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 "Safety Dance" or "Dream On".
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 (You better not hate me. That'd make me so sad. I honestly love how much you're against Puck. Just saying. XD Blainestans forever!), AshtrayTragedyM.D (Yes. That is the plan. :D With some actual happiness and things getting better thrown in there and all. Hmm. I may have to look that song up and possibly use it.), .Riso (This soon enough? Or should I move quicker? I can move quicker! Probably not but I can SAY that I can.), Loki Firefox (I really, really, really like you. :D I really, really, really like your review too. I think you're the only person to notice that no matter what decision Puck made he would have upset someone. And that he did what he thought was right at the time.), CanAnyoneHearMe (-sigh- I guess you playing catch up is allowed. But only because it's you. OMG REVIEW THAT STORY NOW! I need inspiration to write the next part like ASAP), PmYuna (Oh poor Quinn... maybe I'm just saying that because I'm planning on redeeming her but still... poor thing. XD), JMR17 (Right? If he knew I don't think he would have reacted the way he did.), damonia cassandra (… D: No one should hate me! If it wasn't for me no one would HAVE this story.), Kimmi G (Haha. I love that you picked up on that. I wasn't sure if anyone would.), SebastianWinters (Yes, Puck messed up big time. And we are happily back at camp!), and OrganicGangster (WELCOME TO THE STORY AND THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME TWO HUNDRED REVIEWS!But, hello, I love you.).
A:N – I LOVE ALL OF YOU! That is all. So the trailer for this story is up on youtube and my tumblr (just take out the spaces and capitals): http:/ www. youtube .com / watch?v=O6TQi26z_cI&list=UUcmvf5Ef_o3QgxHstBBntEQ&index=1&feature=plcp
This 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.
"Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together." -Marilyn Monroe
Being a counselor wasn't nearly as exciting or entertaining or groundbreaking as anyone had expected. Of course, Blaine knew that it wouldn't do him much good to get excited over something like camp counseling to a bunch of kids either horrendously younger than him or a few years younger than him since Greyson had counseled a few years back but he still found himself getting his hopes up. The kids weren't bad, per say, they just didn't really have the motivation needed to make their time at camp fun. Moreover, every time one of the counselors opened up their mouth's to talk they got stared at blankly as though they didn't understand a thing they were saying.
If there was anything that annoyed Blaine it was being underestimated.
He pursed his lips together as Lily and Jeff tried, one more time, to teach the uninspired students the dance steps. One or two of them tripped over their own feet, but most of them simply swayed in place looking like dead trees on the side of the road.
Wes let out a noise of disapproval, tugging at his short hair in obvious frustration as he glared up at the campers. "Are they trying to give me a hernia?" He asked shortly, rubbing his temples. Aggravation covered his features and Blaine felt the urge to stifle a laugh. Until one of the campers decided it would be fun to try to start a fight on the stage with someone else because they 'walked into them'.
Blaine shot out of his seat as the two boys went at it, David joining him on the stage stairs and the two of them pulling them apart. Blaine pushed the red head back against the wall, his arm crossed over his chest and his face impassive yet stern. He'd been on the receiving end of that look plenty of times and he was a bit proud to say that his was a copy of Greyson, Doctor Mathenson, and his boxing coach.
Blaine placed his hand firmly on the younger boy's chest, frustration clear in his face, his eyes holding something a kin to a teacher's practiced stern look. "Relax." He spoke under his breath, his voice somehow calmer than the rest of his demeanor. The middle school boy breathed heavily, his stomach pumping in air quickly and his green eyes wide with something that could have been fear. "Relax." Blaine spoke again, keeping his muscles clenched tight but relaxing his face. The boy studied him before shoving away from both him and the wall. He was lucky Blaine had been expecting it.
