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: Aledda (I promise you things are going to get better after Act II. You're supposed to question whether Blaine should even be with him. Puck's going to have to WORK to fix things. B-b-but... you can't hate me... -sobs-), Kimmi G (Haha I'm glad you enjoy the angst. I'm so sorry to say that this chapter will disappoint in the kissing department.), Kingofthelambs (Welcome! I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure if it'd work.), JMR17 (Good. PM me if you end up needing any advice or just someone to talk to. I'm always open for business in that area.), .Riso (Wes had to be thrown in for some humor. I can't possibly make it all angst. Imagine how that'd affect me... Yeah. Noah's phone was the one thrown.), AshtrayTragedyM.D (Love you too. :D), and damonia cassandra (WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE ME? I'M SORRY!).

A:N – -hands tissues and then goes into hiding- IF YOU WANT THE HAPPY ENDING DON'T KILL ME! On a happier note we're SO CLOSE to 200 reviews. WE CAN DO IT!

This Chapter: Quinn goes into labor. Cammi goes into labor. After a long talk with his best friends Blaine decides to screw it all and demand that Noah tell him what's going on and tell him how he feels. Noah's trying to avoid him. Sometimes the universe has a cruel way of making people talk.

They were celebrating and fuck did they deserve it. The blood was blazing through Puck's veins invigorating him more than he would have ever cared to admit. The thrill of performing made his heart pound against his chest and Puck rushed to remember a time where he had ever felt this good about himself. When they had won that football game earlier in the year. When he had found out that Quinn was pregnant with a little girl. When she had agreed to name her Beth. When he had kissed Blaine...

His vision swam before his eyes at the mere thought of Blaine and, suddenly, his heart was pounding for an entirely different reason. The other boy had taken his words to heart and he hadn't been calling him or texting him or making any effort to talk to him and, for some reason, it was driving Puck insane. Puck knew it was his own fault and that Blaine was only doing what he had asked of him but still... there was some obscure part of Puck that was hoping that Blaine would have at least had texted him before he went out to perform today.

Obviously Puck had fucked things over so much that they were almost beyond repair.

The smile rapidly fell from his face when Rachel's hand clamped down on his arm and she started screaming at him that Quinn was going into labor.

Before Puck knew it he was being pushed into the back of Quinn's mother's car, Quinn beside him clutching her stomach and doing those weird breathing techniques they had learned at that pregnancy class Miss Pillsbury made them go to. Her blue eyes were filled with panic and pain when they sped off towards the hospital, her hand finding Puck's and squeezing them so hard he thought the bones would break. He clenched his teeth together, grimacing as little as he could when she let out a tiny whimper.

His baby was being born and all Puck wanted to do was run away.

Lily fell back against Blaine's bed, crossing her feet over her ankles and lacing her fingers to rest in her lap. Her orange hair curled over her shoulders as Danielle nudged her feet out of the way to make room for herself next to her against the headboard.

The two girls hadn't spoken to Blaine face to face in what seemed like years. It had, in reality, been a few weeks. That didn't seem to matter to the girls though, and really Blaine couldn't blame them, he'd missed them more than they had missed him it seemed. He was willing to bet that he had missed them more than their parents would if they died. And that was saying something because Lily's parents were fiercely protective Christians.

The three of them had just gotten back from a brief excursion at the Westerville mall – a massive mall, 4 floors and over 100 stores – and dinner and were all seated on top of Blaine's Dalton issue bed staring intently at one another.

Lily started to bounce up and down slightly, enough to shake the bed, and pursed her lips together to avoid a wide smile. "So... how are things?" Danielle asked hesitantly and Lily's smile almost fell completely off her face because they all knew what "things" Danielle was referring to.

Blaine looked down, a guarded look passing over his face. His fingers picked deftly at the shopping bag in front of him a frown pulling at his lips. His eyes blinked a few times and Lily couldn't help but notice how a few tears stuck to ends of his dark eyelashes. She leaned forward, her plaid blue shirt crinkling with the movement and her pale hand falling onto his own, her knees slipping underneath her body. "Sweetie?"

The two of them had come a long way since the summer. Lily had seen the change Dalton had in him. And after David had sat her down and had a very long heart to heart with her Lily had been reassured that Blaine was safe there. Not to mention all the sucking up she had done in order to make Blaine be comfortable around her once more. "I'm okay." His voice was a bit more rough than usual when he looked up at her and Danielle, a wobbly smile on his face.

