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: PmYuna (Oh no! There won't be Klaine romance. Maybe Kurt's crush but not romance. If I put them together I won't be able to break them up. XD), Aledda (Oh you'll see that all right. Dalton is going to help Blaine so much he's going to turn into the dapper young man we all know and love. XD), perchance to wake (Well now... relax on poor Lily... I know what she did was uncalled for and you probably aren't going to like her explanation but I believe we've forgiven characters on Glee for more.), Goldstars4me (Goodness I haven't heard from you in a while. XD But thank you! I'm not sure if I'm as awesome as you seem to think I am but... eh. Thanks!), CanAnyoneHearMe (I'm gad you liked the style. Maybe we'll see more of it later on in the story.), riceftw (Yay! I'm so glad you liked it!), SebastianWinters (… I may have to start a rehab or something for all the people that told me that they'd cry if I broke up Bluck...), damonia cassandra (I'm sorry but there's not going to be much Grey (if any) this chapter.), LukeorMarch (I guess I'll forgive you for not reviewing the chapter before last. I guess. -winks-), and Frelise (No! Blaine did not kill the rabbit. Who killed the rabbit will, however, be reveled later in the story (if I remember). Anything else that confuses you please tell me about it. I may have made a mistake or forgotten about something or maybe you're thinking ahead. But thank you so much for giving the story a chance. It means a lot!).

A:N – School sucks. So do new plot ideas. And family. And sickness. And the fact that I rewrote this chapter eight times and I'm still not happy with it. Damn me.

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

His eyes stared at the locker in front of him, unseeing. There was a pressure behind them, willing him to just let them fall. But he didn't. No Noah wouldn't let them fall. At McKinley he was no longer Noah. He was Puck. He was a bad ass bully who had no brain and even less emotions. He couldn't afford to be Noah. Not here.

"Hey man." Finn appeared out of nowhere, his fist held up for the casual fist bump they usually did every morning. Noah ignored it for once - he wasn't feeling like much of a fist bumping type today – forgoing the usual gesture in order to stare at one of the only pictures he had taped up in his locker. A group picture that Danielle had forced on him before the summer was out – a group picture she had forced on everyone. Finn's eyes followed his gaze, a frown on his friend's features. "That you're girlfriend, dude?" Finn nodded towards Danielle.

Noah scoffed a bit, snorting as he shoved the locker closed with his shoulder. "She wishes." He wished. Things would be so much simpler if he was with her again. Danielle was so simple. With her there were no complicated emotions or pain. God there was no pain. Noah was happy with as little pain as was possible.

Finn laughed along with him, the two of them talking loudly about Noah's conquests as they walked down the hallway. Noah stopped talking after a bit – once Mike and Matt had joined them, the girls not far behind – opting instead to let the words drift over him. They passed by the choir room and Noah felt a strange tingle in the back of his head when his eyes fell onto the piano situated to the side of the small classroom.

Piano's always brought back memories he didn't want.

Memories about Blaine's keyboard and the songs he used to sing softly to himself. Memories about Noah pushing him against said keyboard and laying a kiss on him, Blaine's soft and warm and comfortable hand reaching up to run over his head and clutch at his neck...

Fuck. His pants were suddenly tighter than they were before and he shifted his gait to make the building bulge less noticeable.

He hated him.

Damn it all did Noah hate him.

With a glare he stole the slushie Finn had just brought, stalked right up to Kurt Hummel and threw it in his face, bumping his shoulder as he walked by.

God did he hate him.

Blaine didn't want to do it.

The tie was stiff in his hands as he slung it around his neck and let it fall into place. He smoothed it down with a shaking hand, throwing on his blazer and straightening the whole outfit in less than a second. He ran a hand over his hair, taking in the hardened curls that were plastered down due to the unhealthy amount of gel he had used.

At Dalton you had to look presentable.

At Dalton you had to be a gentleman.

At Dalton Blaine Anderson had to become someone completely different so that no one would know.

"You ready, Blaine?" Wes' familiar head popped through the gap in the door, a wide smile on his face.

No. No he wasn't ready. He was never going to be ready. He didn't want to do this anymore. He wanted to go back home and take up his father's offer to get him home schooled. He didn't want to do this anymore. "Yeah." He heaved in a deep breath, forcing a tight swallow and grabbing his bag before turning off the light to his dorm room.

He wanted to go home.

Only this was home now.

Blaine wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that.

"It'll be fine." Wes nudged his shoulder with his own, his smile slipping a little. Guilt clawed at Blaine for a long moment and he flushed as he looked downwards. "Come on, I'll show you to your first class." Wes guided him with a gentle hand on his arm.

But Blaine stopped.

