Author's Note: Get excited! Here it is… what you have been waiting for. You finally get to see what goes down in the locker room between the boys! LOL! Hope it doesn't disappoint. As always, thank you all for your reviews, alerts, and favorites! I love all of the email alerts I get! Oh! By the way, the surprise new POV is at the very end…

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Promise.


Puck's POV

I watch Blaine beating the shit out of the punching bag. Oddly enough, he is the first person I have seen in all my time at McKinley to actually use the bag properly. He obviously has skills. I wonder where he learned to box. His body is at an angle to me, and he is totally in his boxing zone, so he doesn't notice me. I take the opportunity to really look at him.

I can see a scar on the back of his neck as well as dark bruising peeking out from the back of his wife beater. I push my curiosity about the neck scar aside and zero in on the back bruising. I know those are from the attacks he suffered today from that jackass Leaman and his gang of losers. I really wish now that I had tackled him more than I did, harder than I did. Oh well. There is always next practice. My knee may accidentally meet his family jewels. Hard.

Blaine's muscles are twitching from exhaustion and he seems as though he is slowing down his hits. He gives one more powerful punch and then steps back. Crap he is turning towards me. Shit he sees me. Fuck. He looks surprised, but happy. Say something, Puck. Dammit. TALK.

Blaine motions with his gloved hands to give him a second and I nod in response. I watch as he removes his gloves and reaches up to pull his ear buds out of his ears. "Noah hi," Blaine says shyly, giving me a beautiful smile.

A warm feeling spreads throughout my body. I return his smile saying softly, "Hi Blaine."

"I didn't think anyone else was here."

"Me either. I stayed late after practice to run some laps."

Blaine cocks one of his adorable (yes adorable) eyebrows at me and responds, "Seriously? Practice wasn't enough of a work out for you?"

I give a little nervous laugh and say, "I-I just… had a lot on my mind and running helps me to work through the stuff flying around in my head."

Blaine's eyes search my face for a moment. I can see the wheels turning in his head. In an effort to evade the question I know he wants to ask, I clear my throat and ask gently, "What about you? Should you really be boxing right now? I mean, Kurt told us about what happened…"

Blaine gives me a lopsided little grin and huffs a little breath. "Yeah, I probably should have just went home, but I needed… I just needed to throw a few punches. So many things were fighting for attention in my head and I needed it to stop. Boxing helps to keep me centered; it calms me. I needed to find a little peace after today, you know?"

"I get that," I reply nodding my head. I eye Blaine for a moment. He is looking rather pale and seems to be shaking some. "Hey, you ok? You don't look so good. I-I mean…"

His eyes sparkling in amusement Blaine responds, "Gee thanks, Noah. You really know how to kick a guy when he's down."

Shaking my head, I give an exasperated little moan and say, "That is not what I meant. I mean, of course you look good. You always look good. I just mean that you look like you might pass out again." Wait. My eyes instantly snap to the floor. What the fuck did I just say? Did I just say that shit out loud? Fuck fuck fuck. I wonder if my face looks as panicked as I feel…

I hear Blaine take a shaky breath and mumble nervously, "I actually… I mean… ummm… I may have pushed myself a little too hard. I-It just felt so good to be boxing again. Today had a lot of crap parts and it was nice to distance myself from it all. My mind feels settled, but my body is somewhat objecting to the activity."

I can't seem to be able to make myself say anything, and my eyes refuse to look up at him. After a few moments of absolute silence except for the sounds of our breathing, I sense Blaine move a little closer to me. Then I hear his amazing voice say softly, "I think you always look good. You are gorgeous in fact."

My head snaps up at his words and our eyes connect. He is standing closer to me than before, but not close enough. I take a step towards him, needing to be closer to him. His eyes are searching my face again. He takes another step towards me. Now we are standing just outside of each other's personal space. I can see a lot of emotion whirling in his eyes. Speaking of his eyes, I am so close to them now… closer than ever before. I am so close that I can see the green and gold flecks in his big hazel eyes. They are so beautiful.

Thanks to his work-out, Blaine's curls have escaped their gel and are falling onto his forehead. I slowly reach up and card my hand through his curls, pushing them back. As soon as my hand makes contact with his hair I can hear his breath hitch. My cock is seriously twitching in approval, but for the moment I decide to ignore it. This isn't the right time for my cock to take control.

I notice that Blaine has a scar along his right temple that I never saw before. He must hide it with his hair. I trace it with my finger and wonder where it came from. The question must be on my face because I hear Blaine whisper softly, "I was hit with a glass bottle a few years ago during a fight after a school dance." I feel anger bubble deep inside at the thought of Blaine being attacked so viciously, but I am instantly distracted by the here and now. My eyes find his again and my hand slides from his scar to his cheek. I gently cup his cheek and stare into his eyes, mesmerized by all that I see there.

Blaine's eyes close for a moment and then slowly open. He raises his hand up and hesitantly runs his fingers over my forehead, keeping his eyes locked on mine. My eyelids flutter, but I manage to keep our eyes connected. Blaine's fingers trail down the side of my face and hover over my lips. Following my feelings, I pucker my lips slightly and lightly kiss his fingers. I hear Blaine's breath hitch again in response and his hand moves from my lips to my chest.

Keeping our eyes connected, I slowly guide his lips to mine. My eyes slide shut as soon as our lips meet. The kiss is brief and chaste, but amazing. His lips are soft, but strong. As we pull away, our eyes find each other's again. I swallow hard and then pull him to me again. My hand remains on his cheek, lightly stroking the skin beneath my fingers. My other hand finds his waist and I gently pull him against me, into my arms. As our kiss deepens, my tongue finds its way into Blaine's mouth. I feel his hand slide up my chest and onto the side of my neck while I feel his other arm wind around my waist pulling us even closer together.