"Whoa!" Jeff ran to Blaine's aid as the boy lunged at the other that David was holding back and speaking softly to. Blaine didn't honestly need help but he'd take it when it was offered. Jeff grabbed the boy around the waist but the boy shook him off surprisingly easily. Jeff stumbled backwards, colliding with the wall with a small bang.
"Keep that goddamn fag away from me!" The boy yelled, pushing towards the other boy as David herded him off stage. It was silent. Stunningly silent. Even though it wasn't. Wes was yelling at everyone to get off the stage and go back to their cabins. Lily was kneeling beside Jeff and asking him if he was okay. Danielle was comforting a girl who had apparently been caught in the crossfire and Blaine was encased in silence. It was as though everything was moving in slow motion as the boy turned towards him, hate (self-hate. Blaine knew that look all too well) in his green eyes and his fist pulling back before spring boarding towards Blaine's head. Only for Blaine to catch it and twist his arm behind his back, holding it in place tightly. And then it actually was silent.
"Relax." Blaine amended and his voice was still much calmer than it probably should be. He could see Wes paused with his hand in the air, his eyes wide with something that was both awe and shock and maybe a little bit of fear. Unlike his brother, Wes had no reservations against telling Blaine how much he was against his boxing and fighting and doing anything violent. Usually Blaine just rolled his eyes and smiled sardonically at him before leaving the room or turning back to his book or going back to organizing the newest piece of music.
The boy stumbled forward but Blaine kept his grip on his arms, ignoring the small whine that passed through his lips. "Relax." And the boy did, his shoulders slumping forward and his arm going lax in Blaine's grip. Blaine held him for a moment longer, making sure that he wouldn't suddenly attack again, before letting him go and watching him walk off and out of the auditorium like stadium.
Blaine let out a deep breath, the tension leaving his body and his legs shaking under himself. He walked over to the end of the stage, letting his legs fall out from under him so that he could gently lower himself into a seated position. His feet banged against the wooden side, Nick falling beside him not too long afterward. "How's Jeff?" Blaine asked slowly, looking down at his hands that were shaking slightly with left over adrenaline.
"He'll be fine." Nick was quick to reassure. "Banged his head a bit against the wall, Dani's gotten him some ice though so he'll be fine." They were quiet for a moment, Blaine letting out a breath and leaning back against his hands. It was when Blaine's eyes fluttered shirt and his breathing began to come back to normal that Wes snapped back into the real world.
"What the hell was that?" Wes fumed, stomping towards them, the papers in his hands shuddering in time with his frantic movements.
Blaine blinked open his eyes at his friend, confusion on his face. "What the hell was that?" He glanced at Nick, who only shrugged in response. Obviously no one else knew what Wes was going on about either.
"That!" Wes stressed, marching up to him and pointing forcibly at the stage. Right where the fight had started.
Blaine raised an eyebrow at him. "A fight." He stated dryly, a small amount of frustration passing over his face. A stubborn defensiveness tingled up his spine, flowing through his body until his arms briefly crossed over his chest before falling into a more relaxed position on top of his legs. Wes stared at him for a moment, a long moment, a frown marring his usually professional features. He turned his back to them.
Wes floundered for a second longer before he spun on his heel, startling both Blaine and Nick, the two of them not being able to mask a flinch at the enraged look on his face. "They were actually working!" He threw the papers on the ground. "You add that new dance step and it all goes to hell! What made you think that it would be okay to have the guys dance with the other guys and then switch with the girls?"
"It was a pretty good creative move, Wes." Nick pointed out cautiously, glancing at the seemingly at ease Blaine out of the corner of his eye.
Wes glared at him for a tiny moment before turning his frustration back onto Blaine, his brown eyes clouded in emotion. "Creative yes." Blaine straightened.
"Then what's your problem Wes?" He asked shortly, almost as though he knew the answer.
"You know what the problem is." Wes snapped back, flushing slightly.
"No, actually, I don't." Blaine crossed his arms over his chest.
"Don't pull that, Blaine."