"Don't lie." Danielle spoke with a hard voice, a frown marring her features and her long brown hair being quickly brushed up into a high pony tail on top of her head, her arms crossing tightly across her chest.

"I'm not lying." Blaine stared at her for a moment, pulling a positively convincing smile onto his face, his eyes wide and bright. Lily frowned, maybe she should never had told her friend that he was good at acting and he wouldn't try so hard.

Danielle simply raised an eyebrow at him, her mouth set into a fine line and her eyes narrowing in a calculating manner. "What'd Puck do now?"

A startled look crossed over his nearly perfectly schooled features. "N-nothing... Pu-No-Puck did nothing." He flushed at the realization that he had practically confirmed their suspicions, quickly to rushing to correct what he had said. "Either way it's really none of your business and I'm working on..." He visibly deflated, his shoulders hunching and his head falling down so that his face was obscured by falling strands of hair because, unlike usual, the girls hadn't allowed him to gel his hair into submission, the curls falling over his ears and into the corner of his eyes.

Lily shared a concerned look with Danielle, the latina sitting up instead of slouching on the bed and making grabby hands in Blaine's general direction. Lily agreed, grabbing his arm and pulling him into a position where he was laying between the two of them, nearly on top of Danielle. His arm covered his eyes from their view but Lily knew he was holding himself together as well as he could. Danielle was the one who felt the first shudder of his shoulders, it was Lily who heard the first sob, and it was both of them that saw the first tear escape from his arm's prison and make it's way down his cheek, leaving a fine red line in it's wake.

They both moved at the same time, Danielle tugging her legs out from under his body and her arm wrapping itself securely around his tiny waist and squeezing him tightly. Lily latched herself onto him, her arm crossing next to Danielle's darker one and her palm running up and down his back, her other hand guiding his head onto her shoulder. His arm fell away from his eyes, his hands trying in vain to block them from view before deciding against it and clinging to their arms as though they were a life line, his head pressed so close into Lily's shoulder she was sure there was going to be a mark there in days to come.

"Grey you have got to calm down." Blaine spoke slowly and lowly, grabbing his older brother by the arms and holding him still. It didn't do much to pacify Greyson, the elder of the two simply vibrating in anticipation and worry and excitement that Blaine was sure he was about to fall through the floor. He rolled his eyes at his brother, a small smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. The two of them had been out at dinner with their grandmother when Greyson had gotten the call that Cammi was on the way to the hospital to have their baby. They hadn't even bothered explaining to their grandmother where they were going, simply jumping from the table, grabbing their things and running to the car to only speed to the local hospital where Cammi was being taken.

They had met Cammi and her mother as she was wheeled into the emergency room, a few nurses running beside them. Greyson had left Blaine alone for a good hour, only to return when Cammi had kicked him out of the room because his pacing was somehow making her contractions worse. Leaving Blaine to be the one in charge of calming his brother down enough so that he wouldn't have to be admitted to the hospital for something like giving himself a heart attack or an aneurism or some other relatively close encounter. Such as Cammi punching him.

"Something could go wrong." Greyson spoke at a mile a minute and Blaine was lucky that he was his brother or they would be in serious trouble understanding one another. "She could end up getting a blood clot, the baby could not turn, our baby could get stuck, she might get the cord wrapped around her throat, she could come out still born-"

"Oh my God shut up." Blaine spoke with force, shoving his brother a little and frown and fierce look on his face. "Calm down or you're not going to be allowed to be in the room when your wife gives birth. Calm the fuck down or else I will punch you right here and now and I swear to God Grey I don't think I won't."

Greyson stared at him with wide eyes for a moment, not even bothering to blink before opening his mouth to begin his tyrant again. "It's the clotting I'm worried about. And the possible C-Section. I mean she could die, both of them could die-" He yelped when Blaine's fist hit his shoulder, stumbling backwards a bit, a wounded look on his face. "What was that for?"

A few nurses turned to look at them but Blaine paid them no mind, they could go back to whatever they were supposed to do. He was busy standing with his arms crossed and a bored look on his face. "Calm. Down."

"Why did we sign you up for those boxing classes again?"

