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: Lopedogg (Yay fangirl! I am so happy to have one! -hugs-), Aledda (Please don't think I died. I love your dreams. Please continue to tell me more about them. XD), perchance to wake (Yeah... ick cigarettes. My sister thinks I'm allergic to them.), lilli kitty (Isn't it? I'm sorry for the wait. :( Really. I am.), Salem Fae Carrol (Thank you so much! You are so kind!), LukeorMarch (I forgive you. :D Yeah... Paul is Slick's brother. And Slick and Paul are Lily's cousin's. Love the family, eh? XD), and CanAnyoneHearMe (Thank you so much for reviewing all of the chapters that you did! It's so kind and I hope you continue to enjoy the story!).

A:N – I have no Wi-Fi. My life hates me. Not only can I not update, but I can't do one of my final projects. Thank you computer. Thank you.

And real life hates me and I am so so so so so sorry for not posting this sooner. I grovel at your feet readers. GROVEL!

Start Act II.

Chapter 10 Part 1

Greyson hated blood. Sure he wanted to be a Doctor after college but he hated blood. Or maybe he hated his brother's blood. But, either way, Greyson had to run to the closest bathroom before vomiting out all of the pizza he had eaten for dinner that night the moment his eyes fell onto Blaine for the first time.

He gripped the sink tightly, screwing his eyes shut and nearly flinging himself back over to the toilet - or trash bin or something – at the sight that was practically tattooed onto his eyelids. Blood. So much blood.

The white suit shirt that Blaine had looked to handsome almost stained so red that it looked like some screwed up candy cane that an elf had vomited up. His yellow and pink friendship bracelet that Lily had given him at the beginning of the week in the doorway of the hospital and now clenched in Greyson's shaking palm. His dark blue suit pants that he had been so excited to wear now black because of the harsh forced mix of red. His shiny black shoes no longer shiny and no longer black. His face completely unresponsive and blood was caked in his curly black hair and matted to his forehead and more just kept coming and coming and coming and Greyson couldn't take it anymore, slamming his eyes open and vomiting in the closest toilet.

This wasn't right, this just wasn't right.

He put a hand over his mouth, not even bothering to suppress the tears as they welled up in his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks. Fear caused his throat to close but, overall, it was just this... this overwhelming feeling of being cheated. Greyson felt cheated. He felt as though Blaine was cheated.

Greyson fell against the bathroom stall, hands reaching up to cover his eyes, a yelled out sob tearing through his throat.

Who did this? Who the fuck would do this to his brother? To someone like Blaine? To sweet, generous, too-goddamn-naïve-for-his-own-good Blaine?

He wanted to bash someone's head it. Greyson wanted to go out there, shove his father against the hospital's wall and yell at him. Beat him to a pulp. Demand that he tell him why he cared so much now when he didn't give a damn before.

He wanted to beat Slick. He wanted to throw him to the ground and force him to tell him why he had been such an asshole if their brothers were the same.

It just wasn't fair.

Fuck it all.

It just wasn't fair.

Noah couldn't bring himself to stop staring out into space. Mister Anderson's keys were clenched so tightly in his fist that he had a feeling they were drawing blood. It wasn't healthy, but Noah couldn't feel the metal pinching skin. The nurse who had found him had said something about shock and "better sit the lad down and get him some water". Mister Anderson was pacing a whole in the floor but Noah was pretty sure he didn't care. Well he did care. Because Mister Anderson was probably freaking out. But... the thing was...

Well Noah couldn't get the image out of his head. That image of Blaine being wheeled in unconscious and the blood. God there was so much blood.

Noah had never seen anything so gruesome in his life.

So maybe he was in shock. Maybe he was more freaked out than he wanted to show. But if Noah Puckerman knew one thing, it was that if he ever saw those assholes who did this they wouldn't survive passed three seconds.

(Three Weeks Later)

Blaine glared at his shaking hand, his back propped up against his pillows and his fork clattering back onto the tray. An irresistible surge of anger spread through his spine, flowed through his body to the point where the tray and all of its contents were flipped over and thrown at the wall opposite of him. His shoulder and hand screamed out in protest but Blaine didn't care. He was pissed. If he couldn't even pick up a fork how the hell was he supposed to do anything else in his life?

"I'm pretty sure the tray didn't do anything to you, Blaine." Cameron chastised lightly. Her brown hair was pulled up in the standard hospital pony tail, yet her clothes screamed out her true identity. College student. College student with a very important mother who managed to get her an internship at the hospital. Physical therapy student.

Blaine figured he had to be nice to her since she was dating Greyson.

"Oh, so we're back to the silent treatment?" Cameron tapped her pen lightly on her folder before smiling at him, her green eyes twinkling in his direction. "What happened this time?"

Frustrated tears pulled themselves up to Blaine's eyes, his hands shaking and curling in his sheets. They wouldn't stop trembling. That was all they did. Tremble and tremble and tremble and not cooperate and useless and so damn pathetic. "Blaine?" Her eyes took on the same sympathetic and worried look as everyone else's, her hand closing over his own. "Sweetie, it's going to take time."

"I can't do it." He spoke angrily, teeth clenched and pressed tight together, almost grinding.

"Blaine-"

"Please go."