He stopped the moment they walked into the main hallway that was full of boys – a flood of boys crowding the corridors and talking and hugging and laughing and yelling and holy shit he really couldn't do this.

Wes turned back to him, backing the two of them up with a persistent hand so that they were back in the dorm hallway that connected them to the main commons area. His brown eyes were wide, staring at Blaine in concern. "It'll be okay, Blaine." He spoke softly, gently. "We can take as long as you want."

Tears prickled at the corner of his eyes because he hated this. He hated being so scared of stepping onto the school ground. He hated being terrified of what the other boys would do to him. He hated the fact that he wanted to run home and hide under his covers and have his mother tell him all the stories about princesses that he wanted her to. Only he couldn't do that so he would lay in bed and tell himself all the stories about princesses he wanted to hear. It wasn't as good as his mother but it was good enough. It got the job done. Maybe he'd go home and call Doctor Mathenson and they'd talk about why he was so afraid to take the step out into the real world. He hated, most of all, that he wanted nothing more than to call up Noah and apologize and hug him tightly and kiss him and be told that he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to do.

But that was done. None of that could happen. It was too late now. Especially the Noah thing.

Noah had made it perfectly clear that he wanted nothing to do with Blaine. And Blaine really didn't blame him. During the "break up" - which was still a weird way of thinking of it since they were never officially together – Blaine had been more than a little messed up, and his thoughts hadn't been coming out right and Noah... well Noah was understandably upset. He lost the guy that was always there for him to make out with. He lost the guy that he used as a way to let out tension. And Blaine lost the guy that made him forget about everything that had gone wrong.

"What'd I do wrong?" And what did Noah do wrong? Noah had been wonderful lately, he'd been more than wonderful lately, but they were fifteen and there was no way that what they were doing wasn't anything less than confusing to both of them.

But Blaine wasn't sure how to answer, because Noah's eyes were all wide and honest and really, he had a small pout forming on his face. His brown eyes were glittering with what Blaine suspected were tears and he felt his heart pull in a way it had never pulled before. "You didn't do anything wrong." He rushed to reassure.

Noah rushed forward, grasping Blaine's wrists in his hands and ignoring the harsh flinch backwards. "Then why are you doing this?" Anguish filled his voice. "Why are you doing this to me too?"

And maybe that was what got him because Blaine suddenly felt tears pulling at his eyes and flowing down his cheeks. As if this wasn't hard enough. "I'm not leaving you." He wrestled his hand out of Noah's grasp, resting it on his cheek. "I just… Christ Noah I need to figure myself out."

"I can help you-"

"No you can't!" Blaine snapped at him, pushing him away roughly. "You can't help me at all! It's like every time I'm with you my head gets all fuzzy and I don't want to do anything but let you hold me and tell me that everything's going to be okay!"

Noah's mouth hung open at the words and Blaine regretted them almost immediately. But there was no turning back now. He had to let out what he wanted to say. If he didn't say it now it would never get said. "Blaine-"

"And you! You're lost, Noah! You're lost so much that you don't even know who you are!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because if I don't than you'll never know!" He snapped, punching at the wall across from him. The anger he felt mixed with his anguish. He never expected to feel this much. "I'll never be able to fix myself if I'm with you! And God. God I wish I could but I can't!" He walked forward, holding Noah's hand in his own. "As if that wasn't an example enough about how screwed up I am." He chuckled cynically. "I just… Noah we weren't even together and I was using you and I'm sorry. But this isn't the end."

Noah blinked at him, before shoving him roughly away. "Stay the fuck away from me." His eyes were hard and Blaine resisted the urge to flinch and run away because Noah didn't look like Noah anymore. He looked like one of the bullies.

He marched his way out of the locker room, leaving Blaine leaning against the lockers. But Blaine wasn't about to let him go. He had one last thing he wanted to say. "Noah! If you ever need me I'm here for you." Noah stopped, his back to Blaine, his shoulders rigid. "I just need to be here for myself for the time being."

Marion wasn't the same without Blaine.

Lily let out a long suffering sigh, leaning her head against the locker she had taken to sharing with Danielle. Blaine's old locker was the one that used to be right next to hers and Lily honestly couldn't even stand to look at the locker anymore. It was too sad. She felt too much guilt.

Her red hair was pulled up into a pony tail, the loose bits falling into her face. Danielle tossed her soccer ball at her, a smile pulling over her face when Lily caught it easily. She wasn't in softball for nothing. "Hey Lil."

"Hiya Dani." Lily smiled gently at her, easily popping open their locker for her friend. She stopped short at the picture Danielle had decided to hang up. The one that Greyson had taken of them while they were in the middle of performing at camp that year. Blaine's new friends from Dalton where there, Danielle was there, Lily was there, Noah was there, Blaine was there. And goodness of course Danielle had to have the two that Greyson had taken.

