Cadenza

By: RavenHeart101

Summary: Summer camp is something that Puck always dreaded. When he accidentally signs up for a football and music camp he's stuck sharing a room with the one person everyone else seems to hate. The gay kid from Marion Middle School.

Disclaimer: I am gladly NOT Ryan Murphy.

Warnings: Slash (male/male), swears, homophobia, mature themes, gay bashing/bullying, parental issues, the reasons why most stories are rated M...

A thanks to those who reviewed: Drowning-In-Your-Eyes (I'm so happy you're confused when it comes to Greyson! Like, really happy. That's the emotion I was hoping to instill in people and it seems it has worked. Awesome!), Goldstars4me (If anything this is going to seem like an even longer wait for the update... :/), kzap88 (Isn't it? Puck never follows the rules), DarkDreamDistance (As it shall.), Aledda (So I was going through my reviews the other day because I needed an ego boost and I saw that you reviewed 'Clark Kent and Cinderella'... were the first reviewer actually. I don't think you have any idea what that means to me. I thought that story would get no reviews and then BOOM you reviewed. And it was such a kind review and... if I could I would marry you. But instead I'll just hand you some tissues and hug you and thank you eternally for the fact that you've become highly dedicated. Love you!), PmYuna (Writing now!), Utena-Puchiko-nyu (Hey you're here too! Welcome! And they're around 14. So just going into high school when the school year starts again in September.), Runaway-Luv (I'm pretty sure I love this story more than LandP too... I have no clue why but I do.), eb012203 (-Beams- Thank you so much!), and PCJC24 (Hopefully... I can't wait to write their relationship growing.).

A: N – So... I seem to be abusing exclamation points today. Weird... I think it's because it's a Friday. Not sure though...

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For a short time things went back to the way they used to. Blaine wasn't around when Noah woke up and was already asleep when he came back from practice or hanging with the rest of his team. Noah wasn't okay with this arrangement. It didn't settle easily with him. So, one day, Noah made sure to wake up earlier than usual. At five in the morning, while it was painful, Noah pushed himself up from his bed and staggered into the bathroom. He didn't take a shower, simply splashing water on his face and taking a moment to stare at himself in the mirror.

Noah didn't like it at the camp. He hated it there. He hated every moment he wasted in people like Slick's presence. Slick who was a bad person where Noah was a bad ass. He didn't like Greyson half the time. The dude was just as confusing as Finn, if not more, when it came to his beliefs.

Noah didn't like the way the other guys treated Blaine either. Blaine was sick and it wasn't something that could be fixed and they were treating him as though being gay was a choice.

Moreover, Noah didn't like himself. He hated the way he was both ready to defend Blaine and ready to hurt him. He didn't like that he wasn't sure where he stood when it came to his roommate and his brother. He didn't like that Blaine was making him, unconsciously, withdraw from the other guys on his team. Noah didn't particularly like Blaine either. He didn't hate him. But he didn't like him. If Noah was to be honest he would rather not be in Blaine's presence. He would rather not deal with his silence and his self deprecating attitude. He would rather not... deal with him. And Noah would, definitely, rather not deal with all the feelings Blaine made him feel.

But Noah firmly believed that Blaine was lonely. And he firmly believed that the dude had guts that even Noah didn't have. He believed that Blaine could be either the best or the worst thing to ever happen to him.

Even if he wanted to run he wouldn't. Noah had made a vow. And he planned on seeing it through. "Are you okay?" He visibly startled as Blaine's figure appeared in the bathroom mirror.

"Shit man. Ever learn to knock?" He moaned, leaning his forehead into his hands.

"Ever learn to shut the door?" And was that a hint of a smile he saw on Blaine's lips? Noah was pretty sure it was. "But, seriously. Are you okay? You've sort of just been... standing there for a few minutes."

Noah stared at Blaine from the mirror for a moment. Taking in his rumpled hair and concerned face. He took in the way Blaine's wrist was bruised and the way his lip was obviously busted. He took in his stance; the way Blaine was almost unconsciously protecting himself from any outburst Noah may have... "Yeah. You?"

Blaine stared right back at him and Noah knew. He just knew he was being sized up. Checked for competition. "Never better." And obviously that threatening, bad ass, look he had put on his face hadn't done anything more than make Blaine close up even more than before.

"What happened to your wrist?" Noah nodded at the appendage.

"Don't do this again." Blaine stepped away from the doorway, his voice holding a regretful twinge to it. Noah raised an eyebrow at him. When had the semi-friendly and tense banter changed into this?

"Do what? Dude your wrist looks busted up."

"And if it is it's none of your concern." Blaine turned away from him and walked over to his dresser, pulling out an outfit and stalking back into the bathroom, staring at Noah coolly. "Now if you don't mind I have to get ready for the day."

