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: .Riso (Well Kurt is bitchy at times so I'm just following canon. -wide smile- I'm glad you liked it.), damonia cassandra (Oh it definitely isn't.), eaglegirl1202 (Wouldn't you be dying to know about his weird relationship with Puck? Especially if Puck had been your bully for so long?), PmYuna (Haha. Blink's next part will... show up whenever I have two full days to dedicate to writing it...), Aledda (This is why you shouldn't take internet breaks. See what you miss out on? But you shouldn't be confused. If you have any questions on Doctor Who just ask. Most questions will be answered in the story.), CanAnyoneHearMe (omg you flatter me so much. -blushes-), SebastianWinters (OMG YES THE EYE CRINKLE SMILE! You are very welcome. :D), and JMR (Wow... your love life is certainly more interesting than mine. Uh... do you have an email or account where we can talk about this? I feel bad when you ask me for advice and it takes me until the next chapter to answer. :/).

A:N – Semi angsty, semi not chapter? I honestly am at as much of a loss as all of you when it comes to writing this.

This Chapter: Christmas vacation commences and Noah and Blaine try to figure out exactly what they are through the holidays.

Greyson sighed, falling down onto the couch beside Blaine, his hazel eyes following his brother's over to the fireplace where they had rested – practically – ever since his wedding. Greyson had a feeling he knew why and he wasn't going to lie and say that he was happy about it. But there wasn't really a whole lot he could do besides support his brother. His hand pat Blaine's back, searching his face for any sign of acknowledgment. His lips curled up in a small – fake – smile for the umpteenth time, his eyes hastily dropping down from Greyson's before wandering back to the fire. "What's going on, Bee?" Greyson wasn't going to pretend that he expected an answer – Blaine had been practically unresponsive for the passed week, his face holding a look that only meant one thing – he was deep in thought. About Puckerman. Greyson was not okay with that.

It wasn't as though he had anything against Puck – not really. He just had everything against Puck and his brother doing anything. Even being friends. It was as though Greyson knew that things between them would either the best thing to happen to them, or they would be the end of each other.

But, either way, he was coming to the conclusion that there was nothing that he could do to make them stop seeing each other. That wasn't something that Greyson admitted lightly. He hated that conclusion too. He opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped when Blaine did the same, reaching behind his neck to rub at the skin nervously. "I think I messed up Grey." He spoke quietly – so quietly, in fact, that Greyson wasn't exactly sure that he had heard him.

Greyson heaved in a deep breath, falling back in his seat, his hand falling from Blaine's back to rest against his knee. "How so, Bee?"

"I did something... that I should regret... only I don't."

"Oh, God please don't tell me you had sex and got an STD."

Blaine sent Greyson an incredulous look, an eyebrow raised and a frown settling over his features. "No, Grey."

"Whew." Greyson fell back in his seat a little, pulling Blaine back with him and resting his head on top of the younger's shoulder. "Than what's there to be ashamed of? So long as you got no one pregnant."

"Even if it's with the guy you told me specifically to stay away from?"

Greyson pulled away sharply, gripping Blaine's forearms tightly and staring intently into his hazel eyes. "You had sex with Puck?"

"Well no-"

"Then you're all set."

"But that depends on your definition of sex."

Greyson blanched before forcing a swallow. "So long as you were safe and it was consensual on both sides..." He bit his lip trying to let it seem as though he was unaffected. "So long as you're happy I won't... try to stop anything."

Blaine let out a small laugh, staring at him a moment before falling back into the couch, his arms crossing over his chest and his head falling onto Greyson's shoulder the moment the elder followed suit. "That took a lot for you, huh?"

"You know it." Greyson glanced down at his brother, noting the shining eyes and the lone tear that rolled down his cheek. Why couldn't his brother just be happy? Just once. That's all Greyson wanted. He closed his eyes for a moment, opening them once he had placed his arm around Blaine and pulled him closer so that his cheek was resting more on his chest than his shoulder. "I love you, Blaine. So long as you're happy I don't care if you're with an armadillo. Even if that'd be a little weird." He dropped a kiss on top of the gelled down curls before resting his cheek on them. "Just promise me you'll be careful."

