P&B: When I Saw You Chapter 11, a glee fanfic

A/N – Reviews – nellie12, haha hey nellie! And this is true, P&B's relationship starts to really get complicated and developed from now on. Aledda – I'm glad you liked the song! "Also, seriously fuck kurt," thanks for making me laugh lol. Your Editor – THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You have no idea how much it means to me that you're editing this! Sk - : ) I know I wrote a good fic if my writing makes you hate the actual characters while you watch the show, ha! Frelise – I'm glad you got my desired effect! Hating kurt was exactly what I was going for and I was really excited when you said that. Oh, and the spacing out all day comment? That totally makes me feel awesome. I hope I didn't make you wait to long! Siese and eaglegirl1202, I miss your comments! Please don't stop!

Song in here is "Little Miss" by Sugarland. As before, type in youtube, put a space, and then copy/paste this, .com/watch?v=xCj9dRu0ksM

Chapter 11!

(Puck)

I never had driven so fast in my life. How things had progressed to this point was beyond me, but it was pointless to dwindle in the past. Blaine was missing now and it doesn't matter why he had gone missing, I just needed to find him.

Of course I already knew what sparked his disappearance. It was only about 5 short hours ago that shit went down in the auditorium. The scene was scarred into my head, and as I race to my destination parts of the conversation keep repeating in my head.

"Dave is and always will be so sooo soooo much better than you,"" BUT I'M DONE BEING THIS BLAINE"" Don't be pissy because you're the singularly worst boy in the world to date,"

I still get trembles remembering the scene. The entire time I was aching to help Blaine. What Kurt was saying… God I did and still want to break him from limb to limb. Nobody will ever treat Blaine that way again, and I will make sure he never has to feel what he felt today again. He was just so…well, broken as he stood there after Kurt left. It was like he gave up. Looking at him, shaking slightly broke my hardened heart. I wanted to go up there and wrap my arms around him, profess my want, no my need, for him. But then he ran away.

I stared at him as he left the auditorium. Santana had grabbed my arm and pulled me back, telling me he wasn't ready to be talked to yet. Reluctantly I agreed, and had resolved to visit him tomorrow. That plan lasted a whole five hours. Then his parents called me, something that had never happened before. I mean, I had only talked with them 2 or 3 times my whole life. That was another conversation that was repeating in my head as I hit 110 mph down the highway.

"Blaine?"

"Sorry Puck, but this is Blaine's Mom. I was wondering if you knew where Blaine is, actually. He didn't come home when he said he would, and he's not picking up his phone or answering our texts."

"Oh, no I don't. He left practice like five hours ago and I assumed he went home…. Where did he say he would be?"

"Well he called us before school today and specifically said he would be coming home shortly after glee… He told me he would be breaking up with Kurt."

"Umm… He did. But it didn't go so well. He ran out…"

"So they actually broke up…. Why wouldn't he come home then? I thought for sure he would be with you or Santana."

"No, and I know Santana wouldn't be with him she's out of state this weekend. Listen, do you have any ideas of where he would go if he was upset and wanted to be alone?"

"No…. No I tried thinking of them already and all I came up with were his friends."

"I'm going to start looking for him to Mrs. Anderson. And I will find him."

"Thank you Noah. Please call if you find anything out."

Recalling the conversation sent shivers down my spine. Everything from Mrs. Anderson's panicked voice to finding out that Blaine had seemed to disappear from the earth's face freaked me out. But then she called me Noah, and that just plain weirded me out. Why would she call me by my first name? How does she even know my first name?

But those questions quickly became trivial as the fact that Blaine was missing started to sink in. I had immediately called every single person I could think Blaine would go to (i.e. Rachel, Mercedes, Mike, Artie, etc..) and none of them knew where he was. As I heard each one of their shocked and scared voices react to the news, I had gotten more and more freaked out. What if Blaine had gotten into some kind of car accident? What if he had been kidnapped? Murdered? But I kept reminding myself that this most likely was Blaine just hiding out somewhere, given what had just happened that day.