"Guys, calm down." Nick said softly, looking around at the other counselors for guidance. But they were no help, all of them shocked into silence. Wes didn't typically lose it like this.
"You were perfectly fine with the idea when I suggested it!" Blaine hopped off the stage to stand before Wes.
"You know what the problem is!" Wes yelled at him, spinning to face the others. "You all know what the problem is!"
"No, Wes. We don't." Blaine spoke harshly before anyone else could so much as open their mouths. "What's the problem Wes? It wasn't anything groundbreakingly offensive! What does the dance have to do with the fight?"
"You know why!"
"Say it!"
"Blaine-"
"If it's so damn obvious why don't you just tell us-!"
"It's GAY!" Wes screamed. Blaine physically shot back, his face holding something close to hurt before a carefully crafted mask filtered back over his face. "Not everyone's all comfortable to act gay! Or to dance with a gay guy! I-it just... It makes people uncomfortable!"
Wes stood for a moment panting for breath, his chest moving almost frantically up and down. Lily stood off to the side, a hand over her mouth, almost shaking as she stared at Blaine in abstract horror. "I... make you uncomfortable..." Blaine said quietly, his eyes staring down at the floor and his lips pursed. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, almost as though he were holding himself together with his grip.
Wes turned to face him, a frown marring his features as though he couldn't understand why Blaine had insinuated that. His face crinkled in realization and flushed in shock and maybe a tiny bit of hurt that it would even been assumed that he'd say that. "That's not what I'm saying, Be-"
"It's what it sounded like." Blaine muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as he fell back against the stage, sitting down on the ground as though he was suddenly exhausted. His arms crossed over his knees, his legs folding up so that they were pressed against his chest, his face burying itself in his arms.
"Blaine..." Wes began before he cut himself off, standing in the middle of the room, his face clearly showing how much he was at a loss of what to do.
They were all at a loss of what to do.
Puck tossed his football in the air, happily not catching it as it fell back down, his arms hanging limply by his sides and his head rolling to the side to stare at Rachel as she paced along the pavement in front of Finn and Kurt's house. It was the summer and, predictably, the whole of New Directions were trying to avoid one raging Rachel Berry. Only to be cornered by her.
Really it had been stupid to think that they could avoid her by hiding at her boyfriend's house, but, honestly, Kurt could cook great food and he was willing to feed them all if they just bothered to show up. And he didn't want Rachel to appear anymore than any of the others. Puck had yet to figure out who the one to invite her was.
That wasn't to say that he hated her or anything. Puck actually had a bit of a grudging respect for his fellow Jew. Problem was that she never shut up. And that got so increasingly annoying as the days went on, especially when he had to deal with close to the same thing with his sister every day.
"Are any of you even listening to me?" Rachel snapped, her voice high and piercing. Puck didn't bother hiding a wince as it hit a note he wasn't even sure she could hit while singing, let alone speaking.
"We're all too busy trying to figure out how to get you to leave to listen." Kurt said dryly from his spot lounging on the grass with Mercedes and Tina, an arm thrown over his eyes, the girls smirking at bit, Tina moving to use his stomach as a pillow.
Artie sat away from everyone in the group but Quinn, the two of them in a sort of hushed discussion, Artie glancing over at Tina every once in awhile. It was no surprise to Puck that the two of them had broken it off. Artie was a bit more devoted to his video games than he ever was to his hot Asian girlfriend. There was someone Puck hadn't gotten with yet. A smirk crossed over his face for a moment before disappearing. Oh yeah... her and Mike were sort of a thing now and no way was Puck willing to mess with Mike like that. Dude was too good of a guy.
Rachel huffed and stood in front of him, blocking the sun and crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. "Do you know what Vocal Adrenaline is doing right now, Kurt?"
