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, sexual situations, sex, substance abuse on minors, smoking with minors, ect.
A thanks to those who reviewed: Aledda (Don't you DARE shorten your reviews! They make me so happy to read! I love hearing about your reactions to things! It's fantabulous! But, yes, sadly, I'll be sticking as close to canon as I can. Up until Puck goes to Juvi that is.), Runaway-Luv (Wes certainly will try.), LukeorMarch (It's my job to compliment my reviewers as much as they compliment me. And the reviews certainly do make me happy and I really do seem to grow a tiny crush on all of my reviewers if they're nice to me. -laughs- Write as much as you want in your reviews. I certainly won't complain if they're long. :D), Salem Fae Carrol (Aww thank you! I'm so glad you think I'm an amazing author! You're awesome too!), Goldstars4me (-hands tissue- Haha. I'm guessing you liked the kiss? Greyson and Blaine... I love writing family moments so much...), kzap88 (Oh yay! I'm so happy you're enjoying the way I'm introducing Wes! Thank you!), omgbelle (I'm so glad you reviewed! And it will turn out okay in the end... sadly the end is a long way away.).
A: N – I HAVE SURVIVED THE SNOW STORM!
This chapter: Wes meets Blaine, Danielle ends her and Noah's relationship, and the camp says farewell to summer and hello to the school year.
Blaine picked at his nails idly, staring up at the roof with a look a kin to outraged boredom. This was, what? Their second meeting? The first one Blaine was actually awake enough to remember? And the guy from the outreach program was late. Such a great outreach counselor he was. He snorted, shifting into a different position and resisting the urge to glare at the door.
By this time Blaine was simply tired. And he hated how tired he was and he hated the little pills that Lisa had given him that were "allowed the eyes of God to put an end to your feelings". They made him irritable and cranky and incredibly exhausted all day long. He couldn't stand it. So far Blaine had managed to keep himself hidden away from others so that he wouldn't snap and hurt any feelings but it was beginning to get harder and harder as the others pushed closer and closer.
And there was the outreach counselor. He wasn't what Blaine had expected: a tall Asian boy, looking only a few years older than Blaine himself. He was dressed in a clean and crisp white shirt and dark blue jeans. His shoes were shining almost in a mockingly manner. He had a superior look on his face, a tiny smile that was so completely faked. Blaine didn't like him.
Not that Wes liked Blaine either. When Wes walked in the room and saw the short boy – Blaine, he reminded himself – all he saw was a delinquent who seemed to think he was better than anyone else. No longer was Blaine the adorable little boy curled into his ginger haired friend in a hospital bed. No... this Blaine looked to tense and irritable that Wes' suspicions of him being yet another drug user were practically confirmed.
Wes didn't want anything to do with him. But his mother had insisted. And Wes really didn't want to make his mother look at him with disapproval. "Afternoon, Blaine." Luckily for Wes he was ridiculously good at keeping his own opinions to himself. He sat in the open chair across from Blaine, thinking best that he didn't offer Blaine his hand.
"Afternoon." Only Blaine's voice was soft and so unlike the voice Wes had expected to hear out of the possible-drug-addict that Wes thought he may have come to the wrong assumption, much like David had warned him against. 'Go unbiased, Wes.' David had told him. 'Don't jump to conclusions. They're usually easily dis-proven.'
Wes shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Children obsessed with cheese he knew how to deal with. Not people like Blaine Anderson. Not a gay kid who may or may not have a drug addiction. He figured he'd make it up as he went along. "How are things going with you?" Wes asked lowly, calmly and in the most reassuring voice he could hope for.
He guessed it failed because Blaine still didn't look up at him. "They're okay." The boy picked at a piece of lint on his shirt. Wes swallowed through the thick tension that filled the room.
So it looked like he'd be the person initiating conversation, then. He may be able to do that. "Where do you go to school? Or where will you be going? You're a freshman, yeah?"
Blaine finally looked up at him, his hazel eyes throwing Wes off guard. He tried to ignore the tug in his chest that there was something promising about this boy that was based solely on the amount of raw emotion that shone in his eyes. Shock. Frustration. Sadness. And something else. Something so completely hidden that Wes was proud of o himself for even seeing a glimpse of it. Hope. Now Wes didn't exactly know what Blaine was hopeful for but it was an emotion that Wes could work with. "Yeah." Blaine glanced back down at his hands and the room suddenly felt colder. "Marion High." And then it felt even colder still.
