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. I don't own – nor am I a member of – Fleetwood Mac, Disney, or Michael Buble or whoever else owns "Don't Stop", "Friend Like Me", or "Best is Yet to Come".

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 (We really do get each other. It's fantastically wonderful. Haha. Well I've decided that if the story will let me it's going to be canon until Puck goes to Juvi with a few irregularities here and there... which you will most definitely see as the story goes on.), CanAnyoneHearMe (No... I'm planning on keep Kurt and Blaine as strictly friends. As I said to Aledda above you, it's going to be canon until around Puck goes to Juvi. We'll get to see Blaine at Dalton and Puck at McKinley. Since I'm in season 1 of Glee when they go back to school I'll actually have something to go off. XD), PmYuna (Oh my... did I kill you? Yeah... Grey has definitely grown up.), SebastianWinters (I inspired you? Ahhh! That's so great! Write one! Go ahead! I'll read it! AND I HAVE A FAN! I am so happy now. :D), omgbelle (I actually have no idea what song they're doing as a welcome number... I should probably figure that out soon, yeah?), perchance to wake (Puck cares so much even though he doesn't want to admit that he does. XD), damonia cassandra (Oh my... are you in love with Grey? Well, be happy that there's plenty of him in this chapter.), and MrH-Batesy (Thank you!).

A:N – Happy New Year! I hope you all had a great 2011 and have a great 2012!

This Chapter: The Daltoners set up a welcome back number in the cafeteria, and Danielle comforts Lily. But when Blaine shows up at dinner are his worries about how Lily would take the transfer right or wrong? And with the re-arrival of Greyson, Blaine's going to be forced to face what happened with Paul and what is happening with Noah.

"Good news Blaine." Doctor Mathenson leaned forward in his seat, a wide smile spread across his face and his crisp white shirt being pulled at by his notebook. "You're almost done with the sessions deemed needed by the hospital." The curly haired boy allowed him to work a tiny smile out of his lips and his eyes were much less cautious than their first meetings. "So tell me, Blaine. How's camp going?"

Blaine picked at his shirt sleeve, an unconscious tell to the psychiatrist that something had happened at camp that Blaine both wanted to avoid and talk about. "It's camp." He struggled to come to that two worded answer and shrugged with a small blush.

Doctor Mathenson knew Blaine hated coming to the sessions, but he also knew that the boy enjoyed them more than the ones his father made him attend with that lady from his church. "You told me you were thinking about transferring to a different school... one with an anti-bullying policy." Blaine seemed to both relax and freeze up at the mention of the inevitable transfer. "Have you made up your mind yet?"

Blaine nodded slowly, biting at his lower lip and shyly looking up at the Doctor through his eyelashes. "Yes..."

"What's your decision?" He prompted, placing his elbows on his knees and searching to make out eye contact with the damaged boy before him.

"... I'm transferring to Dalton." Blaine heaved in a deep breath. "I have the uniform and everything." He offered the psychiatrist a sad attempt at a half smile, but Doctor Mathenson knew his heart wasn't in it.

"I thought you wanted to transfer." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. "But something's holding you back." He sat back in his seat, his hand curling around his chin as he thought of a reason. "A boy perhaps?"

Blaine shook his head but he seemed to have trouble breathing for a second. "P-Pau- there's no boy."

Doctor Mathenson made a mental note to bring that back up later. "A girl then? What was her name...? Lily?"

"Lily understands."

"You don't sound so sure." Doctor Mathenson leaned forward again. "Tell me what happened."

"It's not a very interesting story." Blaine shrugged at him, an embarrassed blush painting his cheeks lightly.

"I'm sure I've heard worse."

Blaine stared at him for a moment, calculating whether or not he should speak before he opened up his mouth to begin. "There's this boy-"

"Ah, so I was right!"

"Not that kind of boy." Blaine wrinkled his nose in what Doctor Mathenson was soon to suspect was disgust. "Wes is just a friend. But anyway, he goes to Dalton. And so do some of his friends and they go to camp with me too now."

Noah's hand was steady on Blaine's back as they walked into the cafeteria for dinner. He was being protective and Blaine knew that. He also knew that if anyone saw that Noah was being protective of the gay boy nothing good would be thought about him. But he didn't bother pushing him off; he would let Noah be as protective as he wanted for the moment. Blaine had a feeling that he was going to need it.

Only, when he stepped into the cafeteria, there was no hushed silence. No exaggerated boos or cries of "fag" or anything that could have been Hollywood-ized or degrading. No one did anything. They all carried on with their meals and their conversations.

Sure, a few people looked their way – people like Slick and the rest of Noah's team – but none of them made any move to actually do anything. For a moment Blaine had been scared that Slick would, but he stayed back, actually tearing his eyes away from Blaine's and pulling everyone else back to their food. It was unusual, but Blaine wasn't about to comment on the peace of mind he was actually being allowed for once.