"They make me more manly." Blaine winked at him before rolling his eyes again and making his brother sit down in one of the hospital chairs in the corner. "You seriously have to calm down, Grey. It's not helping Cammi that you're freaking out. She's going to be fine."

"How do you know, though?" Greyson's eyes stared up at him, wide and unsure, yet calmer than they had been before. "How can you possibly know, Bee? There are so many unknown variables-"

"Stop worrying about the unknown and start thinking about what you do know." Blaine crouched in front of him, his hands falling onto his brother's jean clad knees in a form of both comfort and balance. "I know that my older brother is going to be the best father in the world if how he helped raise me is any indication. I know he has a wonderful wife who just wants him to be happy and not worry. I know that he has done everything that he knows how to in order to make sure that both Cammi and their baby are healthy and ready for this. And I also know that it's no longer the 1600s and we aren't a third world country so we have a very low death rate when it comes to giving birth."

Greyson's mouth quirked up a bit by the end of Blaine's reassurance, his head falling forward and his arms tugging his little brother into a short hug. When they pulled away Greyson couldn't help noticing how much his younger brother had grown up. He had made it through two – very possibly two – heart breaks. He had prevailed over bullies and a hospital and a situation that he shouldn't have lived through. He had made it through a bought of depression. He had transferred schools, made new friends, become a member of a well known show choir, he kept his old friends, he was top of his class... Greyson felt so incredibly proud of his brother. So undeniably proud that Blaine was his brother. Especially at that moment in time because even though his brother had been put through crap (and he still was being put through crap if Greyson really wanted to think about it) he had turned out so immensely good and kind hearted and into someone so rare and he was far from perfect but he had somehow learned to embrace those imperfections rather than hide them and be ashamed by them. "Thank you." Greyson whispered to him, squeezing his arms tightly and smoothing Blaine's curls for a moment before running back into the hospital room.

Cammi smiled at him when he walked in, his hand falling gently into hers as he raised it to his mouth and kissed it gently.

Blaine kicked at the gravel outside the hospital, hugging his thin jacket tighter around his shoulders and looking up at the moon hanging low in the sky. It seemed that even though he should be happy because his brother and sister-in-law had just had a baby girl – generously named Diana Anderson – but all of his thoughts kept circling back to Noah. Because Noah was due to be the blood father to a baby girl – Beth – anytime now and in the same hospital he was in too. Kurt had texted him the moment he had found out what hospital he was in, begging him to come find him and alleviate his lonesome boredom before he started scratching at Rachel Berry's face just to get her to shut up. Apparently she was freaking out more than Greyson had been.

But Blaine didn't particularly want to go find Kurt. It wasn't as though he had anything against Kurt himself. Kurt was actually surprisingly sweet and funny and they had a ton in common and were slowly becoming dangerously close to best friends, But Blaine had a problem in the fact that it was very possible that he may accidentally run into one Noah Puckerman.

Just the person he was both trying to avoid and trying not to avoid.

He hadn't called him or texted him. Blaine hadn't made any move to contact Noah ever since their apparent end to friendship.

Blaine looked back up at the imposing hospital building, blowing out a breath of hot air onto his hands before stuffing them into his pockets to keep them warm as best he could. His eyes fluttered shut as he tried to avoid the pang of pain deep in the center of his chest.

Love.

Blaine was dangerously close to claiming that it was the worst thing in the whole damn world.

So far everyone that he had felt anything for had screwed him over one way or another. It had taken Greyson a long time to come to accept that Blaine was gay. Lily and Danielle had both been selfish towards his decisions at times. His father was convinced that Blaine could change if he went to enough religious counselors and church lessons. His grandmother made it no secret that she thought Blaine was an abomination on the earth. Paul had left him for some straight camp. And now Noah had left him because... well Blaine wasn't even sure why.

You have to tell him how you feel. Tell him everything. Lily and Danielle had told him after a lengthy discussion a few days before. And if he doesn't reciprocate, if he doesn't tell you outright that he feels the same you have to move on.

I don't want to move on. Blaine had said with tears in his voice because he didn't want to move on. He didn't know how to.

You have to try, Blaine. You can't keep letting people walk all over you.

Kurt had told him that he understood and Blaine didn't really doubt that he didn't understand, at least on some level. He had also told him that sometimes people don't realize what's right in front of them until it's too late. You can't keep giving him chances only to have them thrown back in your face. And Blaine couldn't. If Noah felt the same wouldn't he have said something by now? Why did Blaine always have to be the one to fall onto his hands and knees and beg to be given a chance?

