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 do not own "Save Me" by the amazing band Queen. I wish I did though.
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: perchance to wake (He shouldn't have but he did. And he has his reasons for mentioning it. Yeah Blaine's a bit of a saint. I actually think I would have forgiven her as fast as he did. Or at least out loud forgiven her.), PmYuna (Aww! No crying! -hands tissue- Oh no. No time skip.), Aledda (Aww. Well at least you reviewed! I am so looking forward for the long one for this chapter though. Just sayin'. :D), LukeorMarch (Yeah it was short... Sorry. Oh it is a filler chapter. So much so. Haha. I'm glad that you're liking the new style a bit.), Frelise (I just... couldn't get it to come out right. So I hated it. But thank you so much!), and JMR (I think that is one of the best compliments I have ever gotten. Wow. But, really, never give up on love. It may sneak up on you faster than you expect.).
A:N – Has anyone heard that spoiler about Matt Bomer playing Blaine's older brother? I mean... I'm freaking out because that's who I based Greyson off of. -flails-
This 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.
Hey, I got some g8 news! - Grey
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows at the cryptic text from his older brother. Greyson wasn't the kind of person to text him when he knew he was in school... Sure Blaine was simply sitting in the library because it was his free period but it wasn't as though Greyson was psychic or something and knew that. He let out a long suffering sigh, glaring at the history text book in front of him. Repeat of Freshman year. It wasn't as though he was stupid and magically forgot everything that he had learned.
Blaine scowled and brushed a loose curl off his forehead before typing out a response as quickly and efficiently as he could. Fantastic. What is it? - Blaine
Can't tell u yet. -Grey
Blaine frowned, placing his pencil against the book in confusion and glancing around for the librarian to check to see if he was about to get caught. Why not? - Blaine
He paused for a moment, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip for a moment, his fingers tapping out a tune on the wooden table and resting his head on his fist before he sat back up to send out another quick message. Is everything okay? - Blaine
He waited until the check appeared next to his name before he placed it back in his lap and turned back to his history book. Well at least they were done learning about China.
Everything's fine. I just wanna tell u in person. -Grey
Blaine sighed again, a deep sigh before turning his phone onto silent and leaning back down to take his notes again. Around ten minutes later Blaine checked his phone for the time, blinking at the symbol that told him that he had fifteen new messages. Fifteen. On a good day, Blaine was lucky to have five.
"What the...?" He narrowed his eyes before clicking on the oldest one, obviously from Greyson. Where r u? -Grey
Still in class? - Grey
I really don't think I can keep this in any longer. - Grey
But I really don't wanna tell u through text mssg. - Grey
Think u can get out of class? - Grey
Srsly B, can u? - Grey
I'm fifteen mins away. - Grey
And then there were three from Wes, four from Lily and Danielle, and one from Noah. Noah... Blaine quickly scrolled passed his name. He'd save his for last. If Noah actually texted him it was most likely important.
School is horribly boring without you. :( - Lily
"Who set my shoe on fire?" Thought you'd appreciate that tidbit from Mr. Henry. - Dani
There's a cute guy in my math class. I think he's gay. Want me to mention you? - Lily
Srsly Lil is totally playin' matchmaker for you. Want me to stop her? - Dani
He sighed at his friend's antics. Lily was fantastic, and sure, sometimes he hadn't exactly forgiven her for slapping him and making him feel as though it was his fault for transferring... but Lily was trying. And he had said that everything was okay. But he wasn't exactly ready for a relationship, no matter how cute the boy in Lily's math class was. And, if he was, he knew just who it was he wanted to be with.
Blaine shook all thoughts of Noah out of his head, scrolling down to Wes' name instead.
Hey! Heading to Warbler's practice. I'll see you at dinner? -Wes
Tyler quit because we weren't giving him enough solos or something so we're one Warbler short. You can sing, yeah? Want to join? - Wes
You didn't answer. Your audition is in three days. I'll help you pick out a song after dinner. - Wes
Blaine flushed and quickly began sending him an answer back – a frantic answer telling him to withdraw his name from the audition pool because he was not auditioning for the Warblers. Blaine was trying to stay inconspicuous – in the shadows and unknown – for as long as he could. And him joining the Warblers would change that so much.
But he stopped himself when yet another message from Noah popped up on his screen and his thumb unconsciously clicked on it to open.
I made a mistake & I need some1 to talk to. U still open for that? - Noah
I need you. Please. -Noah
Blaine sucked in a deep breath, tugging his lip into his mouth and glancing over at the clock on the wall quickly. He wondered if he should try to help Noah or if he should stay far, far away... but it seemed as though any conclusion he could have possibly came up with was pointless anyway, since he was already grabbing his school books and shoving them into his bag before throwing it over his shoulder, typing out a quick response and running out of the library with a nod to the nice librarian. Where can we meet? - Blaine
Noah heaved out a deep sigh, slumping farther down the lockers as his phone vibrated in his hand. Where could they meet? And why had he texted him exactly?
