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So, the timing is pretty awesome for the song in this chapter. The song is "One and Only," and it's by Adele, from her album (of the year) 21. I demand you guys listen to this song (and the album for that matter). If you don't listen to it (shame on you) than at least read the lyrics! It's the reason why this is my favorite chapter of the whole story. It's by far better than RITD and SLY. Just saying. Here's the link, as before, type in youtube and then copy paste this. Please tell me what you think of the song!

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P&BP&BP&B

P&B Chapter 21

(Blaine)

I almost slid like five times off the road as I made my way home. Snowy, icy pavement and extremely high emotions don't mix. Just trust me when I say that. Between the light snowfall and my tears, and the fact that I was shaking, I'm surprised I was even able to see the damn road. But I could. And I did. And now I am home.

My parents were out for the night at some Gala for my father. They would be gone till tomorrow morning. This I'm glad for. I really don't want to see their devastated looks and their attempts to find out what went down. They were all for Puck. We've had talks about him for awhile now, how I'm starting to fall for him. They were practically pushing me to go for it….

Screw this – I'm done lying. We talked about how I did fall for him. Because no matter how many angles I try to take, the answer stays the same. I'm in love with Noah Puckerman. The worst person I could fall for.

I told myself 'no' when he first told me how he felt. Well, when he first showed me how he felt. I said 'wait Blaine, he may be amazingly hot and occasionally sweet, but this guy will break your heart.'

Why couldn't I have listened to myself? I should have taken the glee clubs advice, and warnings, and left him on his ass. I shouldn't have let him touch me. I shouldn't have let him kiss me. I shouldn't have let him make me feel like I was the only person in his eyes. I shouldn't have let him make me believe that he could change.

Because that's a lie. Downright, utter lie. Curled up in my bed, I try to think of the point where I should have ended it. Probably the first night, but he sort of rocked my world with his mouth so I couldn't really think then. Maybe at the party? His jealousy was so cute, and he was already so protective. The week before Sectionals? At Sectionals?

I couldn't have ever stopped it. He just got under my skin. I couldn't say no. Well, now I can.

I don't think about much as I sit and cry my fucking eyes out. There's like, a problem with me, I'm pretty sure. I should probably book a doctor's visit after tonight, because not one person should be able to cry this much. And I'm a guy. Regardless of my sexuality, it's just embarrassing.

The only thought that keeps coming up in my head is how badly I want this entire day to just go away. I start to wish that I never invited Kurt back into Glee, but then I curse myself. I shouldn't feel bad for trying to mend that bridge. It's not me who is in the wrong here, it's him.

And it always is and most likely always will be. That is, if we were to continue. This, I can confidently say, will not be happening. Even if the only place I want to be right now is with him, I have to stand by my choice. He is destructive. He goes against everything I promised myself. I can't be with him.

It really is just too bad that I realized this after I fell in love with him.

I knew he would be coming after me. Regardless of what I told him, I was pretty positive he would be climbing through my window or walking through my bedroom door at any moment. I got more relieved as time went on. Once it hit that hour mark, I thought maybe he, too, had given up.

I wanted to be happy about this.

Instead I didn't know what to feel.

I was mentally preparing myself. I wouldn't let him even come near me. If I did, I would cave. And this is when it matters the most. So I was preparing for him.

What I wasn't preparing for, however, was for Rachel Berry to knock softly at my door, already walking in.

"Rachel!" I sobbed out, and she recoiled slightly. Probably at how pathetic I sounded and looked.

"Blaine…" Rachel whispered softly in a tone thick with sympathy and pain. Two things I did not need from her, or anybody.

"Why are you here?" I asked, as I attempted to pull myself together and wipe my face clean of water.

"I'm here to get you..."

"Get me?" Seriously, I loved Rachel very much as a friend, but this was overstepping her boundaries. I wouldn't even want my parents with me right now.

"I need to take you somewhere…"

Realization hits me instantly. Well done Noah Puckerman, well done.

"Go away Rachel, I'm not going to go see him."

She folds her arms and sighs. Making her way to the bed, she sits down and shakes her head.

"Why not?" She sounds like she already has this conversation planned out, and she's frustrated she has to go through it. Possiblity of this being correct? 100%.

"Because I am done with him. That's that, and that's final. Go away."

"Why are you done with him?"

"Because he is an asshole and a fucking bully!"

"Blaine, don't compromise your personal beliefs regarding that particular word because of your emotions."