"Blaine Anderson." He jumped at the unfamiliar voice calling his name. He backed up into Noah's side as a brown haired boy – someone that Blaine seemed to only vaguely recognize – came up to stand in front of him. His brown eyes twinkled and his teeth were a bit too shiny but he looked normal enough. He held out a welcoming hand to Blaine – a welcoming arm to Blaine, actually – waving him forward. "I'm Nick Lindmere."

"Pleasure." And sure Blaine didn't exactly know what to think of this guy standing in front of him but he did know enough to know about manners. He shook the other boy's hand as politely as he could while fighting the urge to simply hide behind Noah's protective presence.

Nick smiled even wider at him. "If you would please come with me."

And, okay, maybe he was a bit freaked out now but Noah still followed him, going far enough to wrap his arm around Blaine's shoulders and fist bump Nick. Okay... so they knew each other and it wasn't as though Noah was going to pick Blaine up and throw him in a dumpster or anything (or at least Blaine hoped he wasn't going to) so he allowed himself to trust his friend for the time being.

He was lead over to an empty lunch table in the middle of the cafeteria, Nick placing his hands on Blaine's shoulders and forcing him to sit down on the metal bench in a surprisingly gentle grip. Blaine flinched, and Nick's eyes flashed with something that Blaine could almost place before a small smile was sent his way and he allowed himself to be seated. Noah sat down next to him, sending Nick a curious look. "Sit. And enjoy the show." Nick smiled at him once more before glancing over at Noah and winking.

"Enjoy what show?" Blaine whispered the question to Noah, who simply shrugged at him, clearly at as much of a loss as Blaine was about what was going on.

The sounds of a piano cut across whatever Noah had been planning to say in response, drums joining in not long after along with an echoing of "don't stop". Blaine jumped once more, thinking for a moment that he was the only one hearing the song. But, when he looked around, he noted everyone's surprised looks. "If you wake up and don't want to smile. If it takes just a little while" He couldn't help a choked laugh that passed through his lips when he saw Wes jumping up onto one of the cafeteria tables and singing boastfully, an African American boy joining him quickly.

"Open your eyes and look at the day. You'll see things in a different way." Nick popped out of nowhere, a blonde boy joining in to sing with him from a few tables over.

"Don't stop!"

"What will your pleasure be?" The blonde ran over to him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up out his seat. "Let me take your order, jot it down, you ain't never had a friend like me." He stumbled a little, tripping over his own feet as he was spun between him and Nick.

"It'll be better than before! Yesterday's gone! Yesterday's gone!"

"Can your friends do this?" The boy singing with Wes did an exaggerated back flip, landing on his feet and prompting a few cheers from the watching members of the camp. "Well looky here, Can your friends go, Abracadabra, let 'er rip! And then make the sucker disappear?" Wes pushed the other boy to the ground skipping, literally skipping, over to Blaine to steal him away from Nick and the blonde.

He couldn't hold back the embarrassed blush and the joyfully surprised laugh that passed through his lips as Wes visually made a fool of himself. "All I want is to see you smile." Wes smiled at him, poking the bottom of his chin much in the way Greyson used to whenever Blaine was crying when he was younger. "If it takes just a little while." He shrugged, making a ridiculous face and prompting a loud laugh out of the black haired boy. "I know you don't believe that it's true..."

"I never meant any harm to you!"

"You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend like me!" The two lines collaborated loudly, Nick and Wes holding their ending notes flawlessly as the music picked up speed.

"Don't stop thinking about tomorrow!" Wes and the blonde were the ones singing this part now, their smiles highly infectious.

"The best is yet to come!" Nick and the other boy picked up these, throwing them in flawlessly whenever Wes and the blonde stopped to catch their breath.

"Don't stop, it'll soon be here!"

"And won't that be fine!"

"It'll be better than before!"

"The best is yet to come!"

"Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone!"

"Come the day that you're mine!"

"Don't you look back!"

"You ain't never had a friend like me!" They pushed him back into his seat and ended without a break in any of their voices. The cafeteria was silent for a moment before claps and cheers filled the room, the four boy smiling brilliantly and nodding their heads in their examples of bowing.

Wes stood in front of Blaine before holding his arms out for a hug, which he was not denied. "Welcome to Dalton, Blaine."

"That sounds extraordinary." Doctor Mathenson looked at the boy before him, amazed at the kind of friendship that Blaine had just given him an example of. It was amazing, truly it was, and, most importantly, it was something that Blaine had so obviously needed.

"They were fantastic." Blaine sent him a slight smile before picking once more at his shirt sleeve.

"But I'm guessing there's more to the story." Doctor Mathenson leaned back again. "How did Lily take the transfer?"

"I'm Jeff." The blonde boy leaned across the cafeteria table to shake Blaine's hand, smiling at him happily before brushing his long bangs out of his green eyes.

Blaine smiled back at him, sure that absolutely nothing could take away his high. "That brute over there is David." Wes nodded in the direction of the African American, the boy raising his hand in a sort of half wave in Blaine's general direction.

"That was brilliant." Blaine couldn't help the gush of excitement that poured out his mouth. "I loved it!"

"Well I would hope so." Nick winked at him again, kicking at David under the table to tell him not to inhale his food.

"Nick and Jeff are going to be in your class."

