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. Songs belong to the respective owners of Let It Be. The prayer belongs to the Catholic church.

Warnings: Slash (male/male), swears, homophobia, mature themes, gay bashing/bullying, parental issues, sexual situations, sex, substance abuse on minors, smoking with minors, ect.

A thanks to those who reviewed: SouthernHemmy (It would wouldn't it? Sadly, it's not something RIB would do. But, luckily, Klaine makes me happy. :D), Aledda (My dear I am still here! Never would I die without informing you!), LopeDogg (Well... Puckerson is what I refer to as Blaine/Puck friendship or family moments. Bluck is what I call the pairing. I don't know what anyone else calls them.), lilli kitty (Yes they did. :D), Runaway-Luv (Hehe. I love that you're enjoying their relationship.), PmYuna (I thought the whole "Puck being afraid of thunderstorms" would be a nice humanizing touch.), Salem Fae Carrol (Yay!), Goldstars4me (I love you for reviewing this. :D Haha. Oh it's the same here. I LOVED LandP. But I'm IN LOVE with this plot right now. It's so different and yet a like and gsughsdug. Yeah.), Utena-Puchiko-nyu (Haha. It was just as surprising for me too.), and chevylost (Thank you!)

A: N – I'm still alive! And this chapter is really angsty and I don't know how I feel about it... It seems sort of sucky... Sorry.

The song at the end belongs to the Beatles.

"Can I have a word with you?" Blaine froze, the papers halting in their shuffling before beginning again. Greyson took that as an affirmative, taking yet another step into the room and stopping so that he was standing in front of the stage. The sun set through the window, masking the brothers in a weird sort of orange and yellow hue. Greyson heaved a large sigh, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets and letting his head fall forward enough so that his bangs fell into his eyes. "Come on... don't be angry with me, Be-"

"I'm not going to stop being friends with him." Blaine's hands shook in something that was both anger and fear. Noah was his first real male friend ever since he had come out.

Greyson pressed his lips into a thin line, scuffing his shoes against the floor. "I... Blaine I don't trust him."

"Since when did you opinion matter before?" Blaine shot back.

Greyson visibly flinched at the harsh tones. "B-"

"No. Actually... since when did you care before, Grey?" Blaine turned to face him, his hand shoving the music into his bag and slinging the dark denim over his shoulder. But not the usual shoulder he tended to put it on, instead going for the opposite because of the bruising on his back. "You don't trust Noah, and yet you trust Slick?"

"Not with you."

"You trust dad."

"Dad has never laid a hand on you."

"Physically."

"Okay so he's not a nice guy. But this..." Greyson waved between the two of them, pointing out the tension, the invisible difference. "This... you..."

"This? Me?" Blaine shook his head at his brother, his curls bouncing on top of his head. "You can say it Greyson. It's not going to cause a horrible disaster or anything."

"Damn it, Blaine do you have to be such an ass?" Greyson snapped, Blaine visibly jumping backwards as his brother's fist connected with the stage. "This is hard shit for me, okay man?"

His face blanched. "Oh this is hard for you?" Blaine glared at him full force, his hazel eyes falling into slits. "So you get shoved into shit every day? You're told by our father that you need to change who you are because it's not befitting for how you were raised? You have to deal with people ditching you because you told them who you were? Oh yeah, Greyson. Who was I kidding? You're life is so much worse than mine."

"Oh fuck the fucking pity party, Blaine." Greyson glared back at him, his own eyes a darker hazel but even brighter when he got angry. "You don't know the shit I have to deal with."

"What kind of shit do you have to deal with, oh brother of mine?"

"Everybody looks at me differently man! It's like they all expect me to come out of the fucking closet when I was never in one! You know the shit they say about me? The shit they say about you? And fuck it's already starting with Puck! You know how many times I had to fucking stop Slick from giving him a swirly? Or dumping food over his head? The moment Puck and Dani break up you know where that will leave him right? Worse than you."

Blaine stared at his brother for a long moment, his eyes fighting back the sting of tears and his hand gripping his bag so tight his shoulder was starting to ache. "So I can't have any friends?" He tried to keep his voice strong but Greyson saw through it. Greyson would always see through it. He was his brother after all.