Honestly the feud that the two of them had was a bit entertaining. Kurt lowered his arm from his eyes, resting his hand on Tina's head and raising an eyebrow at Rachel, something that was very close to disgust on his face when he caught sight of what she was wearing. "Burning all hideous summer kiddy sweaters?" He said hopefully. "Honestly, Rachel I didn't even know they sold those for summer."
"They don't. I made it." She said brightly before her face sobered again.
"That explains it." Kurt muttered, causing Tina to laugh a bit before crossing his arm back over his eyes.
Rachel glared at all of them for a moment before stomping her foot on the ground, Santana glaring at her when her foot came a bit too close to falling on top of Brittany's hand. "Do none of you care that Vocal Adrenaline are exercising their summer to prepare for the competition season?"
"Isn't the whole point of summer break to have a break?" Quinn said with a roll of her eyes, leaning her arm against Artie's leg and glaring at Rachel. "I think I deserve this break." She glanced over at Puck, her eyes softening a bit before hardening again when they turned back to Rachel. "I think we all deserve this break."
Rachel's face softened for a moment she uncrossed her arms. "We've all had a break. Vocal Adrenaline aren't resting and neither should we."
"What do you suggest we do, man hands?" Santana spoke dryly, staring at her nails and raising an eyebrow at Rachel as a slow smile started to spread across her face.
Frantically she pulled out an piece of paper from her skirt pocket – a short skirt, one that Puck wasn't sure any girl should wear because it really did clash horribly with her sweater tank top thing – unfolding it and presenting it proudly to Santana. The girl snatched the paper out of her hand, raising both eyebrows as she read farther down the paper, glancing back up at Rachel with a frown on her face. "I don't get what a football game has to do with anything."
"Keep reading." Rachel pressed, seemingly immensely proud of herself.
"The opening game against Greenville Football Camp is scheduled to start at 12:30 on July fourth at the Marion Football and Music Camp, on the football campus." Santana read off the paper, her voice borderline bored. "Yeah I got nothing."
Rachel rolled her eyes at her, snatching the paper out of her hands and reading it herself. "The entertainment for the day will be provided by First Place Show Choir Nationals winners Vocal Adrenaline from Carmel High School and the music campers of Marion Football and Music Camp." Her voice held a triumphant quality, her hips moving in a proud swish. But Puck was too busy freezing in something close to horror.
"So what's you point, Berry?" Santana asked snootily, her arms holding herself up as Brittany leaned against her shoulder.
Rachel huffed at them all, looking around at the blank faces surrounding her. "We should watch them! Go and see it! See? The game's open to the public and the fourth is tomorrow-"
"We have a cookout starting at six and dad's letting off fireworks." Kurt pointed out. "You were all invited."
"So we go to the game and come back here to discuss our strategy." Rachel nodded as though that was the plan all along.
"Marion is over an hour away." Kurt shrugged. "Plus none of us would even know how to get there." Which Puck knew was a lie because he knew that Kurt had been talking to Blaine still and Blaine was obviously at camp. Where else would he go during the summer? Puck's heart was beginning to get that familiar ache again.
"Noah's been there before, haven't you?" Rachel spoke up, staring at him in hope. Quinn looked at him, almost as though she was truly curious over what his answer would be. Just like he had looked at her when he told her that he loved her and had received a sobbing Quinn and a denial that they could be anything to each other more than friends. "Noah?"
Puck swallowed, looking around at all the people looking at him. It was unusual that he got even one person's undivided attention lately. "Yeah." He shrugged because he did know where it was. He had gone there for the passed two years after all.
"Great." Rachel smiled brightly at them all. "We'll all meet up here at nine in the morning. Sharp. Tomorrow." She spun on her heel and stalked away, Finn following much like a lost puppy. Kurt lowered the arm from his eyes, confused for a moment.
"Did that really just happen?"
No one had an answer.