In the first Lily and Blaine were so far apart, so awkward. And in the second Lily was leaning forward on the bench in front of the grand piano and hugging him tightly. Greyson had been so far away that the picture was blurry, and the elder Anderson was definitely no artist when it came to photography but he wasn't exactly horrible.

But then again neither was Lily's 91 year old great aunt but they almost never let her near a camera.

"Go apologize." Danielle nudged Lily in Blaine's direction.

Lily frowned, biting her lip and forcing a swallow down her dry throat. "Will he even listen to one?" She wondered softly, her sneaker scuffing at the wooden stage in a manner that clearly stated how nervous she was.

Danielle let out a short, yet bitter, laugh. "When has he ever denied anyone a chance at forgiveness?"

Lily paused, thinking over what Danielle had said before walking forward and patting him gently on the shoulder. Blaine jumped, turning away from the piano and Noah and facing her instead. Noah tensed in the middle of his conversation with Nick and David and Lily wondered – if not for the first time – exactly what it was that was going on with her best friend and the football player. As of now, she had no concrete answer. And she wanted one, but she was really in no position to be asking that Blaine tell her. "Hey..." Her voice was soft. Softer than she expected. All that she had rehearsed flew out of her mind. The words seemed so mediocre now.

"Hi." He spoke as softly as Lily had, keeping his eyes down from hers. She wanted to cry. She had seen that look before – she'd seen that look countless times before. All the bullies gave him that look. Lily hated that she was the one to give him it when he was supposed to be safe.

"I... I am so sorry." Lily wailed, slapping a hand over her mouth as the tears began to fall. Blaine's head shot up to look at her, his hazel eyes – his beautiful hazel eyes – wide in concern and fear. God Blaine was too good a person for his own good.

"Lily-"

"Please don't." She dropped down next to him before the piano. "Please don't forgive me. I don't deserve it."

"Lils...you deserve so much-"

"Don't make me feel better. I deserve all the guilt I have clawing at me because of this." Lily forced the tears back, blinking to clear her gaze and sitting up straight, drawing up her height with her courage. "You deserve all the happiness in the world Blaine. And you deserve to be safe and I'm selfish and I'm so sorry. I don't hate you. I don't. And you shouldn't have to talk it over with me first and God I am such a selfish bitch-"

"Don't say that about yourself-"

"And you're too damn nice and I don't deserve your forgiveness."

"You're already forgiven."

"I shouldn't be."

"Too late."

She let him pull her into a hug and she didn't let him tell her that it was all okay. Because it wasn't. That guilt was still eating at her soul and she knew she'd have to find a way to make it up to him. She would have to.

Noah settled down on his bed besides Quinn, watching as the tears flowed down her cheeks. She was a pretty crier. Santana was a pretty crier too (not that Noah had ever seen her cry because apparently watching her break down into tears when she found out her grandfather had died meant nothing and he better not mention that to anyone). Blaine, one the other hand... Noah had seen Blaine cry so many times. And it never ceased to make him want to either kill someone or jump off a bridge. Quinn, however, caused nothing more than a dull ache. The same sort of dull ache that Hummel inspired when he had walked by him crying in the hallway the other day.

"Am I fat Puck?" The question came out of nowhere. It was completely unexpected.

Noah surveyed Quinn for a long moment, raising an eyebrow at her and taking a swing of his wine cooler (it was all his mother had in the house, so he'd make due). "Not at all, babe."

Quinn sniffled once again before leaning back down against his pillows, her hand trailing down his chest and taking the wine cooler out of his hand to place it on the table. "Show me, please." She whispered. Noah paused for a moment, remembering the last person he had under him like this. The last time he had been ready to kiss someone's mouth and do more with them. The woman down the street. She was lonely. Her husband was having an affair and she had looked to the young pool boy for the support and ego boost she needed (not to mention satisfaction). And Noah was more than happy to give her what she wanted.

And he was more than happy to do the same for Quinn. Quinn didn't deserve to feel this way about herself. She was beautiful. She didn't deserve to hate herself. "Puck..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

So he did it. He leaned down and kissed her and taught her all about how beautiful she was and tried not to think about how that day was circled on his calendar by a blue sharpie and "Blaine's birthday" was written in Noah's messy handwriting.

A: N – I hate this chapter. I hate it. I'm just saying. I hate it.

I promise the next chapter will be up faster. I hate how long it took me to get this chapter up. Forgive me. I love everyone who stayed with me!

Next Chapter: Blaine's settling in at Dalton, Lily takes the first step to making it up to Blaine, Greyson has some great news, and, oh yeah, Quinn's pregnant.