And suddenly Blaine couldn't help the flush that passed over his cheeks because, oh yeah... he was repeating Freshman year. "They're freshmen?"

An uncomfortable silence took over their table for a moment, Blaine secretly happy when Noah's hand squeezed his knee under the lunch table. He forced a swallow, looking away from the four pairs of eyes that were directed at him. "Hey girls." Jeff took the moment to fill in the silence when he could, smiling up at something – someone behind Blaine.

His heart leaped in his throat because there were only two girls who would be coming over to talk to them: Lily and Danielle. As much as he was dreading seeing them he couldn't quite quell the excitement. Blaine heaved in a deep breath, standing up from his seat and turning to great the two with a smile.

Danielle smiled back at him, but Lily... Lily's hand retracted and then slammed full force into his cheek. "What the fuck!" Noah jumped up, Danielle pushed Lily back and the tables around theirs fell silent before conversation picked back up.

"So I take it she wasn't happy." Doctor Mathenson spoke slowly.

Blaine nodded at the same speed, heaving another deep breath. "She left the cafeteria crying after she yelled at me for being a jerk."

"Because you decided to transfer?"

"Because I didn't talk it over with her first." Blaine bit his lips again, his fingers picked at the leather.

"And then what happened?"

"I went back to my room with Noah after dinner and slept it off." Doctor Mathenson knew there was more to the story than that – especially any of the parts that had to do with this Noah character – but he made a mental note to bring that up later.

"Greyson said that he talked to you." Because Doctor Mathenson wasn't just being recommended by the hospital – Doctor Mathenson was possibly being brought on board by Greyson Anderson as his brother's full time psychiatrist until the doctor found that he didn't need one any longer.

Blaine glanced up at him for a moment, nodding wordlessly.

"Tell me how it went."

Greyson knocked on his door so not to scare him, knowing that, for the time being, Noah was out at practice and Blaine was resting up, probably playing his keyboard or guitar or writing songs or drawing pictures or something until his practice picked back up at two. He didn't bother waiting for his brother to open the door, entering himself and pulling the chair from the desk over to where Blaine sat on his bed, his headphones resting in his ears as his pencil danced across the sketch pad in front of him. Greyson let a small smile cross his lips before he pulled an ear bud out, shocking his brother enough to make him jump. He had been jumping a lot lately. "Hey Bee."

"Grey!" Blaine blinked at him before shutting the sketch pad and turning off his ipod, leaning forward to hug his brother, allowing himself to bury his head in the strong and steady shoulder for a moment before pulling away, a real smile on his face for once. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting you." Greyson nudged him. "Budge over." He settled into the open space next to the younger, his legs laying on the bed about four inches longer than Blaine's. Greyson had, obviously, gotten the tall genes of the family. "How are things going?"

"They're going."

"Excited to go to Dalton?" Greyson prompted as he had for almost two weeks. He wanted to know Blaine's specific thoughts on what he thought of the private school.

"I guess." The younger of the two shrugged uselessly. "Wes had me meet some of the other guys. They put on this huge performance at dinner yesterday to welcome me."

Greyson glanced down at the sketch pad again before glancing back up at his awkwardly silent brother. "How's Puck?"

Blaine forced himself to swallow. "He's good."

"Short answers always means something's up with you, Blaine."

Blaine flushed at his brother's words. "Nothing's up with me."

"You're still going through a horrible break up."

"I'm not doing anything with Noah."

"That's bull shit and you know it." Greyson glared at him for a moment before his features softened. His arm crossed over Blaine's shoulders. "Listen... I know you're... worried and scared and freaked out."

"Grey-"

"And I know you. You're exactly like mom." He back tracked at the hurt look on Blaine's face at the comparison to their mother. "Well not exactly. Mom's a bitch. But you both have the same way of dealing with problems because you two were always so close. Blaine you run away from things."

"I do not-!"

"You are now." Blaine's eyes watered and he tried to pull out of Greyson's strong hold. "Not running away from the bullying. They could kill you and that's the right thing to do." Greyson rested his head on top of Blaine's own, pulling his brother's hand into his own. "But you are running away from what happened with Paul."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You can't ignore it, Blaine." Greyson stressed. "And you can't make it go away by being with Puck. That's not right and you know it."

And Blaine did know it. He heaved a shuddering breath, wanting the pain that pulled at his heart to give way to something different. He just wanted it to go away. "It's not fair."

"I know it's not fair. And I know you don't mean to be using Puck but you are. Bee you're lost." Greyson felt Blaine's shoulder begin to shake with repressed tears. "You need to give yourself some time." He whispered into his ear. "You need to figure out who you are."

Blaine heaved in a deep breath. "I need your help." He bit his lips again and Doctor Mathenson leaned forward, intrigued despite the tears gathering in his patient's eyes.

"What can I do?"

"Help me figure out who I am now."

A smile grew on Doctor Mathenson's face as he sat back in his chair. "And that, my friend, is step two."

A:N - How's the style for this chapter?

Next Chapter: Blaine puts an end to what's going on with him and Noah. Lily apologizes and the summer draws to an end.