"Ha! But you just spelled it out right there! I will not compromise my personal beliefs because my damn emotions are getting in the way!"

She smiles. Did I just say what she wanted me to!

"Noah and that word are very different. 'Fuck' is bad no matter how you look at it. It always has, always will be. Noah can change. Already has changed. And will change more."

"The fuck he will."

"You call him a bully? What does that even mean to you?"

"Somebody who purposely inflicts pain on people around them. In Puck's case, without reason or motive! Just pure violence!"

She laughs at this, and it angers me. Why is she even standing up for him anyway?

"If you're definition is correct, than Noah used to be a bully. Since he met you, it's been a long time since he intentionally harmed somebody or 'bullied' them."

"What are you talking about-he's constantly shoving kids into lockers and throwing slushies at them!"

"Yes, but with motive!"

"They did nothing to him!"

"No, they didn't; you did!"

I look at her appalled. She's implying that I'm the reason Puck's an asshole? If so, she's even more bat-shit than I originally thought. At the same time, a very (and I mean very) small part of me realizes she's speaking the truth.

She sees my shocked expression and continues.

"He's scared, Blaine. He's more scared than he's ever been in his life. He doesn't know it. He for sure won't show it. But for what I think is the first time, he's actually fallen in love. And he's certainly not used to caring. Pair that with your hesitation, and he realizes just how hurt he can become of this."

Love. She said love.

"He can't love me. He only wants to fuck me and then leave me…"

"And that's your fear. That he can't love you back. Because it's pretty obvious you love him."

"I'm not scared, I know he doesn't and won't."

"He told me he did."

"He told you he loved me?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing. I hate how Rachel is working her way into my head, and I'm powerless to stop her. She's making sense. And I really want her to be right… But there's no way in hell Noah Puckerman said he loved me. He's like the poster child for people who hold their true emotions in.

"Accidentally. He let it slip when we were at Shelby's. Judging by his face, he looked like he was shocked by what he was saying, too. But you could tell he believed it when he said it. He knew it from then on. Of course when I asked him latter," she added, "he denied it. If I recall correctly, he called me crazy and said to mind my own 'F-word' business…so in his own way he confirmed it."

"He can't love me…"

"Well he does. And you love him. And no relationship goes without its problems. Did you think your love life would be a fairy tale come true? Get off your high horse then, because real love takes effort. It takes work. And you're about to let something amazing slip right through your hands if you say no to Noah."

"Why are you doing this?" Brain-overload…

"Because I want the best for Noah. And I want the best for you. And the best for both of you is the other."

I don't say anything for awhile. It hurts to think. I don't know what to do.

"I can't just forget what happened today... No matter how much I want to.."

"No, but you can understand it. Like I said, he's scared. He thinks you'll go back to Kurt…"

"WHAT! Why the hell would he think that?"

"Because he's insecure. He tries so hard to hide it, cover it up, but it's painfully obvious to the people who really know him. And he let you in deep, Blaine. And now you're bringing your ex-boyfriend back into the picture?"

"But I'd never.."

"You've held out for weeks, Blaine. In Noah's eyes, he probably feels like something is pulling you back. And that something, I believe, he thinks is Kurt."

"So he freaked out because he thought Kurt would come between us?"

"Yes, and once he feels threatened, well things usually don't go well. When I say 'usually' I'm just sugar coating 'never'."

"I don't want him to feel threatened. He should know that nobody can come between us but us… Why isn't he here...telling me this stuff instead of you?"

She smiles and stands up. "Do you honestly think you would have listened to him? Let him talk? You had your door locked," she glances to the window, "window locked, and front door bolted. I'm not going to even tell you how I got in. Besides, he's going to tell you everything in his own way. My job was just to get you to come. Oh," she adds as an afterthought, "don't tell him I told you about the whole love thing. That's his place, not mine."

I nod. She looks at me expectantly and then I remember I'm expected somewhere. I get off of the bed and nod.

"I'm ready. Where are we going?"

"You should put on something warm."

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Our destination turns out to be the school. I glance at the clock as we pull in and I was a little shocked to realize it was 10:45. Why were we at the school? This seemed like the weirdest place to be receiving whatever it was that Puck was getting ready to give me. I thought for sure we were just going to head over to his house. Or maybe just right to his truck. The school never really entered my thoughts.

"OK you got your coat and your gloves and your hat and your scarf on?"

I eyed her suspiciously. Now that I really looked, she too was dressed in very warm clothes.

"Yes and yes and yes and yes," I mock playfully. "Now let's hurry up and get into the school."