"Oh my gosh it's my favorite niece!" Blaine gushed, throwing down his papers and running over to the door where his brother stood, grinning, and holding a baby girl comfortably in his arms. Her head was covered in the trademark Anderson curls but she looked a lot like her mother, her eyes a light green and her face much more delicate than any of the Anderson's ever was known for being. Greyson laughed at him, passing the baby girl over to him when she caught sight of Blaine and started moving her arms at him in a grabbing motion.
Blaine held onto her tightly, hugging her when she wrapped her small arms around his neck and burying his face in her hair for a moment before looking back up at his brother and leaning up to give him a brief one armed hug. Greyson kept his arm around his shoulders leading him out of the room and grabbing his folder full of sheet music. "I haven't seen you in ages." Greyson exclaimed, tickling his daughter's cheek to entice a giggle from her.
"It's crazy." Blaine agreed quietly as the baby girl pushed her head into his shoulder and tugged at the collar of his shirt with a tiny fist. "I mean I don't miss you or anything but damn. You're usually too busy stalking me to do anything about your own life."
Greyson nudged him with his elbow. "Shut it. You're the one that's always stalked me."
"Have not." Blaine argued.
"Have too." Greyson poked his side, laughing when Blaine jumped and squealing a bit, slapping away his brother's hand and simultaneously keeping Diana safe in his arms. "You used to follow me around everywhere. You would just waddle after me in your little bowties and low rise pants and talk about how much you wanted to be exactly like me."
Blaine blushed a bit. "Now I regret doing it. You're ego's a bit too big for your own good."
"My ego is perfect, thank you very much." Greyson argued, faking offense, his hand placed dramatically over his heart.
"Perfectly inflated." Blaine snorted, jumping out of the way as Greyson made to punch him in the shoulder. "Don't hit me I have a child!" He hid behind Diana, laughing body (or he tried to hide, it didn't quite work out as well as he was hoping it would).
"Yeah, my child. Kidnapper!"
"Blaine's a kidnapper?" David poked his head out of his cabin, Nick following suit not long after. Their eyes grew wide when they saw Diana, the little girl's arms moving up and down and her body leaning for them, a whine in the back of her throat. "BABY DIANA!" David yelled, running over to her and swooping her out of Blaine's arms, swinging her around in a circle.
Greyson seized the moment, pouncing on her brother, pulling both him and Blaine onto the dirt covered ground and mercilessly tickling him into submission. Because it didn't matter how much Blaine had grown up or how many boxing lessons he took – he was always, and would always be, the younger brother. Which meant that Greyson was allowed to do these sort of things with no repercussions besides maybe a small bruise to his side or arms and a great memory of that time he tackled his brother at camp when he was sixteen years old and made him laugh so hard there were tears pouring down his cheeks.
It honestly seemed as though Greyson was the only one who could pull this side of his brother out anymore.
By the time they made it to the game it was half time, Puck was tired, Kurt was annoyed, Mercedes was hungry, Artie was bored, Finn was lost, Quinn and Santana were bitching, Brittany was... well she was Brittany, Tina was muttering to herself, Mike was doing jumping jacks to wake up his muscles, and Rachel was... still as perky as ever.
It really didn't surprise everyone when they had almost missed the whole reason they had been dragged to the camp in the first place. But they didn't. Somehow they had managed to make it to that in time. The collective of the New Directions flowed into a group of empty seats in the front, Puck noting how strange it felt that he was the one in the stands and not on the field this time around. Something about that didn't feel right.
He scratched at his forehead as Vocal Adrenaline lined up on the field, staring at the people five rows down and sitting back in shock when he recognized Greyson and Cammi and a baby and Nathan Anderson, the group of them sitting together comfortably in some of the front row seats that were reserved specifically for the disabled or those with children.
A hush fell over the crowd, the music starting low and quiet before steadily getting louder. Artie perked up at the song choice. "We can dance if we want to. We can leave your friends behind. Cause your friends don't dance. And if they don't dance. Well they're no friends of mine." The choreography was flawless per usual, the vocals not the best (Puck wasn't sure if they would ever be able to find anyone to replace Jesse's obvious talent) but still pleasurable. He found himself being transported into awe once more when it came to watching Vocal Adrenaline perform.