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to tell himself not to cry because that wouldn't solve anything. But he had messed up. No he had fucked up. And he had fucked up bad. Ur place? - Puck
He didn't even bother waiting for the response, flinging himself out of the school and into his car. It was after school anyway so he didn't have to worry about being caught. That Glee Club was meeting again though, and Noah couldn't help but pause just slightly outside the choir room and catch sight of Quinn sitting in one of the red chairs as Rachel Berry rattled on about something or other in the front of the classroom, Finn holding Quinn's hand tightly but staring at Berry's ass. Unknown rage and jealousy filled Noah's veins and he punched the wall closest to him, ignoring the sting that flowed through his hand. Noah stormed out of the school, slamming the door shut behind him to his car and gunning the engine.
The car was a birthday present from his grandparents just a few weeks earlier and Noah was ecstatic to have it. But... Oh Noah didn't know. He just wasn't exactly having the best day of his life at the moment.
Halfway to Marion his car ran out of gas.
"What the fuck!" Noah kicked at the piece of metal happy that it wasn't at least doing the cliché rain storm thing that it always did during movies. His head fell forward onto the steering wheel, ignoring the way it made his horn blare. The road, however, wasn't nearly as empty as he hoped it would be and cars were slowing down, but kept on driving, once the beeping stopped. He was pulled over enough to the side so that the cars could make it by.
But things were starting to get to be too much.
Flashes of what had happened earlier in the day flickered before his mind. His mother and him getting into a fight because he had football practice and couldn't pick up Kiera from the sitter's house. Kiera keeping him up all night because she had a nightmare and his mother was working late. Finn telling him that Quinn was pregnant and believing that it was his own. Quinn confirming that it was, in fact, Noah's. Her telling him that she essentially wanted nothing to do with him because he was a Lima Loser.
The tears flowed down his cheeks unchecked, his arms folding around his chest as the sobs tore through his throat. He had fucked up. He had fucked up so bad.
But Noah's mind and heart seemed set on the idea of him having a kid. Sure it was more than a bit earlier than he had planned, but he had this part of him that was telling him that he could do it – that he could take care of this child and that he could raise him or her and that he could be a better father than his own was. And Quinn had taken that dream – she had taken that goal – and torn it to pieces. Because he wasn't good enough for her. And he wasn't good enough for Danielle or any of those other women he had hooked up with over the summer or Santana. And he definitely wasn't good enough for Blaine of all people.
And that was the root of the problem, wasn't it? Noah wasn't good enough. He wasn't good enough to be the boyfriend or the supporter or the brother or the son or the father or the friend. Noah wasn't good enough to be anything but the fuck up.
He knew those thoughts weren't right (or at least he hoped those thoughts weren't right) and he just needed someone to tell him that he was okay. That he wasn't a horrible person and that he could do this whole fatherhood thing as much as he wanted to. And, for some reason, Blaine was the first person to come to mind. The first text message he had sent he wasn't even aware of sending. The second was a beg that he would refuse to admit to.
But now it seemed he wouldn't even get that comfort.
He blinked up at the road, heaving a heavy, wet sigh breaking through his chapped lips, his eyes squinting out at the road and he tried the key one more time, relieved when the engine started. Noah realized that he probably should have just driven home, but he was already halfway to Marion. He may as well make it there as fast as he could.
Greyson was literally attacked the moment he opened his car door. He fell backwards a bit, his foot trying to steady the both of them as Blaine hugged him tightly for a moment before running over to the passenger side of the car. "Wait! What are you doing?" Greyson demanded, jumping into the drivers side even without an answer.
"Bring me home." Blaine answered shortly, scrolling through his contacts and typing out a quick message before throwing his seat belt on over his shoulder, wincing a bit at the pull of his still weak arm. "Now Grey!"
"What? Why?" Greyson listened to him anyway because his eagerness seemed as legit as it was going to get and that was Blaine's stressed and worried voice and Greyson knew better than to ignore that tone when it was used on him. "Come on, Bee, why am I bringing you home?"
"Something's going on with Noah-" Greyson slammed on the breaks, halfway out of the school's parking garage and backing up until he was back in his spot and shutting off the car engine. "What! Grey what are you doing?"
"You said you weren't going to be involved with him anymore."
"I know what I said, Greyson but Noah needs me!"
"I don't care what Puck needs! I care what you need!"
"If you don't bring me I'll hitchhike with some weird assed man on the side of the street, Greyson."
Blaine stared him down for awhile and Greyson shook his head slowly as his brother, throwing the car back into the drive and leaving Dalton with a frustrated sigh. Sometimes he just didn't understand his brother.
Noah stared at the large house in front of him. The Anderson abode. Yes he had been here many times before last school year, but this time seemed different. He wasn't there to see Greyson. He was there to see Blaine. He was there to talk to him about all of this shit that he had fucked up and maybe that didn't seem right but if the drying tears and paining heart in his chest was anything to go by he needed someone to talk to. And Blaine made him forget all about all of those things the moment the car he was in pulled up next to his.