She exited her car and I did the same. I started walking past her toward the front entrance before stopping and turning around. She was heading the other way, toward the football field.

"Rachel!" I yell, running over to her. I pull my scarf on tighter as a light snow flurry hit my checks. That shit's cold.

"Come on."

"Where are you—we going?"

"Where does it look like we're going?"

"It looks like we're going to the football field."

"That is correct."

"But-"

"Shh."

I fold my arms and kept quiet. It doesn't take us long to get to the field, and once we did, I do a quick skim. Absolutely nobody. I must admit though, the pure white of it all really did make it look breathtaking. It's a shame they have to snow plow all of this for Friday's championship game.

"There's nobody here."

"Blaine. I really truly wish it will work between you two. Just trust your heart and trust him. They are the same thing now."

She grabs and squeezes my hand before turning me toward the stands. The loud speaker hits on and a piano plays its opening chords. A spotlight is shown onto the stands, and I see Noah Puckerman sitting down. He looks beautiful silhouetted by white on all sides, and he sounds absolutely amazing when he puts the microphone to his lips. I melt a little hearing it.

(Puck)

You've been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it's taking me so long
To let my doubts go
You're the only one that I want
I don't know why I'm scared, I've been here before
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive my past and simply be mine

I know this song. My heart beats a mile a minute as he looks down at me. I feel very small standing out here in the middle of the field and him on the stands. But I don't care. He's making me feel so much right now. It's like his eyes are burning into mine, trying to say every single thing at once. It's a little overpowering. What I feel toward him right now shouldn't be allowed. I shouldn't need or want somebody this bad. Is there even a difference between need and want anymore? When it comes to him, that line is completely blurred.

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

He stands up at the beginning of the chorus. And then starts to pace the stands. He stays up there, on the stands though, and I'm a little disappointed. His arms really should be around me right now. I watch as he continues to burn into me with passion, with intensity, with (dare I say it) love. I honestly believe he means every single word he's saying, something about it just speaks the truth.

I've been on your mind
You hang on every word I say, lose yourself in time
At the mention of my name,
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you'll go

I don't know why I'm scared 'cause I've been here before
Every feeling every word, I've imagined it all,
You never know if you never tried
To forgive my past and simply be mine

I forget why I didn't want to date him. I forget why we fought earlier today. I forget pretty much everything but what I'm feeling right now, and the person who's currently singing to me.

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

The tempo changes and so does the melody. My mouth falls open as all my friends start joining Noah on the stands. The entire New Directions have shown up. When I spot Kurt, I do a double take. Realization that Noah worked through his problems with Kurt hit, and a new wave of feeling hits me toward the mohawked teen. Even though this song is amazing and is giving me goose bumps, it needs to end. Like it needs to end now. I need his hands on me. I need him to tell me he loves me.

(New Directions Girls)

I know, it ain't easy giving up your heart

I know, it ain't easy giving up your heart,

(Boys: Nobody's perfect) I know, it ain't easy (Boys: Trust me I've lernt it) Giving up your heart (Puck: Ohh-uahh-ooh)

(Boys: Nobody's perfect) I know, it ain't easy (Boys: Trust me I've lernt it) Giving up your heart

(Puck: I Knooo-uwwahh-O!)

(Boys: Nobody's perfect) I know, it ain't easy (Boys: Trust me I've lernt it) Giving up your heart

(Puck: Nobody's perfect)

(Puck with New Directions)

So I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
I promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts
Come on and give me a chance
To prove that I'm the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts.

The song ends to New Directions applauding each other, and pushing Noah down and off the bleachers. He smiles and shakes them off easily, and then looks at me with his face set. I can tell he's afraid of my reaction. He probably thinks it wasn't enough. It very much was.

"Hey-"

I attack his lips and his body before he can get anything more out. He moans against my lips and grips my back. I don't even care when I hear the entire Glee club applaud and howl at us. He breaks it apart quickly though, and I'm left wanting more.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry…"

"Noah, you don't need to be sorry. We both overreacted. I understand."

I went back in for the kiss but he pulled away still and put a finger on my lips.

"I love you."

And there it is. He said those three words that probably changed my life. I look up at him with shock and just feel so fucking good. I'm never going to leave his arms again.

"I love you too."

He smiles and releases the breath he was holding.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" He questions.

