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: Aledda (That super long review never happened. I'm not going to act all sad because I didn't really update so... yeah. XD I think your original review would have been hysterical. I would have loved it. -winks-), perchance to wake (Blink is probably one of my favorite episodes. :D But now you have something you want to know! Klaine isn't going to happen in the story. I, however, have left the possibility of one sided romance open. I may or may not do it. Either way it's not going to go anywhere.), lilli kitty (Yup! Kurt's in this chapter!), PmYuna (Haha. They are rather adorable. And we have quite a bit before they actually get together again so... yeah... -hides-), JMR (Aww! Thank you lovely! Well the Warblers haven't been in this story all that much. And since there's not going to be any planner stalker storyline (not that LandP's was planned) than there's really not going to be much of a reason for Jeff to get so protective. I mean they will but... not in such dramatic ways? Possibly? Forbidden? That's not very nice. She's obviously afraid of something happening. If she was secure in their relationship she wouldn't worry in the least about who he's talking to. Of course I care! I always care about my reviewers. :D), rebecca98 (Thank you for the vote!), blahblahblah15 (They will end up together... eventually.), coloradotheory (Haha. You have no idea how many people I've heard that from! Read them still (please!)! But I'm so happy you've read both this and LandP. It means a lot.), bluck4eva (I'm working on it! :D), btrlvr9176 (Nuu! Read it! Please?), SebastianWinters (I would never forget about you! Real life just is a bit hectic most of the time.), and SupermegafoxyawesomeDarren (I'm so so so sorry it's taken so long! Yes, yes, turn to LandP. It's done. This isn't even close.).

A:N – How's it going for everyone? Thanks for the votes on the scenarios! I think the Doctor Who one is going to come first, and then the Harry Potter one, and then the PI and Lawyer one. 3 you all!

This 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.

They killed it at Sectionals. Noah smirked at his image in the bus window, lightly grazing his fingers over the bruise painted under his eye from Finn's right hook. No, he had to admit, that wasn't exactly how he pictured Finn finding out that Quinn wasn't pregnant with his child but at least things were out in the open now. Noah resisted the urge to speak to his friend – because no matter what happened Finn was still being considered his friend – because the taller one had made it defintely clear that he wanted nothing to do with him. Big surprise there.

It wasn't as though Noah blamed him for it anyway. Noah deserved all the crap he was getting from everyone in the club. Minus the crap he was getting from Quinn that is, because it was sort of more than half her fault anyway. If she hadn't shown up and begged him practically for sex; if she hadn't let him go ahead with putting himself inside her without a condom; if she hadn't insisted that Finn was the father even though it was obvious to anyone who wasn't Finn that it was a lie, this whole pregnancy thing could have all been avoided. Not that Noah wasn't going to take the blame placed on him or anything because he totally deserved every ounce of it that was thrown his way.

But, anyway, they had killed it at Sectionals and Mister Schue was totally taking them all out to eat. Currently they were parading onto the bus that Noah and Quinn had been on for the passed five minutes chattering loudly and with big, boastful smiles on their faces. Rachel was standing up front with her arms around Finn for what had to have been the tenth time. Noah pushed down the urge to punch his friend in the face and, instead, looked around at the rest of the club. Santana was staring at him, something a kin to sympathy in her dark eyes, even though that made no sense because Santana didn't usually know what sympathy was. Not that Noah deluded himself into believing the cold hearted bitch facade she threw out there for the whole world to see. Him and Santana were oddly alike.

Dear God please tell me you kicked ass. - Blaine

Noah couldn't help the smile that found its way onto his lips when he read Blaine's text message. The two of them didn't take to texting much but Noah wasn't ashamed to admit that the Dalton boy had become sort of like his rock in the passed months. And, no matter how much he adored Quinn because she was carrying his baby, these fluttering feelings that he had never felt before swimmed in his stomach whenever he so much of thought of the other boy. It was unusual, and slightly scary, but Noah had enough going on with him that he didn't even want to think about why he wanted to hold him or kiss him or even just look at him practically every second of the day.

Hellz ya we did! :) - Puck

Noah wasn't exactly feeling as happy as the text made it seem but he was happy about their win so he wasn't particularly lying.

Yay! That's great! Congrats! :) - Blaine

Yet Blaine responded and that was enough for Noah to know that he was most likely texting in between shifts and that if he sent him an answer he was bound not to get another answer until a few hours from now.