Noah was flying out of the car, ignoring the way his breath stopped at the sight of the Dalton blazer and hazel eyes and slicked back hair and no glasses and slicked back hair. The outfit seemed to fit him almost perfectly. He ignored how Greyson was slowly leaving the car himself in favor of grabbing Blaine and hugging him tightly. He cried into his neck. Yes, Noah cried into Blaine Anderson's neck. And it wasn't simple cries either. No. They were sobs and little mutterings and pain.
But Blaine's arms were crossed around his waist and neck and Noah had his own resting on Blaine's lower back and hugging him to his chest tightly. His hand was running up and down his shirt and running through his mohawk. His cheek was resting against the top of Noah's bowed head and he knew he heard Greyson ask something from where he was located at the drivers side of the car and he felt Blaine answer more than heard him but he didn't pay it any mind. He couldn't pay it any mind.
"What happened, Noah?" Blaine whispered softly into his ear, his breath ghosting against the skin.
Noah wasn't sure if he should tell him. But he knew he needed to give him some sort of explanation. "Quinn's pregnant."
"Hey, Mister Schue?" Noah knocked on the Spanish teacher's door, ignoring the nerves pooling in his stomach and, instead, choosing to sound like his arrogant bad ass of a self that he had taken to showing all of McKinley. Mike and Matt flanked him, the two unusually quiet human beings still being unusually quiet. It was a bit unnerving really.
The teacher raised his head to look at him, a question on his lips before a frown took over, a confused look crossing over his face. Yeah... It really didn't surprise Noah. It wasn't as though he ever really came to Mister Schue's office for anything other than detention. "Puck! Mike, Matt." He nodded at all of them, hoping to paint his confusion and shock off his face. "What can I help you boys with?"
Noah looked back at his two fellow football players before forcing a swallow and a cocky smirk at the teacher. "I hear you need more men for Glee Club."
Mister Schue's face fumbled with confusion and a small amount of realization. "Yes, boys?"
"We'd like to join."
Blaine fumbled with his the sheet music as he laid it out across the piano stand. He tried hard to ignore the boys staring at him as his hands settled over the keys and began to play the song he knew almost by memory by now.
This was a deal him and Noah had. That was the only reason he was doing this. Noah would try out for his school's Glee Club and Blaine would try out for his. It wasn't something either of them really wanted to do (more like something neither one of them would admit that they wanted to do) but they were both doing it. Noah to get closer to Quinn, Blaine to simply get out of his shell a bit.
Wes nodded at him encouragingly from his spot on the couch directly across from his friend and Blaine felt even more nerves flood through his body. His fingers stuttered over the first chord and he had to play it twice in order for the words to actually come out of his mouth.
But then it struck him. Why was he so nervous? He had nothing to be nervous about. He sang in front of people all the time. "It started off so well. They said we made a perfect pair. I clothed myself in your glory and your love. How I loved you. How I cried..." Blaine only slightly regretted not allowing Wes to help him prepare, but now he was happy he hadn't. His friend looked shocked and amazed and a small smile was starting to pull at his lips and Blaine glanced over at Nick and Jeff and David for a moment, noting their shocked, yet encouraging smiles, as he kept singing.
"Save me. Save me. Save me, I can't face this life alone. Save me. Save me, oh... I'm naked and I'm far from home." He glanced back down at the sheet music, playing the song as well as he could.
The music overwhelmed him, it flowed from his veins and it filled his body. "I hang my head and I advertise. A soul for sale or rent. I have no heart, I'm cold inside... I have no real intent..." And then the chorus was sang again and maybe Blaine was crazy but the room was completely silent as he sang the last note.
Was he bad? Was he absolutely horrible?
His worries were pacified quick enough when his friends burst into applause, the rest of the Warblers – in crisp blazers with their bird patch on the side – standing up to give him a standing ovation. Blaine felt a blush cover his cheeks and smile widen across his face.
"Welcome to the Warblers, Blaine Anderson." And the counsel leader's gavel struck down against the wood, a smile wide over his face and Blaine felt like crying.
He was accepted here.
He may have just found a home.
A: N - So... yeah. Chapter 14. Enjoy it? Tell me in a review. :D
Next Chapter: Greyson finally tells his good news and New Directions heads out to Sectionals and then out to dinner where Blaine can't help but befriend the lonely boy with the perfectly done hair and pretty smile. Expect a time jump people.
ANYWAY! I've been attacked by like 3 Bluck story lines and I want to run them by you. I have a Doctor Who/Glee crossover that's Bluck oriented and involves the weeping angels (basically a Bluck rewrite of Blink), a Harry Potter/Glee crossover that's Bluck and doesn't really have much of a plot other than that, and this one shot series where Puck is a private investigator and Blaine is a young lawyer who works for District Attorney that Puck's investigating. Obviously that one's Bluck. So... uh... which should I write first?