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.
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A:N – So so so so so so sorry I let writers block take over my life. FORGIVE ME!
This 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).
Blaine paused, shuffling the papers in his hands and standing up on his tip-toes to pull the large book of sheet music off the high shelf. A frown pulled over his features when the book proved pointless and he would have to, unsuccessfully, reach even higher up to get the one he wanted. "Damn it." He muttered under his breath, pulling over a chair and climbing on top of it, reaching out to grab the book highest up. Only for it to be higher than expected.
Blaine scowled, pushing himself higher using his toes, and biting his lip in concentration. Why Jeff couldn't have just come to help him was beyond him, but the blonde boy apparently had some job he had to do that was more important than what was supposed to be a quick ten minute job.
"Hey." The door opened leading into the room, an unfamiliar voice filtering through and startling Blaine to the point that his foot slipped off the chair and he fell to the ground. It wasn't a far fall, yet it was still far enough to hurt, his ankle giving way under his weight, his elbow clanging against the desk, and his cheek hitting against the tall shelf. All before the sheet music floated down on top of him. "Shit!" He heard a scramble of footsteps, frantic and running over to his side.
A hand pulled him into a seated position, and Blaine's vision swam before his eyes. There was a white yellow blob, red, and black. Blaine heaved a deep breath, shutting his eyes against the feeling of his stomach bottoming out. He'd dealt with dizzy spells like this before. He would be fine in a few minutes or so. "Damn it, you're bleeding." A shaking, warm hand was placed on top of his cheek with shocking gentleness. Blaine's eyes fluttered open and he stared, taken aback by the kindness and genuine concern looking back at him. It was unusual. Not many strangers, certainly no one Blaine had ever met, had acted like that around him before. "Are you okay?" The boy-man... he was definitely more man than boy, Blaine noted with a small blush – smiled gently at him.
He had nice hair. Much nicer than his own hair... And he should be answering shouldn't he? "Y-yes. Yes." He scrambled to his feet. Or he tried to anyway, his ankle giving out again underneath the new weight and his blush intensifying when the blonde man grabbed him around his waist to stop him from collapsing completely.
A small laugh passed through the lips of the stranger and Blaine found his eyes impossibly wide because this guy was handsome and he was laughing and Blaine had totally just made a fool out of himself and hello he wasn't supposed to be doing stuff like this anymore. Dapper. Control. In control dapper Dalton boy. He straightened up and his blush disappeared, a controlled look of embarrassment on his face and a small smile presenting itself. "I'm fine. Thank you."
He shook off the man's hands, sitting himself down on the chair he had been standing on and leaning down to check out his ankle and the sting that was emanating from the limb. Something dripped lightly down his cheek but Blaine didn't pay it any mind. His cheeks were too busy trying not to flame from obvious embarrassment.
"You took quite a fall there." The stranger kneeled in front of him, a lock of hair falling gently into his green eyes. Blaine swallowed, staring straight at him, his head not quite registering the words that came out of the stranger's mouth. A cloth dabbed against his cut cheek and he hissed at the unexpected pain that came from the touch, flinching back a bit. "And, of course, you're fine." The stranger smiled handsomely at him and if Blaine had more experience in these types of things he would have said that he was flirting.
But that was impossible because they had just met and why would he be flirting? He probably wasn't even gay. "Of course." Blaine smiled back at him. And holy shit was he really flirting back? This is what happened when he fell and hit his head. He did crazy, insane, stupid, and yet exhilarating, things.
The stranger laughed again, holding out his hand for Blaine to take into his own. "I'm Jeremiah."
"I'm clumsy." Blaine let his smaller hand fit into Jeremiah's, his fingers delicately running over the callouses before settling on a wrist. He pushed down the urge to blush and smiled up at the stranger – Jeremiah.
"Such a strange name." He commented nonchalantly, turning his back to Blaine and picking up whatever he had left on the floor.
A bag of footballs tumbled down to his side and Blaine ignored the small bought of disappointment that flared in the pit of his stomach. "My parents were strange people." Blaine shrugged lightly, leaning down to check on his ankle once more, wincing at the small swelling that was puffing at his skin.
Jeremiah laughed softly, turning around and cocking his head to the side and staring at Blaine with a curious look in his eyes, turning to the desk and pulling a pen out of his pocket. Blaine winced when he pushed gently at the skin on his cheek. Trust him to be a klutz. "Do me a favor, okay Blaine?"
Blaine looked up at him – at his blonde shaggy hair and boring work suit and blue eyes – a bemused smile on his face. "Depends on the favor."
Jeremiah turned back to him, a piece of paper clutched in his hand, a small blush on his cheeks. "Call me and set up a day I can bring you for coffee?" Jeremiah held out the paper to Blaine, seemingly oblivious to the way his heart was pounded in his chest, and the way he stopped breathing because holy shit this guy was asking him out. Right? He wasn't making this up, was he? "Is that too much to ask?"