"I say, we can dance, we can dance. Everything is out of control. We can dance, we can dance. We're doing it from wall to wall. We can dance, we can dance. Everybody look at your hands. We can dance, we can dance. Everybody's taking the chance." A few members of the ground jumped over one another, the crowd standing up to clap along to the beat.
Puck glanced at Rachel, noting her pacified look of shock, awe, and insult. Everyone else's faces bordered on the same image and Puck found a small amount of pent up rage pooling in his stomach. "Safety dance. We'll safety dance. Yes, the safety dance." They ended on a triumphant note, their hands up in the air and the applause deafening.
Jealousy and something very close of rage filled Puck's veins and he wanted nothing more than to punch all of them in the face. But doing that wouldn't exactly be considered nice so Puck settled for sitting back in his seat and glaring at them fiercely.
Puck knew the deal with these shows. One group would perform, then the other would perform. Only the other wasn't coming out. Puck sat up straighter in his seat, looking around the field and noting how a line of middle schoolers were sitting stubbornly on one of the performance benches, someone that he recognized as Wes talking at a mile a minute to, if he remembered correctly, Jeff while Lily and Danielle were trying, and failing, to get the kids off the bench and onto the field. Vocal Adrenaline were about ready to set up for a second performance and Greyson was hopping off the bench and running towards... there he was.
Puck's heart jumped into his throat because, well damn... Blaine looked good. Blaine looked really good. And it was as though he knew he looked good this time around, his hands stuffed in his jeans and his hair more puffy than it was usually allowed to be. He stood up from the bench, ignoring his friends' questions and confused looks, making his way down the stairs and jogging over to the bench full of campers. "Everything okay here?" He asked, shocked and a bit freaked out when silence fell over the group.
Blaine looked over at him from the corner of his eye but kept his back turned, speaking to David about something or other. All Puck knew was that there was this part of him that really wanted him to look over at him and smile. Or acknowledge him anyway. Being ignored wasn't exactly his favorite past time. "They won't sing." Danielle finally said, gesturing angrily at the campers. They all sat back, arms crossed over their chests and stubborn frowns on their faces.
They weren't going anywhere anytime soon.
"Why the hell not?" Puck asked them, raising an eyebrow.
"Why should we do anything for the football team?" One of the braver girls spoke up. "They haven't done anything but pick on us."
Puck stared at them for a moment, trying to look for an argument that he could use against them. "Plus," A red headed boy said with a snooty look on his face. "There's nothing that would make me go out there on that field and sing like a fag."
Puck was startled and he felt his hand clench into a fist by his side. "Watch your language, kid." He chastised before turning back to Danielle. "You guys got anything else up your sleeve? I don't exactly want to watch Vocal Adrenaline do another show stopper."
"Blaine's got something he's learning but-"
"Great. Awesome." Puck nodded, turning around and grabbing Blaine's arm to get his attention. The other boy turned around to look at him, a shocked look on his face, his hazel eyes glinting in the sunlight. Puck felt his heart stop for a long moment and he was pretty sure he had stopped breathing.
"What?" Blaine whispered harshly, raising an eyebrow at him and tugging his arm out of Puck's hand.
Puck forced himself to blink and swallow, looking away for a second to compose himself. "You got something to entertain these guys?"
"I might."
"What is it?"
"Dream on. But it's a duet... I only know the second verse-"
"I'll do first." Puck nodded, ignoring Blaine's almost outraged look, walking over to the band guys and telling them what song to play. The nodded and the bassist smiled in approval before they started the chord.
Oh Puck hoped this would work.
Puck ignored the looks sent to him from the other members of New Directions, choosing, instead to accept the microphone when it was handed to him and begin to sing. "Every time that I look in the mirror... all these lines on my face getting clearer. The past is gone, it went by like dusk to dawn. Isn't that the way everybody's got their dues in life to pay?"