Noah didn't know why he left but he did. He fell back into his bed and, before he knew it, he was asleep again. By the time he woke up Blaine was long gone and Brute was pounding on the wooden door.

Practice was the same affair it had been for the last three or so weeks. Slick had tried to out step Greyson but he had shot him down with one look and the mock game had carried on with the way it had been before. Running a towel through his hair Noah followed the rest of the guys down to the mess hall. They talked loudly – brashly – about the game they had just played when Slick decided to pause in the doorway and speak over all of the other guys. "Looks like we got some birds with us this lunch boys." And all the football players laughed, including Noah because, hells yeah, there were girls at this freakin' camp.

Okay so maybe he liked it a bit more now.

"Too bad none of them want anything to do with you, Danny." And maybe Noah was thrown for a loop when a very pretty girl pranced over in their direction and forcefully pushed Slick out of her way, turning back around to wink at Noah, a smirk covering her lips.

Her orange hair fell in curls down her cheeks and her blue heels clicked against the tile in the room. Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously, and her lips were painted with a light pink. A natural pink. And, on her arm, was one Blaine Anderson.

He didn't look smug. He didn't look to be really enjoying her company either. He didn't even seem to be enjoying his day. He had a bruise blossoming on his cheek bone and Noah noticed how he wasn't the only one who stiffened. Greyson's hand twitched almost as though it was going to reach out and pull Blaine over to him. But he held back. "Oh come on, Lil! Why do you have to waste your time with the fag?"

The red headed girl – the gorgeous red headed girl in the sailor like outfit – spun on her heel and glared over at Slick with a look much like hatred. "Maybe because he's a better person than you could ever dream of being." She pushed her finger into Slick's chest before spinning back to the direction of the lunch room, walking forward confidently, Blaine Anderson on her arm. Gay Blaine Anderson on her arm.

"My cousin's crazy." Slick muttered quietly under his breath while most of the guys on the team laughed and jeered at him. But Noah simply stared.

He stared as Blaine sat down almost as far away from the pretty red head as he could. He stared as Blaine picked at the food in front of him and he stared as the pretty red head tried and tried to pull him into conversation only to be, quite possibly, ignored.

And with that Noah made up his mind.

While the rest of the guys opted to sit with each other Noah found himself ignoring the spot they had created for him. Noah set his shoulders and gripped his plastic lunch tray tighter in his hands. Determination seeped through his bones and he pushed himself forward, making his way over to the nearly empty lunch table. Greyson sat back in his seat with something related to a smug smile crossed with confusion falling over his face. It felt almost silent when Noah pushed his way over to Blaine Anderson. It felt almost as though he were signing a death sentence.

But he didn't stop. He dropped his tray against the table, almost proud of himself when Blaine's head snapped up and hazel eyes stared at him in shock and wonder… until he took a look around them. "Do you have anyidea what you're doing?" He hissed, his voice low and cautious as much as it was frustrated.

Noah looked around them himself, his eyes falling onto everyone on his team. Slick looked ready to march over and bash his head in. Or Blaine's head in. Probably Blaine's head in. "You know what? Yeah." He flashed a smile at the other boy and fell into the seat next to him, defiantly taking a bite out of his professionally catered sandwich.

The pretty red head leaned across the table to offer Noah her hand. "I'm Lily." She had a very pretty smile and Noah could totally see himself tapping that. He made a mental note to keep an eye on her. "And this is Danielle." She gestured to the girl next to her, a very nice looking Mestizo looking girl with dark brown hair and even darker eyes. "And I'm guessing you already know Blaine." She smiled widely when Blaine's eyes met her own and... well damn it. Go figure the chick would have a crush on the gay guy.

"Yeah. We room together." Noah spoke confidently, smiling easily at the two girls before nudging Blaine with his arm.

"Oh so you're that Noah." Danielle winked at Blaine in a teasing manner.

Blaine's face was so red Noah was pretty sure a fire truck couldn't have outdone it. "So Blaine's talked about me? Oh Blaine you shouldn't have." He decided to go along with the joke the girls had running, simply because it seemed like it was fun. There was just something about seeing Blaine so hot and bothered...

"Oh he totally has." Danielle continued, smiling at Lily and trying to get her to join in. Only Lily seemed content to look at Blaine with something related to worry. "You should hear the things he says about you." She whistled lowly and Noah had to reign in a bought of laughter. He was loving this girl. She was reminding him of Santana. "Is it true that you're dic-"

"Shut up!" The collective jumped at Blaine's raised voice. His eyes shown with stubborn tears. Noah's heart deflated. The mess hall was silent. More silent than he had ever heard it.

He watched as Danielle's face flushed much in the way his had. "Blaine-"

"No! You think you're being funny and teasing but you're not." He glared at the lot of them. "You're just making things worse." He pushed away from the table and stalked out of the mess hall with his head held high.