Blaine let out a gust of breath, his hand taking the paper with a gentle touch and a slow shake of his head. "No." Jeremiah smiled at him one more time, patting the bag of footballs and heading towards the back exit of the office.
"Good. Can't wait to see you again."
And, just like that, the moment was over and the only thing that Blaine had as evidence that the conversation had even happened was a number in his hand and a sting against his cheek from where Jeremiah had pressed his handkerchief.
A week later New Directions were on the return to the camp, Puck pulling up the rear with a frown. He gripped his bag closer to his body, unsure of what it was that he was supposed to be doing. Was he supposed to lead them around? Show them to all the places he knew so well? Or was he supposed to stay in the background? No one seemed to have an answer for him so, for the moment, he found himself hovering awkwardly as Rachel addressed the group about why exactly they had all been ordered to pack a bag and join the camp. The reasons of which no one knew, and yet, somehow, Rachel had managed to convince all of their parents to sign off on. Let it not be said that the little brunette was anything but determined.
She spun on her heel, her blue plaid shirt fanning out around her tanned legs, her lips in a thin line before breaking out into a wide smile. She had an evil glint in her eye. Puck swallowed, he never did quite enjoy it when Rachel had her evil streak. Things tended to not work out whenever that happened. "I bet you're all wondering why you're here."
"Is this a fashion-vention? Because I am not okay with that combination you have going on." Kurt said with a bored tone, leaning against his suitcase with far more grace than Puck would have thought possible had it been anyone else. Mercedes nodded in agreement, both their faces holding something much more serious than was warranted. But, then again, Puck wasn't about to argue about fashion to either of them so he, wisely, kept his mouth shut.
Rachel sent him a stern look, pursing her lips and turning back to the rest of them. "We have a common enemy."
"Your hideous looks?" Santana purred from her seat on Brittany's luggage, her eyebrow raised, yet her gaze nowhere near Rachel.
Rachel huffed, stomping her foot and glaring at the rest of the club. Puck winced at her harsh look, and at the tiny glint of tears behind her eyes. Santana had been a little harsh... "Not all of us need to wear short skirts and low cut shirts to be considered desirable." Puck jumped at the voice coming from behind them, Rachel perking up and Santana's eyes flashing in a dangerous way.
This was not good... "Dani! Hey!" Puck spun on his heel, a wide smile on his face, his arms open wide for a hug. Danielle stopped before he could reach her, an eyebrow raised and confusion written clearly on her face. Puck ignored said look and wrapped his arms around her. "You do not want to piss her off." He whispered into her ear before pulling away, sending her a significant look before turning back to the members of his club. All of whom were staring at him with varying degrees of shock. "Uh... This is Da-"
"Danielle." She smiled sweetly at the group of them, brushing a handful of bangs out of her eyes and off to the side of her forehead. "It's a pleasure to meet you." For a moment Puck almost thought she was going to go to shake Santana's hand, only she walked purposely – and with a certain swing to her hips – over to Rachel. "Love the skirt by the way."
Puck would have been lying if he said that he wasn't as shocked as the rest of them. "Oh... Thank you." Rachel smiled at her – a brilliantly wide smile, one that Puck hadn't seen in a long time – and took Danielle's hand in her own, giving it a firm shake. "I'm Rachel Berry."
"Oh I know." Danielle winked at her, throwing a challenging look over her shoulder at Santana. "I've heard so much about your talent."
"Y-you have?" Rachel blushed a bit, her smile widening just a tad more.
"Of course." Danielle linked her arm through Rachel's. "I'm your biggest Myspace fan."
"People still use Myspace?" Kurt asked dryly and quietly, only not quiet enough because if Puck heard him it was obvious that everyone else had too.
"Come on." Danielle didn't even bother turning back around to look at them as she tugged Rachel down the horribly familiar path. Puck didn't even want to remember the last time he had walked down that dirt path. "Leave your bags there. Julia will bring them to your rooms. We have a party going on now." He could have sworn he heard Santana growl from somewhere behind him.
The closer they got to the woods the louder the music got. It wasn't loud enough to alert the adult chaperones, and it was still daylight, but it was obvious to Puck that it was going to be one of those overnight parties that would make everyone involved very much hungover come the next day. The sun was setting, lighting the green trees in a sort of other worldly glow. It lit everything in a sort of other worldly glow, actually. Fireflies were beginning to descend from their hide outs, and Puck couldn't stop the smile that crossed his face at the blissful nostalgia.
There was always something about this camp that made him feel as though he were home.