Cameron pushed herself out of her chair. But she didn't leave. Not like Blaine was hoping she would. No. She walked back over to the tray and picked up the discarded fork, grasping it in her palm and walking over to his left side. She pressed the metal into his palm. "Try this hand." She whispered gently. Blaine didn't know what she was getting at.

"I'm a righty-"

"Humor me."

So he did. And, miraculously, it worked.

Camp wasn't the same without Blaine.

To put it simply, it pretty much sucked.

Lily wasn't the same without Blaine, Danielle was bitchier than Noah ever remembered, Greyson was never around to coach the team, and Slick was still an asshole. And then there was that Asian.

It wasn't that Noah didn't like Wesley Monroe. He just was getting annoyed with the guy. It was all "perfection" this and "dynamics" that. Noah felt like he was stuck in a room with a male Rachel Berry. And no way in hell was that ever going to work out.

But, all in all, the Asian was pretty damn perceptive. And he seemed to know more about the situation with Blaine than even Lily did. So Noah figured the guy had to at least slightly useful.

But camp wasn't the same without Blaine.

Noah couldn't place why it wasn't, but nothing seemed right anymore. Noah couldn't go into the lunch room without feeling as though he was missing the sound of musical laughter. He couldn't go into the music section without wanting to break into song and cry at the same time. He couldn't go into his own cabin without feeling like something huge was missing.

And he guessed something huge was missing. Blaine was missing. Blaine was in a hospital. Blaine was relearning the basics. He was going through physical therapy. He was crying at night and singing during the day. Noah knew that because he had seen it. He had heard it. And, for some reason, he wanted nothing more than to sit beside Blaine's hospital bed and listen to his early morning songs of being lost and not remembering and pain and love. He didn't want to hear him cry out about things that he didn't even remember happening. He didn't want any of that.

But he wanted him back.

Something just wasn't right without Blaine Anderson.

That Saturday found Noah and Lily and Danielle sitting inside of Blaine's hospital room, waiting for him to come back from physical therapy. Noah figured that they'd surprise him by bringing his guitar by, but then, they had all realized, once they had gotten into the room, that it probably wasn't their smartest idea. Blaine was apparently a lefty now. The guitar was a righty guitar.

Noah had read somewhere that the way to make a guitar righty was to switch the strings, and he figured he'd try something like that later. So long as Blaine was okay with that, that was. "Why is this still so freakin' depressing?" Danielle threw out into the empty room.

Noah figured that she had a good point. Every time Noah walked into the hospital he felt the need to go find a corner and wallow in despair for a good three hours. "Because they haven't caught them yet." Lily spoke softly and matter of factly. She hadn't been the same ever since the beating. Noah decided that none of them were.

He quietly strummed on the guitar, the strings bending under his fingers and popping back up to make a pretty melody. "He's a good boy. Loves his mama. Loves Jesus, and America too." He sang softly, changing the lyrics the best he could on the spot. Noah didn't sing much, but he found that music was one the best outlets for emotion in the passed few weeks.

"All the vampires walkin' through the valley. They move west down Ventura Boulevard. And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows. And the good ones are home with broken hearts." Lily joined in with him, smiling slightly and linking her middle finger in her green suspenders.

"I wanna glide down over Mulholland. I wanna write her, her name in the sky. I'm wanna free fall out into nothin'. Oh, I'm gonna leave this, this world for a while." Danielle held onto her bag's strap with a pale hand. Palest Noah had ever seen her hand.

"Now I'm free, free fallin', fallin'." And they repeated the line over and over again until Noah was forced to stop the song. Smiles were spread across their faces by the end and they didn't disappear when the door burst open and Blaine practically ran in.

"I did it!" Lily held out her arms wide for a hug, but Blaine seemed to bypass her, flinging himself at Noah. Noah's heart felt as though it was complete when he wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, catching both him and himself. Noah didn't ever want to let go.

But then Blaine did, opening his arms wide for Lily and Danielle. "Did what?" Noah pushed down the disappointment, sliding the guitar back in its case.

"I wrote a letter!" Lily let out a tiny laugh. A tiny proud, tear filled laugh. "Oh my goodness I wrote a letter!" He swept her into another hug. "And I played the piano!"

"Wow boy, you're moving fast." Danielle laughed at him, pulling him into another hug.

"Oh Dani, if I so weren't gay and you so weren't as horny as a male dog I'd kiss you!" And he pulled away from her hug to go back towards Noah, staring at him as though he were trying to gauge if it was alright to hug him again or not. "You don't understand how great it is, Noah-"

"No I get it." And Noah did get it. He understood it more than he'd like to think of. A smile broke across his face, his brown eyes crinkling at the edges. "I'm proud of you."

And then he was pulling Blaine into a hug himself and Lily and Danielle were trading a look that he so didn't want to think about. So he didn't. He simply pulled Blaine tighter to himself, happy when the arms wound around his neck did the same.

A: N – Yeah it's short. But it's only the start of Act II! I'll try to have another chapter up soon so keep on the lookout! ONCE AGAIN I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

Next Chapter: Not everything has gotten better. Blaine's still not allowed to go back to the camp and his grandmother is visiting him in the hospital. Couple that with the return of Paul and you're in a for a bag of not good.