We seem to fit together perfectly… our bodies, our lips. All kinds of emotions and desires are throbbing inside of me. I don't ever want this to end. This is all I have ever wanted. I know now that I want Blaine. I want to get to know everything about him. I want to learn about every scar and every dream. And, I don't ever want to stop kissing him. I don't want anyone else. Just Blaine.

We continue to kiss, both making little noises of desire. My whole body is on fire. I clutch Blaine tightly to me. The kiss slows and lightens into chaste little kisses. As our lips pull away, I feel Blaine nuzzle into my neck, placing a small kiss on my jugular. I hold him close, one hand cupping his head and playing with his curls.

We relax into each other, our breaths lengthen and begin to sync. I am at a loss for words. Everything I want to say keeps getting lost on its way to my mouth. We stand there in silence holding each other.

I feel Blaine shift and he removes his face from my neck. He looks up into my eyes and gives me a beautiful smile. I smile widely in return.

"So," he whispers, "would you like to come over to my house Saturday night for dinner? My parents are out of town so we could have privacy to talk about what it is that we want to happen with us."

I nod and murmur, "I would love to. Thank you. It's a date."

"It's a date," Blaine responds, his eyes sparkling and his smile stunning.

We reluctantly release our holds on each other and step apart. I reach out and grab his hand in mine. "I should hit the showers," I say as I gently squeeze his hand.

Squeezing my hand in response Blaine replies, "I should head home and clean up, too. I think my sore muscles will benefit from a bath, pills, and sleep."

"Will you be here tomorrow?" I ask anxiously.

"Absolutely. Promise." Blaine responds with a sweet smile.

We reluctantly release our hand hold and step to our lockers. I grab my shower stuff as Blaine places his gloves away in his locker and grabs his bag.

Blaine smiles and murmurs, "See you tomorrow, Noah."

"Definitely. Bye Blaine." I respond.

"Bye."

We smile at each other one last time and then go our separate ways. I look over my shoulder and watch Blaine leave the locker room. I can't wipe the grin off my face as I enter the showers. I made out with Blaine fucking Anderson.

Now that I am out of the moment, I realize that my cock is rock hard. I soap up my hands and grip my cock firmly. I imagine Blaine's lips on mine. I can feel him hard against me. I feel his lips on my neck. I pull his mouth to mine and kiss him with all the passion I can muster, fucking his mouth with my tongue. I feel the heat coil inside me and before I know it I am cumming hard. My breathing is heavy as I work myself through my orgasm. Once I come down from my high, I shake my head to clear my mind and give a little laugh. I have a date with Blaine. Shit. I really hope I don't fuck anything up.


Kurt's POV

When I get home after dropping off Blaine at school and picking Finn up, I head into my room and collapse onto my bed lost in thought. A lot of things are fighting for attention in my mind and I don't know where to start. In typical me fashion, I decide to make a list to try to organize everything.

I get up and make my way to my desk. I grab my diary and a pen and start listing everything that is pushing on my brain, starting with the easiest first.

Issue 1: Why is Finn being such a dick to Blaine?

Possible Response 1: He is jealous (most likely).

Possible Response 2: He is just in a bad mood (possible).

Possible Response 3: He thinks there is something going on between Blaine and I and he is trying (in a very stupid manner) to be my brother and protect me (stupid since I told everyone we were just friends, but not impossible since Finn can sometimes be an idiot).

Plan of action: Keep an eye on Finn and step in if he continues to be an ass.

Issue 2: Blaine. Is he really okay with all the bullying he experienced today? I know that his past experiences with bullying were horrendous and today's incidents in comparison are not much, but he is my best friend and he did pass out. On that thought, what the hell was going on when Blaine woke up after passing out and asked for Noah? Was he wanting Puckerman?

Response: I guess Blaine is okay. I know his body is sore and his head hurts, but he seemed okay. His psyche didn't seem all that damaged, he seemed to be taking everything in stride. Plus, Noah seemed like he was going to exact some payback on Leaman and his lackeys so maybe they will lay off of Blaine now. Maybe Blaine really was wanting Puckerman earlier…

Plan of action: Keep an eye on Blaine and make sure he doesn't hide any future bullying. I want him to be safe. He is my best friend.

Issue 3: And that brings me to Noah. He seemed incredibly angry when he found out about what happened to Blaine. When he asked me who had done it, his eyes were flashing with this protective glint that I rarely see out of him. Why would he already feel so protective of Blaine?

Response: They don't really know each other. But, if I am honest with myself, there does seem to be something between them. I have seen them look at each other when the other isn't looking. I am pretty sure that Blaine may have a straight boy crush on Noah, but maybe Noah isn't as straight as I initially thought since he seems pretty enthralled with Blaine and really seemed like he was going to kill Leaman for touching him. One thing I do know for sure is that Noah will protect Blaine. Why that is I am not sure, but I am not going to question it.

Plan of action: If Noah is having feelings for Blaine, I don't want to push him. I think that they may actually be good for each other, and I don't want to ruin anything for them. I know that this will be hard for me to stay out of, but I don't want to spook Noah away if he isn't ready for certain feelings to be known. I will keep an eye on them and maybe I will bring something up to Blaine at some point.

Pleased with myself and with a calm mind, I close and hide my diary with a smile. Pulling out my homework, I get to work so that I can finish it before I have to cook dinner.


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Next chapter: Blaine's POV of the locker room experience and more cuteness from the boys

(and more attitude and dickery from Finn).