` "What are some good restaurants around here?" Santana spoke dryly in the middle of everyone's conversations. All talk halted before everyone scrambled to come up with a response. Noah wasn't surprised by the amount of times a pizza place or fast food place was mentioned before getting shot down by Kurt and Rachel because "they have no vegan choices" and "no way am I ruining my skin for you". Noah rolled his eyes, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. There was something about the two of them that he liked. Rachel was hot and talented and actually pretty damn smart if you took the moment to listen to her (even if that was horribly difficult). Kurt was a bitch. But he damn well earned Noah's undying respect for putting up with all the shit thrown his way.

"The has to be a Breadstixs around her." Tina commented with a roll of her eyes and a secret smile at Artie. They were totally cool and Noah would still think that they were totally cool f they ever got their shit together and started dating.

Hahahaha! Grey's making B cover 4 him cuz Cam haz a Dr. appmt. - Dani

"Right off the exit, middle of downtown Marion there's one." Noah commented absentmindedly, typing out a quick response to Danielle, ignoring the curious looks sent at him. Of course he'd remember where the Breadstixs was in Marion! Not only did he go there to meet up with the camp guys sometimes but Blaine worked there. And the Anderson's owned the whole Breadstixs chain. He always got discounts when he showed up, though he assumed that was more from Blaine and Greyson than anyone else.

Miss Pillsbury nodded cautiously, muttering something into the mouth piece of her phone, probably her telling Mister Schue where he could find them. "Won't we need reservations?" Kurt asked dryly from his position beside Mercedes three seats behind Noah and Quinn.

Noah felt a proud sort of smile pulling at his face. It would probably be nice for him to warn the staff that they would be getting a large party but Noah knew a way to do that without alerting anyone. Hey u got a big party comin at the Stixs. - Puck. "Nah, we'll be fine." Noah waved off the question and concern with a small shake of his head, smiling a bit at Quinn when her head landed on his shoulder, his heart beating just a bit faster than usual.

How many is big? We're a bit busy 2day. - Dani. And that was another tie with Breadstixs. Danielle worked there as one of the restaurant's many waiters/waitresses, and she was one of those that always had their phone on them, no matter the threat of losing their job if they were caught.

"Uh... how many people we got?" Noah asked aloud, and then general head count began, Brittany actually counting backwards from 100.

"Around fourteen." Mike yelled out from his seat up front. "Unless the band guys join. Then we're in the twenties."

Like 20. - Puck. His fingers sent quickly.

B's gonna be pissed. But ok. See ya soon. -Dani

Thanks! - Puck

Dread may have pulled at his stomach at the idea that Blaine would be angry with him, but that quickly turned into excitement because Blaine was obviously going to be more annoyed than pissed and an annoyed Blaine was generally entertaining and – dare he say it – hot.

Quinn snuggled closer to him as they got closer to the restaurant. Noah didn't bother thinking about why.

Breadstixs was the busiest it had ever been. Or at least the busiest it had ever been when Blaine had worked there. And to think that Greyson had left the place to him the whole day. Not that Blaine was really complaining, what with the reason he was given and the fact that it meant more money for him. He knew Greyson wanted to be at the appointment about as much as Cammi wanted to same thing. They were in that together and they were going to act like the engaged couple they were. "Blaine! Table six!" Hannah threw the plates at him, and with a sigh he threw the notebook in his black pants pocket and the pen over his ear, thanking his lucky stars that he had gotten the hang of contacts two months ago.

Maneuvering yourself through the busy restaurant was definitely a talent. Danielle literally plowed through the customers, Blaine, however, like to think of it as a dance. An hour ago James – Jamie, their cook – had hijacked the radio and right now they were happily blasting the select songs of the Jackson 5 and whatever else came on. Blaine sidestepped, singing the lyrics softly to himself under his breath as he pulled up even with table six. He smiled as charmingly as he knew how to, thanking Dalton mentally. The elderly couple smiled back at him, the woman reaching out to clasp his hand in her own and sliding a very generous tip into his palm. "Take that nice girl you're with out to dinner, darling." A blush covered his cheeks for a moment because he knew precisely who she was talking about. And if he even tried to do what she had asked of him Danielle would tease him to no end about it. Either way, he thanked her as politely as he could and made his way to the front of the restaurant hoping to get some air.

"We've got a party of around twenty pulling in, Bee." Danielle nodded at where a collective of brightly dressed students were exiting a bus with obvious excited chatter.

Blaine couldn't help the pained moan that fell from his lips, his body resting against hers for a bit. Danielle's hand rubbed gently against his back even after he pulled away. "Do we even have a table for them?" Danielle nodded, standing on her toes to point at the empty table in the middle of the restaurant. "Damn."

