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 whole maximum amusement goal of yours definitely happened. Feel better, darling!), no name reviewer (They are pretty adorable, ne? And sorry to tell you this, but the whole actual dating thing is going to take quite awhile.), riceftw (Haha. You are such an angst fan. It's both lovely and terrifying at the same time.), PmYuna (Grey's going to make a fantastic dad, huh?), damonia cassandra (Haha. I'm working on the update!), .Riso (Maaaybe. Read on to find out.), JMR (Hugs are only one of my favorite things in the world! Right up there with chocolate! I wouldn't worry about it too much. You never know what may happen. I've learned that some things in life just happen. I'm updating now... don't kill me... though thanks for pestering. It actually makes me update.), CanAnyoneHearMe (You are so sweet! Like seriously. I think you're the only one who's okay with Bluck taking a break. Catch up catch up catch up!), Sebastianwinters (Well Greyson is going to be a daddy! How cute is that? Yay! I love to hear that you're proud of me! :D), and LukeorMarch (We had a conversation about this via tumblr, sweetie. I don't want to spoil anything for anyone else. -winks- Oh my... you expect ME to write smut? It'd be crappy smut.).
A:N – I hope everyone's doing just peachy! Part one of "Blink" (The Doctor Who crossover) is up so go read it (whether you know Doctor Who or not). The Harry Potter one with wander on up whenever I have the time to write it and a plot...
Okay, and because I'm getting so tired of people asking: NO THIS IS NOT A KLAINE STORY! I think I've said it like 20 times so far and it's starting to annoy me that people keep asking. It's not Klaine. It will have Klaine friendship and possibly a one sided romance. There's not going to be any feelings reciprocated and it's going to be sort lived. Don't ask again.
This 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.
Kurt hugged, leaning back in the booth, his fingers brushing his bangs off his forehead delicately as Blaine slid into the seat opposite his. His eyes looks exhausted and Kurt couldn't help acting on the urge to smooth down the other boy's collar that was sticking up at the corner with a kind hand. "How long have you been on shift?" His voice was sympathetic – way more sympathetic as anyone who knew Kurt Hummel would have expected it to be. But he had worked long hours – plenty of them – at the garage before. Kurt liked to think he understood the wear and tear long work hours had on a person.
Blaine hefted his shoulders up in a shrug, letting his eyelashes brush against his cheeks for a brief moment before he pushed himself to his full height. The exhaustion cleared from his face – smoothing all creases, spreading into a wide smile. And, just like that, Blaine looked like the most energized, happy, and well adjusted person in the world. His hair was still impeccably styled, his clothes may have been rumpled but it looked almost done on purpose. His unbuttoned white shirt looked almost too classy and Kurt couldn't help shifting a bit in his seat, self-consciousness seeping through his veins even though he was dressed almost perfectly. "Long enough." Blaine smiled brightly at him. The two of them settled into a silence – not completely uncomfortable, but slightly awkward, Kurt's finger tracing the outline of the glass of water in front of him.
Blaine's feet scuffed at the floor, his hazel eyes lifting up to land on Kurt for a moment before falling back onto the table, a small smile on his face. "Anyway, I want to ask your opinion."
Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes holding apprehension. "And this couldn't be done over the phone?"
"No." Blaine immediately answered, shaking his head and fumbling for something in his jacket pocket. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his pictures quickly before sliding it across the table to Kurt. "I know you know almost everything about fashion," he teased gently and Kurt couldn't help both blushing and rolling his eyes. "And my brother's wedding is coming up and Grey gave me two options. I wanted your professional opinion on which one I should wear."
"Professional opinion?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You sure know how to get what you want, Mister Breadstixs."
Blaine laughed a bit, leaning back in the booth for a moment. "I mean I asked Noah, but he was no help."
"What did he say?" Kurt asked lightly, his mind frantically searching to figure out just who "Noah" was. When it hit him. Puck's first name was Noah. For some reason that made Kurt want to beat his head against the table. He figured it was an everyday experience for people friends with Blaine.
"To go in my Dalton uniform." Blaine spoke dryly, rolling his eyes with a small huff before leaning forward on the table eagerly. "So which one do you think I should go with?"