But I was still panicking after I had called all our friends. Where the fuck are you? I had to think outside of the box. Where would I go if I was in his situation? That was easy. I'd go to the park a few blocks from my house. It was Finn's and my spot growing up; we practically spent our entire summers living there. It still was a perfect place to go when I wanted to be by myself. Of course, I would never tell anybody that, and I would deny it if they asked, but still, a man's gotta have his place.

The second place I would go would probably have to be Temple. Of course I wasn't a religious person, but my mom dragged me to Temple every so often, so I was still a recognized face. They always seem to be trying to help me there (why I have no idea, do I look like I need help?) but the best part was that, if you wanted to, you could be left alone. It was always a calm place, and a place I felt safe.

And that's when I started getting on the right track. I had thought about "safe" places to be. Where would Blaine think is a safe place to be. His friends came to my mind first of course, but I had to think deeper. He probably always felt safe at home, and he probably always felt safe at Dalton.

Dalton!

As soon as I had thought it, I was sure. I called his parents back up immediately. Yet again, that was another conversation that wouldn't seem to leave my head as I raced toward Dalton, fearing what I would find there.

"Puck, did you find him?"

"No Mrs. Anderson and I take it you didn't either. What's the possibility he would be at Dalton?"

"Dalton? We'll campus is closed this weekend for Zyleta so he wouldn't be going to see his friends but…"

"So he knows that place is empty. Listen, I feel really strongly about this one, I'm already on my way. I'll call you if he's here."

"Puck, that's a two hour drive and it's almost 10! Let either me or Blaine's father go,"

I had cut her off "Mrs. Anderson I can get there in an hour, I'm practically already a fourth the way there. I'll call you."

"Noah, you-"

I hung up.

So there I was, racing to arrive at Dalton. Throughout the whole trip I was dreading what I would find. I knew Blaine was taking this breakup as badly as possible, so whatever state Blaine would be in wasn't going to be pretty. I was mentally preparing myself the entire drive, ready for whatever it took. I would pretty much be trading my balls in for a vagina because I planned on holding and consoling him the whole fucking night. Fucking Hummel.

I pulled off the highway and navigated the short way to Dalton. Pulling in, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I parked in front of the main entrance, and then hopped out of the car and ran up to door. Praying to God that it would be somehow unlocked I turned and opened it. Looks like my boy knows a bit about breaking in. I smile to myself, before slipping inside and slowly and silently closing the door. The main entrance was a large common area, with four corridors spreading out in different directions. It was easy to guess where he went though, because only one of the four doors was cracked open.

Walking through it, I went down a hallway with lockers on both sides, much similar to McKinley, yet everything looked so fancy. Even in the semi darkness, the lockers looked newer and the floor seemed shinier then at McKinley. A quiet scream of "Private School!" was being screeched at me wherever I looked. Why would he ever leave this place for McKinley? Look, they have paintings hanging up in the hallways? What the fuck is this shit?

I continued to walk until I saw a classroom that had its door wide open. It was at the end of the corridor, and there seemed to be a faint glow emitting from it. I silently walked toward and hovered at the entrance, looking in and examining the room.

The glow was from a handful, about five or six, lamps scattered across the room. They were actually really cool lamps; they had a thin base that extended about five feet in the air, and then broke up into about six different heads, each a different color. There was a blue head, a green one, and there was red, purple, white, and orange. They all glowed their individual colors, so with five or six of these lamps, the classroom was like a sea of different colors glowing off the wall. If the lamps would have been brighter, it would have been a color shock and it most likely would have hurt your eyes. But these lamps glowed extremely delicately, and it was almost beautiful how the room could still be considered dark, but there was enough glow to make out distinct objects.