Danielle laughed in agreement. "I can take them if you want." She offered. But Blaine knew his friend and, as much as he loved her, she really wasn't the best server. Especially to large parties.

"No... I got it."

"It's about time you took a break, Bee."

"I'll be fine, Dani." He rolled his eyes at her, kissing her gently on the cheek and mentally counting each person that walked through the door. He wanted nothing more than to slam his head against the nearest wall when he came to the conclusion that there was twenty six people in their party and they only had twenty two free menus and crap crap crap he forgot about that lab report he had due the next day. "Right this way." He smiled at the red headed woman who was obviously a chaperone, along with a quiet looking man who had piano hands that was leading what he assumed was some sort of band.

Everyone in the group looked slightly familiar but Blaine really had too much on his mind to even think about why that was so. That is until someone grabbed him from behind.

He may or may not have squeaked.

Breath brushed against his ear as a familiar laugh was pretty much all he could hear. "Shi-vers Noah!" Blaine pushed his hands against the taller boy's chest, glaring at him for a moment and lining up the menus for the rest of what he now realized was the New Directions. "What are you doing here?" He smiled as brightly as he could at the youngest looking boy of the group – and damn he was beautiful. Blaine was momentarily taken by how beautiful he was before he turned back to Noah.

"We were looking for a place to eat. I suggested here." Noah shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"Like we weren't busy enough." Blaine rolled his eyes at him, gesturing for him to sit down. Only Noah didn't. He just raised an eyebrow at Blaine and held his arms open as slightly as he could. Blaine knew what he wanted and usually he would be perfectly fine with giving Noah a hug. Only this was a hug in front of all of Noah's friends and in front of everyone in the restaurant and he really needed to get to work. "Noah I have tables to wait."

And then the pout came. It was so incredibly unfair that Noah could pout like that. With a sigh Blaine leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Noah's shoulders, repressing the shiver than trilled up his spine when Noah's arms clasped around his waist and tugged him just a bit closer. The thing about their hugs is that they tended to extend a bit too long to be friends and a bit too short to be anything more than friends so that it made them all deliciously awkward. But this one... well this one was as right as Blaine thought a hug could get be. They pulled back from each other with a smile, Blaine's arms falling from Noah's shoulders and his eyes shifting a bit nervously at the people sitting at the table. But it seemed as though only a few of them even noticed the interaction: the beautiful boy, some Latina girl, a blonde girl with a growing stomach (most likely Quinn now that Blaine thought about it), and a girl with brown hair and a Streisand-esque nose. Usually Blaine would have blushed at the attention they received but Noah was his friend and Blaine honestly couldn't find any reason to be ashamed of the fact that they hugged like normal human beings. "I'll be right back to get down your drinks." He smiled at the group of them before trotting off back towards where the lady from table six was waving him down.

He resisted the urge to flip off Danielle when she winked at him, muttering a soft "shut up" to her as he passed.

Nothing was allowed to be going on between him and Noah at the moment. Noah had plenty of other things to concentrate on: what with Quinn being pregnant and living with him now. And Blaine had plenty to focus on: what with Greyson getting married and Cammi with a baby on the way, and his studies at Dalton, and Warblers, and work. Plus, Blaine had come to the conclusion that Noah wasn't even gay, or bisexual and he wasn't about to delude himself into thinking that a few make out sessions meant that he was attracted to Blaine. Even if Blaine was finding himself horribly attracted to the football player. There was nothing he could do. His feelings came last in every scenario that he had planned out.

He wrote down the desert order of the elderly couple and handed it to the cook with a sigh.

No matter what he felt for Noah there was no way he could act on it. Noah was someone else's territory entirely.

It was the end of his shift by the time Greyson showed back up to bring him back to school. By that time Blaine was ready to collapse in any empty space that was open. Danielle had left hours ago and it was nearly ten at night. And New Directions was still present and as energized as they had been when they walked through the doors. "Oh! Waiter!" The girl with the Streisand-esque nose – Rachel Blaine had learned her name was – waved at him frantically as he walked passed. "Can we have another round of Cokes?"

"And water!" The beautiful boy – Kurt, Blaine had learned – interjected helpfully.

"Waters!" Rachel corrected herself with an overdone smile and laugh. Blaine felt the urge to slap her. But that wouldn't be polite and it was only coming out because he was tired and cranky and he really needed to go back to the dorm and type up that lab report and why in holy hell was Greyson taking so long?

"He's off shift, Rachel." Noah informed them all with a small smile towards Blaine. "I'll go get them."

"It's fine-" Blaine began to head back into the kitchen but Noah's hands on his shoulders stopped him, the strong limbs easing him into the seat he had previously occupied.