Noah heaved a sigh leaning back in his seat and looking over at Quinn as she curled up against his side. Her fingers played deftly with the sleeve of his shirt and a strange feeling of warmth spread through his chest and he couldn't help himself from resting his head on top of her soft blonde hair. The Christmas special played out from the television in his bedroom, the small Christmas tree he had bought for her lighting up the far corner. His mother had told them hours ago to get some sleep but it was Christmas Eve and Noah couldn't really bring himself to close his eyes. Not when he was in this peaceful of a moment.

His foot was falling asleep beneath his leg but he didn't want to move. Not really. "Puck..." He startled into a more awake setting, his eyes flying open wide and looking around the room. When had he fallen asleep? Obviously somewhere between Charlie Brown and It's a Wonderful Life since he didn't remember having watched any of that.

Noah blinked down at Quinn owlishly. Her blue eyes sparkled up at him, unshed tears glistening, lower lip trembling. Her hands were shaking where they were clenched over her protruding belly where their baby was probably swimming happily sucking her thumb or something. "Yeah?"

He stifled a yawn as she leaned closer into him. "I don't..." Her voice faltered and she wiped a tear from her pale cheek. "Puck I don't know if I give up this baby."

His heart began to pound in his chest. "Quinn-"

"Hear me out, okay?" She sat up on her knees, tugging his hands into her own. They were small and Noah couldn't help the small voice in the back of his head telling him that they were too small. That they didn't fit perfectly.

"Okay..."

"What if we did this?" She gestured between them, sniffling some. "What if we raised her?"

"Quinn..." It was as though he were seeing her in a new light. It was as though she suddenly wasn't just Quinn-the-mother-of-his-illegitimate-child anymore. She was Quinn-the-mother-of-his-illegitimate-child-who-wanted-to-raise-the-child-with-him. It was unbelievable. Noah felt his heart pound so hard in his chest he was surprised it didn't pop out in front of him like it did in those cartoons. He was surprised his breathing was normal because he felt as though he had just run ten miles. "Are you sure you want this?"

"No." And, just like that, his heart fell back into his stomach. "I was just thinking, you know? We could do it, couldn't we? We could be parents."

Noah didn't know how to respond. It was all so shocking to him. Quinn had been so set on not keeping their baby. She was so set on it. And he had just gotten used to the idea that he would never get to hold her when she cried or be a better father to her than his father was to him and Mel.

Quinn seemed to accept his silence as a good enough answer, nodding and whispering nearly silent "me too" before standing up and going into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Noah didn't move until he heard the shower go on.

But then it was as though he spring-boarded himself across the bed. He was taken by this intense need to tell someone about what had just happened. But who could he tell? His mother would tell him that he was being stupid because, really, how could two sixteen year olds raise a child when they were merely children themselves? Finn still wouldn't look him in the eye. Santana cared but not enough to let him get away with calling her at this time of night. The same went for Danielle. Rachel would give him an earful about how they were both being irresponsible and making rash decisions would get them no where. And, really, Noah didn't want knowledge right now. He wanted someone who he could gush to and who wouldn't mind.

Blaine.

That was it. That was the only person he could call.

Because sure maybe Blaine might get angry with him for calling him so late at night on Christmas Eve but he would get over it the moment he heard what Noah had to say. That was the way Blaine was hardwired or something.

"Quinn? I'm going to go out for a walk for a bit." He called out, hearing her quiet affirmative before grabbing his phone and keys and nearly running out of the house as he dialed the all too familiar number. He nearly slipped on a patch of ice but Noah steadied himself easily enough walking until he could sit himself on the bed of his truck, letting his feet hang off the side.

Blaine picked up on the tenth ring. "Y-ello?" He sounded tired. Damn it Noah had woken him up hadn't he? Caught him mid-yawn because Blaine only answered like that when he was mid-yawn.

"Hey." Noah couldn't help the tender smile on his face as he stuffed himself in the corner and huddled close to himself as the snow fell gently from the sky.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Blaine's familiar voice was rough with sleep and Noah could just picture the squinting hazel eyes looking up at him from were Blaine had probably stuffed his head under his blankets.

"Not really, no." Noah laughed a bit. "But I have some great news."

"Great. Fantastic. Call me back when it's not two in the morning."

"No no no! Wait!" Noah spoke hastily, happy when he didn't hear the line disconnect. Suddenly he was nervous. "Look, you're at your aunt's house, yeah?"

"Yes." Blaine's voice was devoid of humor, something akin to a whine in his tone.