He set his mouth into a thin line and pressed his hands under his arm pits, making up his mind and narrowing his eyes. Yes... he would tell him. It was about time Noah knew how Blaine felt. And if Noah didn't feel the same than Blaine would stop trying.

No matter how much it hurt.

Blaine rolled his shoulders, psyching himself up as much as he cool and heaved a deep breath. It was time to do this. It was time to set everything into stone and stop dancing around each other.

By the time he found the room the New Directions were in Blaine was ready to shout his feelings to the world so he figured it was lucky that he had run into that Tina girl and not Kurt. Because Kurt would have made him talk about it. He wouldn't, possibly, talk him out of doing it but Blaine was pretty sure Kurt wouldn't do much to encourage him into it.

So he simply ran into the Tina girl and asked her where he could find Noah and had pointed him in the right direction with a warning that he may not be allowed back into the area. But Blaine knew he would be. His family were the ones back there after all. The hospital staff didn't have to know that Blaine wasn't intending to see them at the moment.

A smile pulled across his face unintentionally when he rounded the corner and saw Noah standing outside the window that showed all the babies inside the maternity ward's specialty room. Did he see Quinn? Yes. Of course Blaine had seen Quinn. But he had eyes only for Noah. Because Noah was the one that he needed to talk to.

Blaine opened his mouth to call out his name when Noah opened his mouth, stared directly into the glass and spoke to Quinn the three words that tore Blaine to pieces. "I love you."

His throat closed and Blaine stared at the two of them for a long moment, his hazel eyes wide. There had to be no way that this was happening. Not to him. Not to him.

He didn't deserve this. He had done nothing to deserve this.

Maybe he was dreaming? Maybe this was all some fucked up dream.

But, no. Blaine knew it wasn't. The pain was too real for it to be a dream. The concrete under his feet was too sturdy.

He drew in a sharp breath and practically ran out of the hallway, shocking a woman with long dark hair with his speed.

Blaine didn't even bother to stay around to hear the rest of the conversation between the two of them.

It hurt too much.

Oh God it hurt too much.

It wouldn't be correct to say that at this point in time Blaine had given up on love. Not completely. He had too big of a heart to do so.

It was soon after that admission of love, however, that Blaine began to create a hard exterior. He was tired of being hurt. He was tired of a lot of things actually.

Blaine got very angry half way through his creating of his armored heart. He got so angry that he decided it would be fun to start a fight club at Dalton. At first he was shocked by the turn out that the school generated, but that shock soon dissipated into acceptance. Every guy in that room whenever they met had their own anger issues, or some pain, that they needed to work through in some way.

By the time summer came around Blaine was a dapper gentleman that had safeguarded his heart against any kind of love that could be seen as romantic.

Music was his soul. Fight club was his anger. Love was his person. But he kept his love hidden because so many people had abused it.

Quinn and Puck tried at a relationship but Quinn's heart wasn't really in it. They would always feel something for the other because they had created a child together but without that child in their lives there was nothing between them.

Puck tried calling Blaine a few times but it had seemed that the other boy had taken to ignoring him.

It is vital to remember that this is not a story of heartbreak. This is a story of romance and a story of just how far a boy will go to fix all of the mistakes he had made with the one person he could truly trust. This is a story of friendship and family.

Most of all this is a story of the cadenza of love in the symphony of life.

End Act II.

A: N – Now that rock bottom has been hit things can start getting better. Promise. :)

Love you all. 3

Act III: With the dawning of Junior Year for some, and Sophomore and Senior Year for others, things at camp are different than they ever were. The members are now counselors and some people have drastically changed. After a brief stint in juvie and forced sessions with a psychiatrist Noah starts to figure out exactly what it is that he wants. But will it be too late for him to get Blaine back? He may just have to enlist in the help of some very reluctant people. Will it work? Find out in Act III!

Next chapter: Camp restarts and Blaine, Danielle, Lily, Wes, David, Nick, and Jeff find themselves as reluctant counselors to the under appreciated music students who seem to think their counselors have no idea what they're doing. Noah finds his way back when New Directions goes on a trip to watch Vocal Adrenaline's summer practices at one of the camp's football games. Summer's a foot and some very important characters have changed. For better or for worse.