"Grey's back there, yeah?"

"Showing off the picture, of course." Blaine sent him a confused look for a moment before smiling gratefully up at him. "Thank you, Noh."

Noah simply smiled at him before scrambling into the back of the restaurant where the kitchen was rather obviously located. And it was then that it hit Blaine why exactly Noah had been so determined to leave. Quinn looked simply murderous, her porcelain cheeks stained in a red flush and her blue eyes holding a bit of hate as she glared down at her empty place instead of at anyone else. Go figure Blaine was thrown into the situation when things got awkward. He cleared his throat for a moment, ignoring the curious looks thrown at him and instead scrolling through his phone and texting a small apology to Wes for missing out on their tutoring session.

Blaine glanced up just in time to catch the beautiful boy – Kurt's downward look. It was a sad look and one that Blaine was too familiar with. His heart leaped into his throat at the thought that this boy was going through the same thing he had not too long ago. The same thing that had landed him in Dalton in the first place... He shook his head to physically shake off the memories and leaned forward in his seat. There had to be something he could do.

"You're into fashion aren't you?" He struck up the conversation with an ease that he wasn't even aware that he possessed.

Kurt looked up at him surprise before a small smile covered his lips and he nodded a bit shyly. But there was passion in his eyes, even if his expression was a bit curiously wary. "How did you know?"

"You're wearing a Marc Jacob's silk tie from his 2008 collection when everyone else is just wearing something generic." Blaine shrugged as though it was the most obvious thing in the world and was rewarded with blue eyes lighting up for a moment and a true smile covering Kurt's face before the other boy leaned so that he was resting his elbows on the table, Blaine mimicking his motion.

"I'm Kurt." He held out his hand for Blaine to shake. "I'm surprised you know Marc Jacobs. Not many boys do."

"Well I'm not many boys." Blaine winked at him, taking his hand in his own. It was oh-so-very soft and Blaine almost immediately wanted to ask him how in the world he had managed to keep them so, what with the many callouses Blaine had on his own. "I'm Blaine, by the way."

"I know." Kurt nodded at his name tag and Blaine felt himself blush a bit. "How do you know Marc Jacobs? And why do you seem so friendly with our resident baby daddy?"

Excellent tactics to get information, Kurt. Blaine noted with a small smile. Ask the impersonal and then the personal. "I make a habit of reading Vogue. And Noah and I met at camp last summer." He shrugged. "He's the first guy that didn't seem to have an issue with the fact that I'm gay, and I taught him how to play guitar, so I guess we sort of bonded."

And there went Blaine's mouth, getting ahead of him again. He couldn't be too sure what Noah had told any member of that club, but he was almost one hundred percent sure that he hadn't mentioned anything about their little fake relationship that was. Kurt's face held shock and maybe Blaine had been too quick to stereotype. Maybe Kurt wasn't gay. Maybe he was homophobic or something. And Blaine really needed to get some sleep because he was saying and thinking things that he never wanted to say or think and it was getting just simply too ridiculous for him to handle. "You're gay?" Kurt asked it as a sort of whisper, as though it was a secret.

"Yes." Blaine answered apprehensively. "Is that a problem?"

"Oh no no no." Kurt was quick to reassure. "I've just never heard anyone talk about it so easily."

"Well it's not exactly something I feel like I should have to hide." Blaine shrugged, looking down at the napkin Quinn was tearing to pieces. It was obvious she was listening in on every word that came out of his mouth. Kurt stared at him in amazement and, okay, maybe Blaine wasn't too quick to stereotype. "Why?"

Kurt bit his lip and avoided Blaine's prodding gaze for a moment. "It's just... at McKinley I could never walk down the halls and just tell someone that I'm gay without some sort of backlash."

And there they were. Right at the root of the problem. Right at the thing that Blaine understood way more than he wished he did. Bullying. Homophobia. Hatred. "I get it." Kurt's eyes watered but Blaine obligingly said nothing about it.

If at the end of the night they traded numbers and a small hug it didn't mean anything more than that they were there for each other.

Plus the hug Blaine and Noah shared was much longer – and the look Quinn sent them paired with the one Greyson was totally waving over was much harsher than any that gigantic fool could have sent Blaine and Kurt.

A: N – What is this? An update? SAY WHAAAT? Aren't you proud of me? I am! So does anyone know what Greyson's big news was?

Next Chapter: Wedding bells are in the air, Kurt and Blaine grow closer through Madonna and crushes on apparently straight guys, and something happens that probably shouldn't happen when Noah attends Greyson's wedding. Guess what's happening next chapter. Seriously. Guess.