Kurt took the moment to actually look at the pictures. Both tuxedos were well tailored, and obviously they were pictures from some sort of catalog because they were too glossy to be anything else. But they would both look spectacular on Blaine. Kurt bit at his lip lightly, his blue eyes scrunching in thought."Is there a way to do a mix?"
"A mix?" Blaine asked in confusion.
"Yeah... Like... do you have a pen?" Kurt pulled his small sketch pad he had been drawing in while Blaine was finishing off his shift, taking the pen Blaine passed his way with a small "thank you" before starting to do a rough, quick, sketch of what the suit would look like. He took the time to label what colors would be where on the picture before turning it to face Blaine.
Instead of the crystal blue waist coat such as the one in the picture, a dark, emerald green was there, along with the handkerchief in the pocket. "Wow..."
"It's not much." Kurt reassured. "I mean if you can't mix I'd say to go with it in blue, but having the green waist coat and handkerchief would accent your eyes wonderfully."
"This is amazing."
Kurt felt heat rise in his cheeks and he bashfully looked down at the quick sketch. "Thank you."
"Are you going to go into this stuff?" Blaine asked with curiosity. "Like as a designer or something?"
"I don't know." Kurt spoke truthfully, tearing off a piece of his napkin. "Maybe?" He shrugged. "I love performing."
"Well as a backup then."
"As a backup." They smiled at each other before settling back into another bought of comfortable but uncomfortable silence with one another.
"How's school going?" Blaine asked out of the blue, folding his hands over the table top, a look of actual pure curiosity on his face.
"It's going. How's Dalton?" Kurt replied, happy to steer the conversation away from himself.
"Dalton's a boring topic." Blaine waved off with a shrug of his shoulders. "Noah told me that you guys were doing Madonna."
"Do you two talk everyday?" Kurt asked sarcastically. "Yes we are. Though if Rachel knew that Puck was telling you things about the New Directions she'd probably lose it."
"Pretty much yeah." Blaine answered Kurt's sarcastic question with a small blush and he avoided his eyes for a moment before coughing slightly before going back to the conversation. "But isn't Rachel dating that Jesse guy?"
"Well yes..." Kurt drew out the word, looking at Blaine in curiosity. "But apparently Jesse doesn't count because he goes to McKinley now... Which I suppose you already know since you and Puck talk daily."
Blaine blushed again, looking down at the table before shyly looking back up at Kurt. "Plus I'm not competing against you guys this year. Vocal Adrenaline drop kicked us out of the first round." Blaine sounded miserable for a moment. "You have to kick their ass. I'm just saying."
Kurt let out a small laugh himself before biting at his lip again. "Can I ask your opinion on something?"
Blaine nodded seriously, sitting forward in the booth to look at him. "Of course."
"Well two things really."
"Either way, Kurt."
"Okay... Uh... which one first?"
"I don't know either of them, so that's entirely up to you." Blaine smiled at him as Kurt's face got steadily redder and redder.
Kurt cleared his throat nervously, tugging at the collar of his shirt. "Well... okay so for one Coach Sylvester wants Mercedes and I to join the Cheerios."
"That's the cheering squad, yeah? Not the cereal company?"
Kurt laughed outright at that, nodding. "Yes, the cheering squad."
Blaine smiled at him softly before sighing. "But if you join the Cheerios you'll be, what... dishonoring your team?"
"Turning on them essentially." Kurt sighed softly. "Or at least that's how everyone else will see it."
"Aren't there people on the squad that are in Glee Club, though?" Blaine's eyebrows furrowed in question.
"Well yes..."
"Than what's the problem?" Blaine's mouth pulled into a hesitant smile. "I mean, Kurt... if it's something you want to do than I say go for it. Damned what they think. If they're really your friends they won't care. I know Noah won't."
"Puck's not my friend." It came out harsher than intended and Kurt almost regretted it the moment it left his mouth, Blaine's smile falling off his face for a moment before being replaced with a small bemused expression.
"Why not?" He asked softly – apprehensively – almost as though he were unsure of whether or not he should be asking at all.