I continued looking around, and I found what I was looking for in the far corner of the room. Sitting on a mattress (which was on the floor), with his back to the wall and his head in his knees, sat a slightly shaking Blaine. I watched him for a long time, unable to move away or toward the boy. Every so often those tiny shakes he was doing would turn into a spasm, and every time I saw that I cringed away. I needed to help him, and I needed to be helping him about five hours ago. I knew though that once I sat down with him, my entire attention would be on him, so I quietly returned to the main common area and did the only thing I had to do before I had my arms around him; call his parents.

"Puck? Is he there?" Mrs. Anderson asked nervously and quickly. I smile as I realize that we hardly ever say hello or goodbye in any of our phone calls.

"Yeah he's here," I hear a sigh of relief and a murmured "thank God" on the other end of the line. "He's in one of the classrooms. I'm about to go tell him I'm here. Umm, would it be possible if he could stay here for the night?"

"Yes that would be totally fine. Thank you so much for finding him Noah…thank you. Please bring him back in the morning."

"No problem Mrs. A. I'll see you then."

I hang up and smile down at my phone as I sent a text to my mom telling her I won't be home tonight. I then power it off. I'm positive Blaine will have his phone off, so I for sure am going to have mine off to. I creep back to the classroom with the lamps, and knock lightly at the door.

Blaine jumps about five feet in the air and whips his head up to see who was knocking. The shock on his face goes from "oh my god a murderer!" to "Puck

He takes a shaky breath (or maybe he just takes a breath, and they've been continuously shaky lately) and whispers "Puck..? What are you… how are you…." And then breaks down, throws his head back between his knees and starts shaking again, this time much more violently. I'm at his side instantly, and my arms are where they should be in no time. He also wastes no time practically crawling into my lap and squeezing me while he sobs into my shoulder. My hand traces up and down his back, and as time passes his shaking gets more and more controlled. Sitting here like this, having his face between my shoulders and his arms around me and mine around him, is something I wouldn't trade for the world. I hold in each one of the tears that tickle my eyes, as only one of us can be having a breakdown right now. But seeing him like this, totally undone and pretty much emotionally naked, just hurts me, it physically hurts. Still, I have to stray strong, because I'm his fucking badass man who he can count on to NOT also break down. I've held him for about a half hour, yet it only feels like minutes have gone by. His breathing is returning to normal and he's stopped crying. His head has now slouched down under my chin and on my chest.

I want to say so much to him, want to tell him it will be OK. But my words get caught in my throat, and I'm afraid anything I say will upset him. Still, I just need to say something. And then it just happens. Without planning to, without even knowing how that song got in my head, I open my mouth and start singing. I need to get this message across, and maybe this is the best way to do it.

Little miss done on love
Little miss, I give up
Little miss, I'll get tough, don't you worry about me anymore
Little miss checkered dress
Little miss, one big mess
Little miss, I'll take less when I always give so much more

He tenses when I start to sing, but relaxes soon afterwards. He's quiet as he listens to my lone voice. It's different for me to be singing sans instrumentals, but somehow it makes everything rawer, more emotional.

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Yeah, sometimes you gotta lose 'til you win
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It'll be alright again
It'll be alright again, I'm okay
It'll be alright again, I'm okay
It'll be alright again, I'm okay

He lifts his head off my chest and looks up at me. His hazel eyes take my breath away, and I have to pause before I start the next verse. There's curiosity and fear in them, but when he notices that I paused he whispers "don't stop," and I nod my head. I continue to sing while our eyes are locked. It's not in any intense love eye battle way either, he seems to be searching my face, and I just casually sing, while watching him watching me.

Little miss, do your best
Little miss, never rest
Little miss, be my guest, I'll make more anytime that it runs out
Little miss, you'll go far
Little miss, hide your scars
Little miss, who you are is so much more than you like to talk about

He lays his head back into that spot between my neck and shoulders and presses his lips on my neck. He's not exactly kissing me; it's more like his lips are mashed directly against my skin. My hair stands up and I shiver regardless, and I can feel a small smile against my skin.