I attack his lips again, and this time he doesn't pull away. I murmur yes, and somehow we end up on the ground. We're back in the snow, but I really couldn't care less. I only feel his warmth on me, and this crazy feeling in my stomach. Noah Puckerman is my boyfriend. If somebody would have told me that the beginning of the year, I would have laughed in their face and called them crazy.

But it's not crazy. It's so real I gasp a little every time I think about it. He is mine and I am his.

"Snowball fight!"

A cold object hits our two interlocked faces, and we break apart at the sudden coldness. We look up to see Mike running on the field with everybody else. Rachel's close behind and she shouts, "But hugs first!" to a general outcry of laughter.

I thank each one of them as they hug me congratulations, and everybody seems to be honestly thrilled. Hugging Kurt felt even more amazing. I held him in place and raised an eyebrow, silently asking what the heck went down between my boyfriend and him. He smiled and shrugged and whispered, "Oh that's for another time I think."

Mike threw the second snowball of the night, and things got pretty hectic from then. We had no teams this time, just the rule that three hits meant you're out. We played five rounds, it was that fun. I was OK, I got into the top three once, but that was only because Noah sacrificed himself for me so I could. He was consistently amazing. He won twice and was in the final three all times minus the round he saved me in.

We never really left each other's side though. He was glued to me like I was glued to him. Part of the reason I think I didn't do very good is because I just couldn't keep my eyes off him. I only wanted to concentrate on the way he moved, his athletic stance and ability. His senses were unparalleled; he seemed to simply know when a snowball was coming. We snuck kisses and embraces in whenever we could, and every time we did somebody somewhere cheered.

We were about to start our sixth round when Tina screamed, "It's 12:14! My parents are going to kill me!"

The club meandered their way over to the parking lot, giving everybody hugs and singing another round of "One and Only," which I decided was my new favorite song. Many (more) hugs and tears and congrats later, I was sitting in Noah's truck, curled up against him.

"I don't want to leave you," I whisper to him, and he holds me tighter.

"Blaine I really am sorry about before, I was being such a dick…"

I sit up and give him evil eyes.

"Noah, you do not have to apologize anymore."

"I was just so threatened. And I didn't like it."

"Threatened of…?" I almost needed him to say it, just so I could reassure him.

"Of losing you to Kurt. I thought you would go back to him."

"Noah," I grip his face with my hands, "you have no competition. The only way I'm leaving you is if you leave me first."

"Never."

"Kurt is one of my best friends. He was from the second I met him."

"I understand that now." He kisses me softly. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

I groan and shake my head. He really shouldn't be saying that.

"You have every reason to! I didn't give you a clear reason for not dating you until today. You have every right to think Kurt was an option. Especially when I started talking to him again!"

"I've never felt so shitty in my life…after hearing what you said."

"Noah-"

"I'm going to change, Blaine. I'm going to be a better person for you."

"Noah!"

"I'm going to make you proud of being my boy-"

I do the only thing I can think of to make him stop. And really I don't know what came over me to do that, but I enjoyed it. My hand flew to his crotch and rubbed it, and he gave an involuntary gasp and lifted his hips up a little.

"Blaine!" He moaned out. I remove my hand and he moans again, this time out of disappointment.

"I want you to have me."

He looks at me in confusion, a little disoriented from my grab.

"I thought I already had you."

"No, I mean I want you to have me. I want you to be my first."

Confusion is replaced with shock and excitement, but then falls to a hard stern look. This is odd. Why so stern?

"Blaine, I don't want you to think that now that you are my boyfriend, you are entitled to have sex. I fuck up every single relationship I'm in, but I won't with this one. I'm not going to until you are ready."

I smile and kiss him softly. He seems to be sealing the deal with every passing minute. He's just getting better and better.

"I know. But this isn't going fast. I'm ready. I'm so ready, it's almost painful. I want to feel you everywhere….inside of me.." I gulp out, hands going back to his legs.

He groans when I say this and puts his lips on my neck, whispering, "You don't know how fucking sexy you sound when you say things like that. I want you so badly."

"Then have me."

I'm almost positive he's going to say yes before pulling back and returning to the wheel.

What?

"I'm not going to make love to you for the first time in my truck. You mean way too fucking much for that."

I laugh a little, because that was never my intention.

"My parents are at a Gala. I have the house to myself tonight."

His mouth drops open and then quickly morphs into a smile.

"We're really going to do this?"

"We really are."

We're hitting seventy mph before I even have time to buckle up.

A/N – Yes, I know, we can't wait for the sexy times. But first! Please tell me what you guys thought of my favorite chapter! I'll be anxiously awaiting anything you have to say :)