Kurt swallowed thickly. "He used to be in charge of throwing me in the dumpsters daily." Kurt shrugged nonchalantly, trying his hardest to ignore the way Blaine's face continued to drop after every word out of his mouth. "He would slushie me almost once every week... He practically bullied me for being gay when I wasn't even out yet." Kurt's voice got softer and softer with every word before he forced himself to stop because it looked as though Blaine's world had just gotten crushed. "I mean... he's not so bad anymore... He's stopped and I think some of the other guys have laid off a bit because of him but -"
"What else was it you wanted my opinion on?" Blaine cut him off, a smile plastered on his face that Kurt just knew was a fake one. But he didn't say anything about it. He didn't think he knew Blaine well enough to say anything about it. Not yet.
"Finn Hudson." Kurt felt his cheeks begin to flame in embarrassment as Blaine looked at him with a startled expression on his face.
"He's straight Kurt."
"I know." Kurt let out a miserable moan, letting his head fall forward onto his arms. "But he could be... I don't know... not completely straight, right?"
Blaine shook his head at him. "No... he's completely straight."
"How do you know?" Kurt snapped, his blue eyes flashing in anger.
"Noah-"
"He's completely straight too." It was a low blow and Kurt wasn't entirely sure if Blaine had a crush on him or not but his flaming cheeks proved enough of a conformation of his suspicions.
They stared at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter, ignoring the looks customers were sending their way.
The wedding is a quiet and quick affair, almost over before Blaine can hand Greyson the ring. Cammi looks stunning in her white dress, a tiny baby bump protruding from under the long, flowing garment. Greyson looks handsomely nervous until he has to utter his vows and Blaine promises himself that someday he'll tease Greyson all about how his eyes started to tear up when Blaine had to give his best man's speech at the reception. Cammi is blatantly sobbing by the time the speeches and the ceremony are over but "they're happy tears, sweetie, happy tears".
The reception is as fun as Blaine could have expected it to be – which meant it was as boring as their father and grandmother and anyone else related to them could have made it. Greyson had mentioned, in passing, that he had sent an invitation to their mother but neither of them were all that surprised to see that she hadn't come. But she had sent Greyson a present which was something shocking to both of them.
Blaine found himself sitting alone at the table reserved for the wedding party with some of Cammi's younger cousins, all of them either with a Gameboy or cellphone and paying him literally no attention. He sighed, leaning forward in the chair and resting his head on his arms as he watched Greyson twirl Cammi around the dance floor like the princess every girl deserved to be treated as on their wedding day. Their father was off in the corner talking to some of the political office guys, their grandmother leading a rich looking older man in a waltz. "You look great." Blaine jumped when a hand touched his back, scrambling to his feet as Noah came to stand in front of him.
He was momentarily at a lose when it came to words, his eyes taking in the young man that stood before him. Greyson hadn't been able to get Noah a spot for the wedding (because of their grandmother and for some reason she thought that he corrupted people because he had a mohawk), but he had been able to get him an invitation for the reception. Blaine had been looking forward to seeing him all week.
His heart quickened at the fact that Noah had obviously rented a tuxedo for the occasion. He hadn't known Greyson was that important to the other boy.
Noah smiled at him, spreading out his arms as Blaine obviously looked him over. "How do I look?" He winked at Blaine, letting it be known that he had caught him staring.
Blaine blushed a bit, swallowing and smiling a bit back at him. "Very handsome, Mister Puckerman."
"Why thank you, Mister Warbler." Noah's face morphed into that smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle. "I will say it again, you look great."
"Mm. I know." He indulged Noah with a teasing look, laughing a bit when Noah rolled his eyes at him. This time he held his arms out, happy when Noah understood what he was asking for, his arms locking around his waist and pulling him closer. Ever since that day at Breadstixs the two of them had finally managed to find the perfect hugging time, but they neglected it for this go around, simply enjoying each other's presence. Blaine ignored the stared sent their way, simply pressing his face into Noah's neck with a smile. He didn't bother thinking about the repercussions he was going to have to deal with when it came to his father or grandmother, nor did he bother thinking about what Greyson was going to say when he saw them like this. He simply enjoyed the way it felt to be holding Noah, and to have Noah doing the same.
It was then that it struck him just how deep he was in.