Hold on

Hold on, you are loved
Are loved...

Little miss, brand new start
Little miss, do your part
Little miss, big old heart beats wide open and she's ready now for love

(Blaine)

His voice sends shivers down my back. His arms around me make it possible to breathe. The way he smells has me smiling into his neck. Everything he's doing right now is making the pain go away. I thought that being by myself, facing this alone, was the best way to handle this. I couldn't have been more wrong. He makes me feel safe, and he makes me feel happy. Somehow, sitting there in his arms, I could forget all about how Kurt makes me feel. I just breathe him in and I'm OK. And his voice. It's by far the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, and there's nothing more I'd rather do than just sit here listening to it forever. Listening to the final chorus has the hairs on my arm stand up. Instead of belting out the final part of the song, he's resorting to his falsetto, hitting the highest notes I've ever heard him attempt. Oh, and they sound perfect.

He finishes the song with one last melismatic note, and then looks down at me. We go back to looking at each other. I don't know what it feels like for him, but it's one of the most comfortable moments I've ever had so close to somebody else. I need to start talking though, before I get too lost in his face and I'm unable to make coherent thoughts.

"You're…you came," I whisper out.

He answers me with a smile and a whisper. "I told you I would be here for you."

He drove two hours to find me. And he didn't even know I was here for sure. I hold him a little tighter, and he must notice; his smile deepens.

He continues. "I wasn't about to sit around when I knew you were in pain. Especially after your parents called and told me you weren't home."

Oh shit. After all that time I had to myself I never once thought I should be telling my parents where I was. He notices my change in face, though, and he shrugs.

"Don't worry, they know where you are now. But, for future reference, they are definitely the freak out kind of parents."

"Thanks…I just didn't want to go home…I didn't want to go anywhere." I'm afraid that if I start talking about, well, anything that happened today, I will start to breakdown again. I'm afraid, but I'm also hopeful that the crying (at least the full blown 30 minute sessions of crying) is done for today. His song did something to me. And he's right of course. It will be alright, and I do have other people who love me. Like the person who I'm currently wrapped around. Besides, I feel safe now. Nothing can hurt me when I'm in his arms. And if there's anybody I feel I can confide in to be 100% understanding and accepting, it's him.

"So why Dalton?" He asks quietly. I can tell by his voice that he's afraid of asking too much, of saying anything hurtful. I understand, he probably thinks I'm on the verge again, and just a tiny poke will send me over. But I'm not, and I want to make him know that.

"I don't know. Dalton was the first place I ever truly felt accepted and safe. I guess I wanted to feel that way now…"

"Well this is a pretty cool place, I'll give you that."

I laugh a bit into his neck before explaining. "This room was practically my home a few years back. This room's teacher, Mrs. Nell, changed my life. She was the first teacher to actually give a damn. The first teacher to actually try and help. I must have spent hours at a time just sitting in this room talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was amazing. The way the room glowed, and her warmth and friendliness, it was just everything Dalton meant to me. And everything…."

He finishes my thought, even if it was wrong, "McKinley isn't."

I don't want to look up at him. I know just by his voice that what I just said most likely hurt him. I squeeze him tighter (seriously he must think I'm trying to like break his ribs) and tell him, "Don't worry, I'm staying at McKinley."

I had thought about it a lot, and it was pretty much the only solution. I still had amazing friends at McKinley, and it wasn't like the rest of school was mean. And besides, Dalton doesn't allow mid semester transfers.

"Good, because my life would be boring as hell without you."

I look up at him as he's smiling down on me. Once again I get lost in his face, his hazel eyes and how they are the prettiest I've ever seen. His lips are inches away from mine, a fact I'm painfully aware of. I don't know what to say to something like that. Sometimes Puck is a completely different person. The hard skinned badass just disappears, and he becomes something else. Something special.