"Blaine!" Lily called after him, glaring at both Danielle and Noah as she rushed after him, grabbing the apple and sandwich from their trays as an afterthought.

"Thanks for getting rid of the fag, Puck." Slick spoke loudly from the table he sat at. The room seemed to drop fifty degrees. Noah felt like he was going to throw up. "Now I can eat without worrying about vomiting all over the place." The footballers laughed, a few of what Noah was assuming was the music unit joining in. Danielle and Noah seemed to be the only ones sitting in silence. Stunned, shocked, ashamed silence.

Shame and guilt was all Noah could bring himself to feel as every member of the lunch room seemed to go back to normal and clap and shout out encouragements and thanks.

Danielle sank into the empty spot on the stairs next to him, handing Noah a bottle of water and sitting forward so her elbows rested on her knees. "I feel horrible." Noah spoke slowly and carefully, taking a long sip from the bottle.

Danielle hummed in response. "I'm with you." She heaved a large sigh. "But I don't really know what to do. Lily knows him better than I could ever dream of."

Noah felt her head fall against his shoulder and his heart sped up. It shouldn't have. And he shouldn't be thinking about anything that he was thinking about but Danielle was pretty and she was nice and she was funny. She reminded him of himself and she reminded him of Santana. "What can we do though...?" She asked softer than was probably intended. Noah ran a hand down her back, stopping at the low slump that lead down to her ass.

"Nothing really... just... figure out what we did." Which would be a nice place to start. Noah was wondering what the hell they had done to warrant that outburst.

The two of them were silent for some time before Danielle sat up and turned so that she was facing Noah, crossing her tanned leg under her other, and running a hand down her plaid Bermuda shorts. "Blaine's always been like this. Well... ever since he came out." She shrugged. "He hates it when we act like being gay is nothing. He hates when we tease him about it openly. I mean... he's fine with us teasing him when it's just the three of us but...he doesn't like it when we do it in front of other people." She tilted her head and stared at Noah for a moment. It was unnerving. But not nearly as unnerving as the way Blaine tended to look at him. "But you... you scare him, Noah."

"Why?" He couldn't wrap his head around the way the thought of Blaine being scared of him made his stomach clench.

"I have no clue." Danielle suddenly leaned forward and kissed Noah. And he was almost stunned by the softness of her lips on his. He had kissed girls before, he had been kissed by girls before. But with Danielle... well with Danielle Noah wasn't sure how it was supposed to feel.

She smiled at him when they broke apart, taking his hand in her own and pulling him to her feet. "Let's go find Lily. I'll show you the music rooms." And then Danielle winked at him again and tugged him in a direction that he only vaguely remembered.

And sure, Noah shouldn't have been thinking about Blaine because he was pretty sure he was about to get either kissed like hell or laid for the first time but he couldn't get the other boy out of his head. What reason did Blaine have to be scared of him? "You're different." Danielle threw out into their silence as they were halfway to what Noah thought was the music department. "I don't know why. Blaine's better at this sort of stuff than me. But he said that you're different." She shrugged.

She suddenly stopped and pulled him over and to the back of a cabin. She held a finger up to her lips and stepped softly so that she was peering around the side of the wooden 'house'. And there was the very topic of their conversation. Blaine sat with his back to them, Lily seated on his sweatshirt on the dirt covered ground, her head on his shoulder and his hand picking at the sandwich she had given him. Ripping it to tiny pieces and throwing it into the woods. Noah didn't have to look at him to know that he had a... dejected look on his face. He could see it in the sluggish movements his hand was making. "It's just..." His voice was almost too soft. Noah strained to hear the words, pushing closer to Danielle by mere coincidence. "I have to deal with all of this crap at home and at school and now I have to deal with it here too? I don't want it to get to the point it did in school. I don't want that."

"So you're going to shut everyone out? I think Noah could actually be a good guy, B." Lily didn't speak as quietly but she didn't speak with an air of confidence, like she had when speaking to Slick or introducing herself to Noah. She spoke with... uneasiness. Almost as if she wasn't sure of what she was saying herself.

"And that's why I can't let him win."

"It's not a competition."

"Everything's a competition. If I let Noah be my friend he'll end up bashed and hated on and picked on at every game he plays in. His reputation will be dragged in the mud. Everything that happens to me will happen to him, too. I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen."

"So it's a competition? I don't get it, B."

"Think of it as a battle of wills. Whoever gives up first loses. I guarantee you that Noah will deal with so much crap within the first few days that he'll want nothing to do with me."

A: N - So... uh... yeah. So Bluck is going to happen. In the future. I mean, right now Noah's simply wanting friendship. And maybe has a slight crush without even knowing that he has one. So... don't kill me for the het? Please?

How're the OC's? They're staying so... get used to them.

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