They pulled away from each other when a woman walked by, huffing and grabbing her daughter by the arm to pull her away from them. Blaine stared at Noah for a moment, taking in the way his eyelashes framed his eyes perfectly, the way his tanned skin made his dark hair seem even darker, the way his lips were turned up in a smile, the way his cheeks were almost perfectly smooth but had a few bumps of them that were obviously from teenage acne. Yeah... he was in deep like with Noah Puckerman.
Weddings weren't Noah's thing so you could say he was pretty happy to not have to go and stand around and watch the whole procedure. He regretted the fact that he couldn't have gone to the actual wedding when he walked into the reception hall, though, and caught sight of Blaine sitting at that table all alone.
But that had been a half an hour ago. Now the two of them were standing outside the building, Noah's jacket over Blaine's shoulders, a cigarette hanging from Noah's lips as he took a slow drag and blew it out into the air. He glanced at the other boy out of the corner of his eye, smirking a bit when Blaine sat himself down on the pavement - brushing it off with his hand before doing so, of course. "Want to try one again?" Noah offered with a small smile a the corner of his mouth.
Blaine wrinkled his nose at him. "No thanks." He sent him a small smile before shivering and huddling closer in on himself, pulling Noah's jacket more firmly around his shoulders.
"You can go back in." Noah pointed out, happy when Blaine shook his head, sending him a look that was obviously asking him if he were insane. He didn't want to be alone. Not after the weeks and weeks of silence he had received from Finn and the insults he had gotten from Quinn and the looks he had been getting from everyone else in the club. Noah stubbed out the cigarette, falling down onto the curb beside Blaine, nudging his shoulder with his own. "I thought Greyson would have invited Lily."
"He did." Blaine assured him. "She had something she couldn't miss."
"Ah..." Noah nodded in fake understanding. "And Dani did too?"
"Grey and Dani never got along." Blaine shrugged lightly.
"I would've thought one of them would have been your date."
"I considered asking Kurt." Blaine said randomly with a shrug of his shoulders.
Noah felt something close to disappointment and jealously flare in the pit of his stomach. "Why didn't you?"
Blaine shrugged lightly. "Nothing good would have come out of it." He spoke softly, surging to his feet and holding his hand out to help Noah do the same.
Noah took his hand in his own, pulling himself into a standing position and staring. Simply staring. Because Blaine looked stunning in this light. He looked stunning in any light. And Noah wanted nothing else but to be hugging him again – holding him, keeping any part of himself attached to Blaine. Noah leaned forward slowly."Is it true you bullied Kurt?"
Noah halted, dropping Blaine's hand and looking at him in shock. "What?"
"He told me you used to bully him." Blaine spoke slowly and softly, avoiding Noah's eyes. "I was wondering if that was true." He glanced back up at Noah, his hazel eyes wide and sad and Noah felt like he was the worst person in the world for causing that look of devastation. "Because you know what I went through and... you never acted as though being gay was an issue before and... it just doesn't make sense for you to act like it is when it comes to Kurt and not to me..."
"I picked on Kurt because he's a bitch not because he's gayer than a Ken doll." The words came out before Noah could think them through. "And I stopped because I learned that he's a fierce assed bitch who has damn well earned my undying respect."
Blaine stared at him for a moment before blinking, his eyes clearing and a small smile settling across his face as he shoes scuffed against the pavement. "Somehow that made sense. Even though like every other word was a swear."
Noah felt laughter rippling up from his stomach, ridiculous laughter – the kind of laughter that it seemed only Blaine could instill in him. He stumbled forward, giving in to his need to touch the other boy, pulling him into a tight hug, Blaine's arms crossing around Noah's chest. "I thought you were seriously angry with me."
"I was." Blaine shrugged, turning his face into Noah's neck and blowing lightly at the skin there. "I'm still a little annoyed."
"But not enough to stop talking to me." Noah noted, nuzzling into Blaine hair.
"Never." Noah pulled away from him, keeping his arm around Blaine's waist and neck. He stared at Blaine's face for a long while, noting the small speck of freckles running across Blaine's cheeks, the flush from the cold, the long eyelashes, the perfect hazel with sparks of brown, the full lips... Their lips met softly, gently, and somewhere in the back of Noah's mind he remembered that he should be in love with Quinn because she was carrying his child. But he couldn't bring himself to care.