"That's like five minutes from Lima?"

"Why?" And, yes, Blaine was whining. Noah figured he was supposed to feel guilty. Too bad he found it more adorable than anything.

"I'll be there in twenty. Wait outside for me?"

"Noah Puckerman I hate you." Noah felt a smile break across his features, wide and uncontrollable as he jumped off the bed of his truck and ran around to the front seat.

"No you don't."

"Yes. I do."

"If you hated me you wouldn't wait outside for me. Plus it's only going to be twenty minutes because I'm picking you up coffee."

It was silent for a long moment before Noah heard Blaine let out a long sigh and the creaking of bed springs. He hid a fist pump in victory. "It better be damn good coffee, Puckerman."

"It'll be the best."

"I still hate you."

"Love you too." He ignored the sharp intake of breath from the other side of the phone line. "See you in twenty." He flipped his phone shut and slammed the car into gear, pulling out his driveway with a bit more eagerness than was needed.

Just before pulling out Noah caught sight of a flash of blonde hair in his bedroom window. But he thought nothing of it, letting a smile pull across his face and excitement build in his stomach.

Blaine stomped at the snow in front of his aunt's house, falling onto the porch steps with a tired moan and letting his head rest against the cold wood of the railing. His arms crossed against his chest tightly his body huddling in close to itself and his hazel eyes squinting at the rode. He had simply shoved his glasses into his pocket instead of putting them on. His eyes always had trouble adjusting to glasses when he first woke up. It wasn't as though he was planning on being up long anyway.

But anyway, what was that supposed to mean? "Love you too"? Did Noah actually love him? Or was he just saying it to be cheeky? It was something some of the other boys at Dalton used all the time. "I hate you." "Yeah love you too." It didn't mean anything. It was a cheeky comeback.

With Noah things were never just to be taken at face value, though. Blaine had learned that plenty of times.

Either way it was entirely too early (or late, however you wanted to look at it) for Blaine to think of anything besides the fact that it was very cold outside and he was tired and it was snowing and shit he had forgotten his jacket hanging in the entry way and should he maybe go get it so that he didn't freeze his ass off?

But Blaine decided not to because he was too tired and it was too cold and he would be perfectly fine with becoming an ice sculpture on his aunt's porch at this point in time.

"Sorry for waking you up." Blaine jumped, nearly sliding off the porch in the process and stifling a yawn as Noah lowered himself down onto step next to him, holding out a Styrofoam cup as a sort of peace treaty. Blaine was tempted to drop it in his lap. Just as payback for waking him up.

"It's fine." He mumbled even though it wasn't because, really, Blaine hadn't been sleeping that great lately. That could have something to do with his over thinking or with Wes' campaign to join the council or the fact that midterms were creeping up on him but, either way. He was exhausted and he really couldn't think straight.

Noah sighed and leaned back on the porch, his elbows on the top step and his brown eyes looking up at Blaine in a way that made him shiver with something more than the cold. "You must be cold." Noah stated the obvious, all the while standing back up and running over to his truck.

Blaine blinked at the spot he had been, his brain far too muddled for him to register anything passed cold delirium. That was it? That was seriously all Noah had come here for? All he had woken him up for?

But, no. Looked like it wasn't.

Noah came jogging back, a blanket in his hands and he wrapped it around Blaine's shoulders, nudging the half asleep boy with his own. "It's not poisoned, promise."

"Mhm." Blaine blinked at the coffee cup in his hand, wondering for a moment if Noah had gotten the right order before shrugging and taking a sip, welcoming the scalding hot liquid as it poured down his throat. "So why did you wake me up at this hour?"

Noah scratched at the back of his neck, looking down sheepishly before looking back at Blaine, a brilliant smile over his face. A spark of jealousy sprang up his spine because that was the smile that Blaine remembered being the only one to inspire, Noah's brown eyes crinkling and his nose scrunching. "Quinn... she might keep Beth."

Beth. Beth. Beth? Who was Beth? Oh... right. Baby. Quinn. Baby. Baby Beth. "Wow..." Blaine really was shocked, but, honestly, the words and thoughts weren't coming. "And what does that mean?"

"That means I get to be a dad."

"Okay." Blaine nodded slowly, his forehead creasing in wonder. "What does that mean?"

"I just told you. Geez you really aren't awake."

"No... about us."

"What about us?"