Wes had heard stories about Marion High School. Horror stories drilled into them from some of the older students. Freshmen being shoved into lockers, pamphlets put in all their notebooks, threatening letters, physical violence... Wes felt something a kin to a vice grip settling over his heart. He didn't know why but, for some reason, he didn't want Blaine to go there. He didn't want him to put a foot into that school.
It was such a strong feeling that Wes was figuratively knocked off his feet for a moment. He had never felt so strongly about something that didn't involve music in his life. But... there was something about Blaine Anderson, something about tremor of hope he had seen his eyes that had changed everything Wes had ever thought of him. And he knew, somewhere deep in his music filled soul, that the hope he had seen in Blaine's eyes wasn't going to be there if he let him go to that school. That terrified him more than he'd like to think. "You'll..." Wes cut himself off. He didn't quite know what to say. Blaine obviously wouldn't like it there.
They sat in another bought of silence, the imposing sound of nothing only breaking when Blaine let out a long suffering sigh. "Look I'm usually paired with the really weird kids so... This is a bit strange for me." Wes confessed with a tight laugh.
He felt so proud of himself when a tiny smile quirked at the edges of Blaine's lips. "Even worse for me." The other boy supplied softly.
"So how about we try to make this less awkward and start over." Wes leaned forward, holding his hand out for Blaine to shake. "Hi. My name's Wesley Monroe. I'm currently a Sophomore at Dalton Academy for Boys. I have a younger sister with ADHD and Dyslexia and a mother and father obsessed with all things Asian."
Blaine let out a tiny laugh – a laugh! Wes was better at this than he thought. - and took Wes' hand in his own. "I'm Blaine Anderson. I'm a Freshman at Marion High starting in two weeks. I have an older brother with a hero complex and overly large ego and father who owns a restaurant and a mother who's a... she's a nurse." And okay so Wes totally noticed how his smile dimmed at his own unintentional mention of his mother. So something was up with the mother. Wes could deal with that.
"Do you like... football?" Wes asked the question with an apprehension in his voice. If he got a yes he wasn't sure what he would do.
"Yes." Blaine confessed with an easy smile, the push of the lips growing larger as each moment passed. "I'm not very good at playing it though. I'm too short."
Wes hadn't lost all hope then. "Do you like music? Please tell me you like music."
"Who doesn't like music?" Another laugh passed through Blaine's mouth. "But I don't like music. I love it. Music's my passion, my life. I don't know what I'd do with it."
Never mind what Wes said about not liking this kid. He was pretty sure he could fall in love with him. You know... if Blaine was a girl.
"Puck... Noah..." Danielle's hand slid out of his own, nudging him into a seated position at the edge of his bed. His lips suctioned off her neck with a pop, his tongue briefly peaking out to run over his nearly chapped lips. "I can't... we need to talk Noah."
She closed her eyes and Noah missed their chocolate coloring for a moment before a frown settled over his features. Talking was never a good thing in any relationship. Talking usually meant breaking up. And Noah really didn't want to break up with Danielle. Not yet. "About what, Dani?"
But he'd still talk if she wanted to. He pushed himself away from her, moving off her body and looking at her diligently. She sat up herself, grabbing his hand back in her own. Maybe this wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. She took in a deep breath and opened her eyes. Noah was shocked by the look of angry determination that shone there. "This is me. Breaking up with you."
Noah felt his heart drop. "Wh-what? Why?" He scrambled towards her, closer to her body. He didn't want to be alone. Not again.
"You don't love me." She said simply. "I don't love you. We don't love each other."
Noah was pretty sure love had never come into the picture before that moment but he would make himself be in love with her if it meant she didn't leave him. "No. I do love you, Dani. I do-"
"Don't." She commanded, placing her hand over his mouth. "You don't love me."
"I can, Dani. I can love you. Please don't leave me-" He placed his mouth on hers desperately, running his hands over the curves of her breasts to press into her back.
"No." She pushed him away and Noah complied. He wasn't some sort of rapist. He would listen when she told him to stop. "Love isn't something that can just happen over night Noah. It's something that's gradual. And it's something that we don't have." She pushed herself off his bed, straightening her shirt and patting down her hair. Danielle turned back around to face him, a sad look on her face. "We're teenagers, Noah. How long did you really expect us to last? I live in Marion, you live in Lima. They're a world away from each other."
"Please Dani-"
"You'll be okay, Noah." She grasped his face between her warm palms, staring into his eyes before leaning forward to capture his lips in a searing kiss. "You just need to figure yourself out before you figure it out just how and who will make you more than okay." And then she walked out.