Noah ran his tongue along the bottom of Blaine's lip, sliding it inside when Blaine's mouth flicked open. He wasn't sure which one of them gasped, but someone did when their tongue's met and Noah knew his jacket had just fluttered down to the ground but he didn't care. He felt Blaine tug on his tie, pulling him down closer, the two of them stumbling into the wall outside the reception hall, Noah planting his hands on either side of Blaine and leaning in close, his knee slipping between Blaine's thighs.
Their lips separated, breathing deeply into each other's mouths and staring into the other's eyes. Hazel met brown and an almost electric surge pulled them back together. It was a slower, passionate kiss. One like they had barely enjoyed before. Noah let Blaine keep his hold on his tie, his hands untucking his shirt and loosening Blaine's tie himself. They pulled back when a harsh winter wind blew through the area, a shiver passing over the two of them.
They didn't even think of what they were doing, Noah just knew they should probably be doing this some place warmer in case things got a bit more intimate then they were. He grabbed Blaine's hand in his own, tugging him towards his truck and throwing open the back door. Blaine settled down onto the seat, Noah running around front to put it on enough to turn on the heat before crawling into the back with him.
"God what are we doing?" Blaine let out a shuddered breath, a small laugh passing through his lips.
"I don't know." Noah answered softly, leaning over so that his hands were pressing on either side of Blaine's waist, his face getting closer and closer with every passing second, Blaine leaning back farther and farther at every possible interval. "I just know that I want to be with you." His breath brushed against Blaine's lips. "Like this." His head tilted to the side, his lips brushing gently against Blaine's, pulling away enough to watch Blaine's eyes flutter shut. "Every day." And the other boy surged forward, closing the distance between them with an almost desperate kiss, his hand resting on Noah's cheek and pulling him closer. Noah leaned forward, pressing Blaine down in the car's leather seat, Blaine's hand falling down to the collar of his shirt, and tugging the tie off and over his head, Noah doing the same to the one Blaine wore.
He kept himself elevated until Blaine rubbed his hand down his chest, stopping at the line for his pants. Noah tugged his hand away, pushing it above his head and kissing his way down Blaine's neck, his cock straining with the pants coming out of his mouth. His stomach was bursting with excitement and want and something that Noah was a bit scared to identify. "We should stop." Blaine gasped out and Noah bit at his collar bone through his shirt, both of them letting out a loud moan when Blaine's back arched and their hips rubbed against one another.
"Probably." Noah agreed, pushing downwards with his lips and kissing up Blaine's throat when he threw his head back in ecstasy.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Noah moaned at the words coming from Blaine's mouth. Never had he thought that swears would be such a turn on. "Damn it."
"Do you want me to stop?" Noah pushed himself upwards – and God did that take so much more self control than he had. Blaine looked absolutely ravished, but he looked at Noah with this look of complete confusion and a tiny bit of frustration and even more lust before he sat up and leaned towards Noah, pushing him downwards so that Noah was the one with his back against the leather.
"Fuck no." His lips attached themselves to Noah's mouth, his tongue sliding in before quickly exiting and licking down Noah's throat and his hips thrusting downwards. Noah gripped his waist tightly in his hands, rubbing up against him and feeling his breath begin to staccato and come in short, uneven gasps. The familiar sensation of an orgasm pulled at his stomach and he just knew Blaine was close to by the way he had simply buried his forehead against Noah's shoulder as they rocked together.
A heat curled in his stomach as he gasped out something that sounded like Blaine's name, pulling him into a deep kiss as they came together. Blaine collapsed on top of him, his curly hair a mess, his shirt open, his pants sticky and wet and unzipped and Noah in the same predicament. Noah ran his hand down his back as his breathing evened out, feeling Blaine's do the same, his nose nuzzling against Noah's neck as he fell into a light sleep.
Noah stared down at him, a smile tugging at his lips. His brain was telling him he was in too far. His heart was telling him to go farther. Noah shut them both out and lived in the moment, putting his jacket over both their shoulders and letting his eyes drift shut.
A: N – HALF SMUT FOR ALL OF YOU! I didn't plan that I promise.
Next Chapter: Christmas vacation commences and Noah and Blaine try to figure out exactly what they are through the holidays.