Without having any idea what to say, we break eye contact and I go back to resting under his chin. I don't mean to, but it just slips out. "I feel safe when you're near me."

It's his turn to squeeze me tighter, and it sends more chills down my body.

(Puck)

My heart was starting to beat faster and faster. What Blaine just said, "I feel safe when you're near me" was echoing in my mind. Every time I repeated that one sentence to myself, I felt pride and happiness swell inside of me. I was starting to get nervous that Blaine would hear my rapid heartbeat, but I couldn't help myself.

There was a silent war going on in my head. To fucking kiss him or not to? That question was eating away at me. On one hand, I wanted to so fucking bad! I could make all of Blaine's pain go away; I could make him forget everything but me. He'll likely be ecstatic to know I bat for team Blaine, and that I'm ready to give him everything I have.

On the other hand, he just went through one of the worst break-ups I've ever witnessed. What will me kissing him come across as? Like I'm taking advantage of him? Like I'm just trying to be a friend and kissing is my dumb idea of helping? How ready is he to have another boyfriend anyway? Will he even want to commit to anything?

And apart from all that, I have no idea how he would respond to me even if he didn't just break up with Kurt. The entire time he's known me he figured I was 100% straight. All that he would have to do was look at my track record to know that if he had a dick, he stood no chance with me. How shocked is he going to be when I brush his lips with mine?

And finally, I don't even know how he is going to respond to me personally. Even if he could believe that I liked him, would he be able to like me. I pretty much fuck up everything I touch. I couldn't even think of one serious relationship I had had that lasted over a month. Would he look at me and think "umm, no way, you'll just break my heart." No, I wasn't exactly the most desirable boyfriend. I was by far the most desired (and the best) fuck at McKinley, but easily one of the least desired boyfriends.

But what he just said gave me hope. Right here, right now gives me hope. I just spent a good hour holding, talking, comforting, and even singing to him. We were already so connected, already fit so well together, that I can't help but know that we belong. Never before has simply holding somebody sent waves of emotions through me.

So were back to the question of the day. What's my next move? And really, I probably shouldn't have spent all that time arguing with myself. Because deep down I knew that I'd never have the restraint to not kiss him. I'm a teenager and my sheer want right now is overpowering all of my logic, and I can't even think about anything but his mouth and the fact that I'm about to taste it. Resolving that I might be making a huge mistake, I whisper, "Blaine." Prepared for him to look up at me and then I could capture his lips with mine, I wait. He doesn't respond. I whisper again, "Blaine," a bit louder.

And then I realize he fell asleep.

Of fucking course. But my anger disappears in a millisecond as I look down at his face. All the pain of Kurt and fear of what happens next was gone. His face is just tilted to the side, with his mouth partly open, and he looks as peaceful as a person could be. And really, I can't be too mad at him. It was more my fault. Who the fuck knows how long I was arguing with myself. I probably would have fallen asleep waiting too. Besides, Blaine was emotionally drained and I'm pretty fucking comfortable to rest on, so that whole aspects completely understandable.

And after the initial letdown, I know this is for the best. Now I can have time to properly tell Blaine my feelings before I annihilate his mouth. Well actually, knowing me, it will still be a heated kiss then explanation, but I can always hope I'd mature. I carefully scoot us down off the wall till we've gone from sitting position to laying position. I rearranged Blaine till he was laying half on me and half on the bed (Where the fuck did this bed come from anyway?) and pull the sheets (and these sheets?) over us.

As I look up at the glowing ceiling, I smile when I realize how Blaine's going to react when he wakes up. Then I guess tomorrow morning will be the morning. I squeeze him tighter to me and I realize that this is it. From now on, every night not spent lying next to him will be a night wasted. I look over to him and place a small kiss on his forehead.

"Goodnight Blaine…. I think I might be in love with you."

A/N – And so it starts! Are you glad they didn't kiss yet? Did you like the trip to Dalton? And Sugarland! Their amazing!