"What does that mean about us?" And when Blaine was tired things tended to not stay under wraps.

"What do you mean?" Noah's voice was quiet and hard and rough and goodness Blaine had fucked this up hadn't he? Again.

"I-I just... fuck I don't know." Blaine's head lolled forward to rest against his knees, the blanket pulling tighter around his shoulders and his coffee dangling in his hand precariously.

Noah raised an eyebrow. "Well I don't see how anything between us would change. I mean..."

"So what? We'd still make out and fool around and stuff?" If Blaine wasn't so tired he would be killing himself for saying this. Whether it was to his knees or not. It just wasn't the type of thing Blaine would typically say. "Because that's not really a functional relationship. What with you being a father and all."

He seemed to have stunned Noah into silence, and, when he looked up, he saw that he was both wrong and right. Noah's mouth was set into a hard line, his own forehead creased in an intense look of concentration. His hands were clenched together, his nails digging into the back of each hand by sheer force of his grip. His brown eyes were squinting at the gravel beneath his feet. "I don't know why thing's'd have to change."

"Well they can't exactly stay the same." Blaine spoke just as quietly as Noah had, his eyes staring off at the trees in the distance with a small tinge to them. "I mean it's all a bit confusing. It's like... one second we're friends and I just have a crush on you and I can deal with that. But the next second we're making out and you're saying stuff like 'love you too' and hugging me and I'm almost letting you screw me in the backseat of your car and then it's back to being all friends again and... I just... I want to know what to call this... thing... between us."

"Blaine..."

"I mean it's obviously more than friendship right? But you're not gay so we can't be boyfriends. And you're a father and you're practically dating Quinn – or at least everyone thinks you should be. So what are we?"

He slowly turned back to Noah, noting how wide the brown eyes on him were and how Noah looked a bit like a caged animal and how he really needed to get some sleep because he was saying things that made no sense and it was cold out and he couldn't just shut up and focus. "We're... do you want to be my boyfriend?"

"Yes. Do you want to be mine?"

"Maybe." Noah paused, licking his lips and letting his eyes fall away from Blaine's and Blaine was suddenly struck by how honest and open Noah was being. Noah was never this honest and open. "But..."

A lump formed in Blaine's throat and his hazel eyes slid closed for a second because there was a but. Of course there was a but. When in his life wasn't there a but? "But you want to be that to Quinn too."

"No." Noah's hand found his, pulling the coffee cup out of it and placing it next to him, twining their fingers together. "I mean yes. But no."

They sat in silence for a long moment and Blaine almost felt himself drift off to sleep again before Noah was talking again. "I want to be everything for Beth. And if I'm not with Quinn than am I really any better than my father?"

"You're not planning on abandoning her so I'd say yes." Blaine spoke dryly, resisting the urge to curl up onto Noah's shoulder and, instead rested his head back against the wooden railing.

"But I want to be everything to you."

"And Quinn?"

"I... I love her." And there was the underlying problem in all of this. Because Blaine was in love with Noah (in love? That was something new. Blaine had never referred to it like that before) and Noah was in love with Quinn. "But I don't think it's the way you're supposed to love someone."

"Noh..."

"I mean I love her because she's carrying my child. Does that make sense?"

If Blaine was more awake he probably would have been able to say that yes it did, but as it was that he was half asleep he could only let out a small grunt of acknowledgment.

"And I know I should be in love with her but I'm not. Or it doesn't feel like I am. I mean with her I feel great. Quinn's great. But..." Noah paused, running his hand down Blaine back and ignoring the shiver he felt beneath his hand. "But with you I feel as though I'm Superman and I can do anything. I don't want to let that go."

"But?" Blaine could practically see the word sketched into the air.

"But I don't want to label it."

And that was another problem wasn't it? Because how was Blaine supposed to refer to Noah? As his friend? Or as his boyfriend? Or as his friend-with-benefits? "Merry Christmas, by the way."

And that wasn't what he wanted to say but it's what came out anyway.

Merry fucking Christmas.

A: N – Yeah. That's it. Ended on a not so happy note and with no kissing. NOOO! I was planning kissing too. Damn muse.

Next Chapter: Blaine's trying to sort his own feelings out when Kurt comes calling for help after Finn calls him a "fag" and Noah gets offered an ultimatum by Quinn: pick either her and their child or Blaine.