"You can have Lily. And Dani. And... You can have Puck."

"But you just said-!"

"When you're older. When you're out of this fucking shit town. This shit state." Greyson's face lightened, his eyes darkening and his feet carrying him over to his younger sibling. His hand reached out and touched his arm, loosening Blaine's death grip and his neck ducking down to meet Blaine's eyes. "I just don't want this shit to hurt you any more than it has to. And I don't think you want anyone else getting hurt that doesn't have to." Greyson shook his head. "I mean... I'm your brother. It's in my job description to take shit for you. But Puck? He's nothing. He'll just be one of those guys who'll pick on the gays in his own school the moment he leaves. You know why, Bee?"

"He's different." Blaine whispered, his hazel eyes pulling away from Greyson's and searching the floor for something, anything, to prove to him that Greyson wasn't being honest.

"No." Greyson's hand unknowingly squeezed the bruise of his shoulder. "He's going to leave this place, leave you, and go back to where ever the hell he's from and pick on someone just like you've been picked on. For the same reason. They'll be gay. Or they'll be perceived as gay. But he'll do it. He'll do it because he wants popularity, Bee. He wants popularity. Not you. Never you."

"W-..." Blaine cut himself off, trying to blink away the tears and ignore the itching. The itching in his wrist and fingers. Claw.

"No matter what you two may have shared... He's not going to chose you when offered the choice. And it sucks and I hate having to tell you this shit but it's true."

"Grey..." He wanted to claw so badly.

"You're an experiment for him. A safe way for him to figure out who he is. But he's already fucked Dani. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it, Bee. The thing is he would willingly fuck you too. Just to know how far he could go and then throw it in your face." Greyson shook his head slowly. "Like hell am I going to let him do that."

Instead he bit his bottom lip, the metallic taste something he almost yearned for. "So... you're protecting me..." He closed his eyes for a moment, a long moment, straightening his emotions out before opening them again. He let his fingers relax against the strap of his bag, let his eyes raise to Greyson's concerned and earnest hazel eyes, and let a small, charming, smile form over his lips. "Thank you."

Greyson let out a strangled noise, his hand tightening it's grip. "Don't do this Bee. Please don't-"

"No. Thank you Grey." Blaine shrugged his brother's hand off, rushing to leave the performance auditorium with as much dignity as he could, even if he felt like his world was closing down on him when he ignored Noah's jogging footsteps and Lily's worried voice calling out for him to stop. His nails dug into his wrist his knuckles turning white.

Noah was different. Noah was supposed to be different.

(An hour before...)

Noah's tray banged loudly on the lunch table as the rest of his body fell into his seat. He had had an exhausting practice, Slick and the other guys being on his ass more than usual. Danielle had been on his ass too. All she wanted to do was spend time with him. And that was all fine and dandy and stuff because he usually ended up getting laid or something but she was starting to get a little too clingy. And it wasn't all the time either.

Danielle was usually perfectly fine when it was just the two of them. But the moment Blaine would walk into the room it was like she was infused by freakin' hormones. She was all of him. Noah wasn't sure if he should be proud of himself or proud of Blaine. Guy was gay and he seemed to be able to attract more girls than him. Noah totally needed to get tips from him.

But that was another thing. Noah couldn't exactly talk to Blaine. He wanted to. Hell every time he looked at him he wanted to do more than talk to him. He wanted to kiss him again. He wanted to feel Blaine's lips under his own, his body under his. He wanted... well Noah wanted to just know what the hell was happening to him. He wasn't gay. He was as straight as a ruler. So why was he feeling like this?

"Hey man." Speaking of Blaine, the football guys had lunch with the music people today. He smiled at the curly haired boy, his dimples showing.

"Hey Noah." And Blaine smiled back at him. It was a beautiful smile. It made his eyes light up in a way Noah was pretty sure no one had seen before. Danielle cleared her throat at them, raising an eyebrow and purposely leaning forward to capture Noah in a searing kiss. They pulled away, Danielle with a self satisfied smirk and Noah with a dazed blink.

Looking beside him he noticed Blaine's flush and Lily's glare at Danielle. Blaine was adorable. Lily was terrifying. He felt like he was missing something. Noah cleared his throat, shoveling a fork full of spaghetti into his mouth. "So... how was singing ladies?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at him, a tiny smirk pulling at his lips. "And half lady."