Just like that.
Noah didn't think he would ever feel more lost than he did at that moment. And then Blaine walked into their cabin and he felt a fresh wave of anger cloud his soul. It was all his fault. It had to be all of Blaine's fault.
If they had never kissed... If Blaine had never done whatever it was that he did to him to make him into this person he now was he would still be with Danielle. It was all Blaine's fault. It was all Blaine's fault for making him wish for the soft contours of a man's body under his whenever it was Danielle under him. And not just any man, but Blaine. It was all Blaine's fault.
With a move so uncharacteristic of him Noah pushed up from his bed, ignored Blaine's bright smile and shoved him towards the floor, a rush of adrenaline forming through his body when he saw Blaine's smile slip from his face and his hands scramble out in front of him to catch himself. Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes as fear clouded in Blaine's. Noah didn't like instilling that fear. He hated it in fact. But this part of him, his animalistic part of him wanted to see more of that fear. He wanted more of that control. And Blaine was the only person around for him to show that to.
He grabbed Blaine's arm, his adrenaline spiking at the protesting sound of fear that passed through his lips before crashing his own against the other boy's. His fingers kept Blaine's wrist in his bruising grip, his others curling around his waist and pushing him against a wall. And, surprisingly, Blaine kept up with the kiss, his mouth open and hot against Noah's, his feet kicking out at Noah's legs and his other arm pushing out to elbow Noah's stomach hard.
Noah stumbled back, staring at Blaine with wide eyes. Shocked. Yes. Noah was shocked that he had even dared do what he just did.
"Fuck you, Puckerman." Blaine shoved passed him, grabbed his bag and slammed the cabin door behind him.
Noah collapsed into tears.
He wanted to apologize. But he never saw Blaine again for the rest of the day. And by the time he did catch sight of the familiar curly hair it was too late, Blaine was climbing into a very shiny looking Volvo and Greyson was pushing his way over to Noah. "We do this thing every year." Greyson explained, handing him a piece of paper. "We meet up. The team, you know? Do a sort of scrimmage and keep each other up to date on our lives." Greyson glanced back around to the car, staring at it for moment before turning back to Noah. "I don't know what you did to him, but if I found out you hurt him I will kill you."
Greyson sounded completely serious. And that scared Noah more than the prospect of not getting accepted onto the McKinley High football team. "I would never..."
"I'm not so sure." Greyson narrowed his eyes at him before smirking and nodding towards the paper. "That's the first date. Be there or I will know that something happened between you two. You know... something more than a few kisses while you were dating someone else."
Noah's heart clenched again. How did Greyson know? Did Blaine tell him? Noah had never thought the two of them were particularly close but he had been wrong before. But, instead of saying anything to make himself seem even more suspicious than before he nodded at Greyson, shook his hand and turned back into the cabin, remembering that he hadn't yet finished his packing. He turned back around one last time to see the Volvo pulling out of the driveway for the camp and another, older, looking van pulling in to take it's place. His mother.
Noah felt a sinking feeling as the last item was packed into his bag, his eyes unintentionally filling up with tears. He scraped at them with his fist, wondering why that feeling of dread ate at his stomach. Why, whenever he looked over at Blaine's bed he felt as though a very large weight was going to be placed on his mind. He shuddered, glancing once more at the barren bed where Blaine had slept for the passed two months.
He zipped up his bag with a flick of his wrist, flinging it over his shoulder with a flourish.
For some reason Noah couldn't shake the feeling that nothing was going to be the same when he returned the next year. And he would be returning. Even if that nagging in the back of his mind was telling him to stay as far away as he could.
Turning around he couldn't avoid a tiny upturn of his lips when he saw the instrument sticking out from the bottom of Blaine's bed. His guitar. He would be sure to give it to him the next time he saw him. And then he would apologize and things would go back to how they used to be. With a determined mindset he heaved the guitar out with him.
That feeling of dread? It was totally being pushed out of the way to make room for his growing excitement.
Next Time: The first day of school and the first re-gathering of the football team. Will Noah's excitement last long enough for him to apologize? Sorry guys but things aren't going to be looking up for Blaine for a while...
There'll be around one more chapter for part one and then we move onto part two: Or the summer of Freshman year where we deal with the backlash of the bashing at the Sadie Hawkin's dance, Noah and Blaine trying to fix things, Quinn Fabray, the introduction of the Warblers, big-brother Greyson, and PLENTY of drama. Though that is to be expected. ;)