from a star." Blaine said adamantly. "Just a human form destroying the world in his own way. In that one act, you've protected yourself and your siblings, not to mention all the other potential victims, Puck. That man was a bad man and all you did was put him out of his misery. His soul and humanity died the day he abandoned you all without a second thought."
And suddenly, Puck felt immensely lighter about his self disgust and grief. Blaine was an opinionated prick at the best of times, so getting his approval was a big thing. "Blaine Anderson, you are probably the wisest man I know." Puck coughed through the lump in his throat.
"Not really a challenge when your best friends are Finn Hudson and Samuel Evans." he teased and then his facial expression hardened at the mention of the blonde.
"Talk of the devil." Puck said as the scene changed to a carnival type location and saw Sam floating down from the roof of what looked like his high school. Everyone was cheering and laughing and he almost missed themselves in the crowd, but once he did, he felt this stomach drop.
The ghost of Blaine was frantic and broken with sobs, Finn was in handcuffs, Santana looked sick and he looked about the same as he dashed to his blonde friend, who was accompanied by a blonde woman, and started screaming in his face.
"What the hell is happening?" Blaine asked as he stood just inches away from himself with Kurt. His ghost looked like it was on deaths doors step, he had never seen himself look so distraught in his life.
"Blaine, Sam's a star." Puck answered as he stared at himself break down in tears as he said goodbye to his blonde friend. Tears welled up in his real eyes as well. "He's sacrificing himself." he choked out.
The noise around Blaine dulled dramatically and became blurred as he felt himself become faint. He barely registered seeing himself run into Sam's arms and beg to die with him. What the hell was going on? He and Sam were willing to die for each other at some point?
He watched on in a daze as Santana killed the blonde while his ghost screamed out in emotional agony. He couldn't process any of this. His brain was numb and he had no idea what was coursing through him as the blonde lady gathered up the group and told them that the memories of the events would be removed from their minds.
Puck watched on through the tears that were summoned in Sam's wake and saw his ghost capture a flailing Kurt.
"Hey, Hey, Look at me" the ghost wolf demanded "This wont change anything, Babe. I'll find you again" he promised and the real Puck tensed at a promise he had never been able to fulfill. "You made me fall in love you once before, you can do it again. You and me. Puckurt. We are endgame. I promise you, we will find each other again"
Through grief or confusion or shock, neither boy knew what caused it, but both felt themselves go weak and the world faded into black.
Why don't you remember?
Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before,
Baby, please remember me once more,
Santana jumped, startled as both unconscious boys jerked awake suddenly. Both were sweating and panting, looking seriously ill as they held each other's hand tightly.
"You boys Ok?" they ignored her. "Did it work?" Puck nodded his head shakily, Blaine just looked dead in the eyes. "Blaine?"
"Leave me alone, please." he asked quietly, looking at neither of them but obviously talking to both.
Puck nodded and shakily got to his feet. As much as he wanted to comfort and support his friend, who had been a great help in the memory, Puck was grateful for the excuse to leave. He had certain people he needed to confront.
Song: Adele - don't you remember.
Next Chapter - the aftermath as Puck hunts down the stars, Sam and Kurt.
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