Lily laughed a little, her glare lessening and her hand squeezing Blaine's in something that seemed highly comfortable. "Oh I am definitely full man, Noah."

"You're not even a full foot, Anderson."

That seemed like a sore topic from the way Blaine blushed and Lily's glare was back in full force. As was the awkwardness of the lunch table... "My height deficiency runs in the family!" Blaine protested lightly and with a cough. It seemed as though he too had recognized the awkwardness.

"So does running it seems." Danielle snipped back.

"What the hell, Danielle!" Lily snapped, glaring at the dark haired girl.

Noah shuffled closer to Blaine, unconsciously reaching for his hand. His heart skipped a beat when the warm limb fell into his. "Let's go, Puck." Danielle tugged on his other hand. But Noah didn't want to go. For one Blaine's hand was a lot warmer and comfortable than Danielle's. And for another he wasn't even close to being finished eating. "Puck!"

"Dani..."

"Go." Blaine let his hand fall from Noah's, sending him a quick, forced, smile before turning back to Lily.

So Noah did. Even though he was full of regret for not finishing his food.

(Present)

"Hey!" Noah ran to catch up with the curly haired boy, pulling on his arm to halt him after a moment of running. "What's going on, dude?"

"Let go." Blaine tugged his arm out of Noah's grip, turning back to their cabin doorway and trying to find his keys through his blurred vision.

"No!" Noah grabbed his arm again, forcing him to look at him. "Are you okay? Do I have to kick someone's ass?"

"Noah please-" Blaine continued his search, his finger slicing on a jagged edge of his old music binder as his hand pulled out the keys.

"Blaine, seriously-"

"Stop it!" Blaine shoved Noah backwards when he got closer, the other boy stumbling back and falling over the steps. Both their eyes were wide as they stared at each other. Blaine wasn't a violent person. Blaine wasn't a... Blaine didn't do things like that. "I'm sorry but... You have to leave me alone. Please."

Only it was very possible that Noah wouldn't leave him alone. And it was even more possible that fate would find some way to keep the two of them together if they were meant to have contact longer than the summer, right? No free will involved. Blaine couldn't decide whether he wanted to be friends with Noah or not. Fate decided it, damned what the subjects would rather happen. Or so he hoped.

He shoved the key into the lock, jumping only when Noah did to grab onto his arm and tugging him to face him again. "And why the hell should I leave you alone?"

"Noah please-!"

"Tell me why!" His grip was damned near bruising now and people were starting to stare and all Blaine could feel was the itching and the tears and the eyes and damn it why couldn't everyone just leave him alone.

"Stop it!" Blaine kicked out at him, happily ignoring the guilt when his foot collided with Noah's shin and forced him to let go of his arm in shock. Blaine pushed open the door almost surprised when it didn't shut behind him. Only he wasn't surprised. Not really.

"What'd I do wrong?" Noah shut the door behind himself, pinning Blaine against the opposite wall. "What'd I do wrong, Blaine?"

"Please." Blaine begged, trying to shift out of his grip. His hands burned his skin but they did nothing more than make the itch increase. And Blaine wasn't sure what he was itching for anymore. He wasn't sure if he was itching to kiss Noah again or if he was itching for his nails in his skin but neither situation was good.

"Because I'm pretty sure you're the one who screwed up." Noah was breathing heavily. Almost too heavily for it to be normal and his vision swam in and out. Because it wasn't Noah that was breathing heavily. It was him. Because Noah wasn't there. Noah wasn't there. Noah wasn't there.

So then where was Noah? And where was he? Right... the sink. The bathroom. With the door locked? Or was he leaning against the door? Blaine wasn't really sure but this wasn't good. This wasn't a good situation. He couldn't breathe. Why couldn't he breathe?

He shut his eyes tightly, sliding down so that his back rested firmly against whatever it was he was leaning against. Probably the door. He hugged his knees to his chest and cried. How long had he been crying? And why was he so scared?

He wanted Greyson. He wanted his mother and his father and his big brother. He wanted to be held and told that everything was okay. He wanted to bleed. He wanted to feel. He didn't want to hide anymore.