Blaine stared at him for a moment before taking the microphone out of Lily's hand to take over, startling Puck. "Yeah, I know nobody knows, where it comes and where it goes. I know it's everybody's sin... you got to lose to know how to win." His voice was clearer than Puck remembered it, but it still caused tingles up and down his spine.
He had a fierce look in his eyes, almost as though he was angry. But Puck knew Blaine. And he knew that he would always get into the music he was singing, and, soon enough, the anger was replaced by determination and just a small bit of longing and sadness. "Half my life's in books' written pages... live and learn from fools and from sages. You know it's true." Puck sang into the microphone. He was unable to tear his eyes off Blaine's slowly stalking forward form, completely entranced by every word that left his mouth.
"All the things you do, come back to you!" They sang together in perfect clarity, Blaine's eyes turning away from his after the line and turning towards the audience.
"Sing with me, sing for the years!" Puck grabbed at his microphone, figuring it'd be better if he interacted with the audience too, rather than simply staring at Blaine's form.
"Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears."
"Sing with me, if it's just for today. Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away." And, yet, they were facing each other, singing directly to each other and Puck knew, he just knew, that there was more to this duet than simply singing for the sake of entertaining the audience and keeping Vocal Adrenaline from being completely victorious. It was about them. It was always about them. Whatever them was.
"Dream on, dream on, dream on, dream yourself a dream come true." Puck sang to him and, really, he wished that every one of Blaine's dreams came true. And he wished that there was nothing that anyone could do to tear him down. But that was crap.
"Dream on, dream on, dream on, and dream until your dream comes true. Dream on!"
And on and on it went until the last high note, Blaine sliding into falsetto perfectly and the audience erupting into loud and roaring cheers. Puck wanted to cheer himself.
But they finished the song perfectly and took their respective bows as Vocal Adrenaline took center field again and they walked over to the side together, their microphone's off and Blaine's sliding into his back pocket effortlessly. He was laughing. God he looked beautiful when he laughed.
"Hey." Puck smiled at him, tugging on Blaine's hand and leaning close for a hug. Only to have Blaine pull back and send him a warning look. "What's going on?" He furrowed his eyebrows, biting a bit on his bottom lip.
Blaine glanced around them and tried again to pull his hand out of Puck's, only for Puck's grip to intensify. "You know what's going on, Noah."
And hearing his name fall from Blaine's lips made his heart quicken pace again, his eyes flicking down to Blaine's lips before falling back onto his eyes. His expressive hazel eyes that told Puck everything he needed to know. Things weren't okay between them, but a preschooler could have pointed that out. No, Puck knew that.
What Puck didn't know was something that he had to ask. "Can we talk?"
Blaine stared at him a moment, his eyes portraying every single emotion he was feeling at the moment before they slid into regretful pain. He shook his head minutely, finally succeeding in pulling his hand out of Puck's. "No."
And then he walked away and Puck felt the world around him turn even darker.
A: N – Annnd that's the start of Act III. How do you all like this new Blaine? And the "new" Noah/Puck? Please tell me you understand the difference that I'm trying to show by using the names "Noah" and "Puck"... if not I will gladly explain it.
Okay, question: Do you guys want me to make Puck still go to juvie? Or not? Cuz I could go either way on this one.
Trailer (just remove the spaces) (watch, comment, love, spread): http:/ www. youtube .com / watch?v=O6TQi26z_cI&list=UUcmvf5Ef_o3QgxHstBBntEQ&index=1&feature=plcp
Next Chapter: Blaine meets the sports equipment delivery boy named Jeremiah, a party occurs late at night in the woods with alcohol, and New Directions decide to stay at the camp to collaborate with the Warblers and Lily and Danielle to take down a common enemy (Vocal Adrenaline).