Blaine forcibly removed his nails from his arm, raking the offending bones up his arm to rest at his head. He pulled at his hair, breathing deeply as the itching increased. "Stop it. Please." He sobbed into his elbow, ignoring the yelling from outside the bathroom. Who was yelling? Who would bother yelling?

Greyson? No... it was probably Noah. Maybe Lily. Either way this was going to be so horribly embarrassing... "Please!" He slammed his head back against the wooden door, shoving himself to his feet and pushing his way towards the sink. "I just want to be normal. Please God, please!" He gripped the porcelain with trembling hands, looking in the mirror with red rimmed eyes. "Lord, look upon me with eyes of mercy, may your healing hand rest upon me, may your life giving powers flow into every cell of my body and into the depths of my soul, cleansing, purifying, restoring me to wholeness and strength for service in your Kingdom." He muttered the prayer to himself like an mantra. Over and over again. Praying to be healed. Praying for God's forgiveness for the horrible way he had sinned. He just wanted to be normal. He didn't want to be this way anymore. He was done fighting. He just wanted to be normal. He would do anything to be normal. "Please Lord look upon me with eyes of mercy-!" He yelped, flying backwards and into someone's arms.

The sink was covered in red. Blood. Not his blood, but the blood of a rabbit. A light brown rabbit with dead eyes and floppy ears. The kind of rabbit he had always wanted as a kid. He looked back up at he mirror, his eyes frozen in horror as he read the word written in the blood of the animal. Fag. Fag. Fag. Fag. "Shit." So it was Noah who was holding him. Noah was warm. Noah felt safe.

"Fuck." Or was Greyson holding him? One of them was. Or maybe both of them were. Blaine wasn't so sure because all he could see was the dead rabbit. The dead rabbit and fag. Fag. Fag. "Come on Bee."

But Blaine didn't want to budge so Greyson had to pick him up. He cuddled the small boy to his chest, pushing passed the gathered crowd and into his own cabin, shouting an order at the group to go get an adviser and the nurse. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned..."

"Shh, Bee." He laid his brother down on his bed, sitting next to him and blocking him from view of whoever had followed him. "Shh..." But Blaine wouldn't stop. He kept up his mantra of prayers and apologies and crying and Greyson had no idea what to do. Or why Blaine hadn't passed out from lack of oxygen yet. "Come on, Bumble Bee... you're going to make yourself sick." He muttered softly, brushing Blaine's hair away from his face and his heart clenching when the younger boy flinched away from his touch. "When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right in front of me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be." His voice wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst.

He sang the song he knew his grandmother used to sing to Blaine whenever he had had a nightmare. He sang the only song he knew how to play on guitar. He played the song that he had been singing ever since Blaine had been a little boy. And it seemed to do it's job, relaxing Blaine enough that he was no longer muttering nonsensical prayers and apologies. "And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree... There will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see... There will be an answer, let it be." He reached out a hand to pet Blaine's hair once again, a sob nearly passing through his lips when Blaine's eyes painfully closed in a way that was eerily familiar to when they were children. "Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be."

Finally Blaine collapsed into what Greyson hoped was sleep, his own head falling forward to rest upon his brother's shoulder and the tears finally leaking from his eyes.

Noah looked at the two brothers from his spot at the other side of Blaine's bed, his own tears flowing, but his arms encasing a sobbing Lily. "Whisper words of wisdom... let it be." The two of them sang quietly to each other, both thinking the same thing... Why did it seem as though Blaine Anderson and his brother were so... broken? And what could they do to fit them back together again?

A: N – Uh... so... I... I don't even know how to describe this chapter besides... INCREDIBLY angsty. And really hard to write... let alone read through. I don't even know where this came from... But things sort of look better from here on? At least for the rest of summer camp the chapters are going to be lighter... -hides- FORGIVE ME FOR THE ANGST!

Next chapter: Everyone seems to have a heart-to-heart with Blaine as he's in the Camp hospital wing. Meanwhile, a psychiatrist and parents are called in along with alcohol and an outreach program that has Blaine meeting someone that may change both his and Noah's lives... a certain Warbler named Wesley Monroe. Danielle and Lily have a talk and come to a very similar conclusion considering their friendships and their romantic lives.