"And she's back!" There was a tiny moment of victorious cheers as a few boys jogged over to Danielle and the New Directions. Puck recognized them almost immediately. Wes and David and Jeff. It was hard for him not to recognize them. Jeff drew his arm through Rachel's free one, his smile horribly infectious. "Miss Rachel Berry! I bow down to your greatness!" And, due to the alcohol he had probably already consumed, he did just that. Rachel giggled, a blush coating her cheeks and Santana actually growled that time.
"Who does this bitch think she is?" Santana muttered with frustration. Puck could practically hear Kurt rolling his eyes as he pushed passed her and the rest of New Directions.
"Don't be jealous Satan. She was obviously checking you out." He sent Puck a sort of warning look and Puck wasn't sure what he had done to deserve that warning look before Kurt took off in a small sort of jog. He stopped before a shorter figure that was just emerging down the path, his arms locking around the other's shoulders and their bodies hugging one another tightly.
Puck's heart jumped into his throat once it registered just who Kurt was hugging.
He was there.
Of course he was there. Why wouldn't he be at camp? Why wouldn't he be at a party where the rest of his friends were?
Puck's mouth was dry, his hands were sweating, and he could feel his heart hammer away in his chest. Was this okay?
He honestly couldn't be sure.
Kurt threw him a look over his shoulder and Puck couldn't be sure exactly what it was that Kurt knew but it was obvious that he knew more than he let on. Blaine made to look over his shoulder but Kurt stopped him, his arm wrapping around Blaine's shoulders and turning him away down the path, talking excitedly and promptly distracting Blaine from whatever Puck may have done if they were closer to one another.
He wasn't sure if he should thank Kurt or punch him.
"Move Puckerman." Santana nudged him with a glare, pushing him back into a steady trot down the trail to the lake and the subsequent party.
Blaine would have found it shocking that he hadn't run into Noah yet if it wasn't for Kurt's obvious intervention. He wondered, yet again, if letting the other boy in had been the wrong thing to do. But Kurt was the best person that Blaine had for advice in this sort of situation and Blaine had a cute guy's number – a hot guy's number – in his back pocket so why he was, once again, thinking of Noah Puckerman was beyond him. He groaned, letting his head fall back against Lily's plaid covered shoulder.
He wasn't supposed to be this miserable when he was getting drunk.
Damn Noah Puckerman.
Damn Paul.
Damn father and grandmother and mother.
Damn fireflies.
Damn fucking everything to fucking hell.
"Cheer up, Buttercup." Danielle plopped down at his feet, handing him yet another red plastic cup with a nudge of her elbow. A tiny bit sloshed over the edge and onto the sand but Blaine couldn't bring himself to care much.
"Powerpuff Girls?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, taking a sip out of the cub and promptly ignoring the taste in favor of swallowing. Let it not be said that he liked alcohol. It just helped him get his mind off things like Noah Puckerman and his nice abs.
Shit. Fuck. Damn. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about that.
Great. Now that's all he could think about.
"And you call me the gay one."
"The fact that you knew that." Lily raised her cup to him in a sloppy toast, the three of their plastic cups clinking and the liquid within them sloshing a bit around the edge. They looked at one another for a moment before bursting into laughter, all leaning against one another for support. Which didn't turn out very well, the three of them falling backwards and onto the sand. Remarkably the cups managed to stay even in the air, nothing falling out or over the edges.
Of course, with the amount of alcohol in their systems this only made them laugh harder. David had really nice arms. Did he know that?
Blaine closed his eyes, burying his face in Danielle's shoulder for a moment and trying to reign in the laughs pouring from his mouth and shake away the thoughts about one of his closest friends. This was all Noah's fault.
Goddamn it! He thought about him again.
Wouldn't that make a fun drinking game? A shot every time he thought of Noah Puckerman.
Oh! One shot there for thinking of Noah and his abs.
Oh! And another there!
And another there!
This could be a fun game.
"God you're drunk."
Well there goes another shot.
Noah offered him his hand to help him up and where had Lily and Danielle gone and when had he stopped laughing?
God he had pretty eyes.
Damn it. He tipped his cup upside down, frowning at the lack of alcohol that poured out. Guess he was more screwed than he had originally thought.
"Come on, Bee." Noah gripped his upper arm, pulling him to his feet and no. No. He wasn't allowed to do that. Blaine didn't want him to do that.
He pushed Noah off him, stumbling back a few steps and into someone, making sure to apologize before making his way back to the log he had been previously sitting on. "Come on, you don't want any more." And Noah wouldn't leave him alone.
Blaine glared at him, pushing him away again when he tried to come closer. Or he tried to push him away again, but his legs sort of collapsed underneath him and Noah caught him easily enough around the waist and pulled him up into a standing position again. Blaine tried in vain to push him off, only stopping once he realized that there was no way he was getting out of Noah's strong grip.
He must look like shit right now.
"Le' me go." Blaine slurred, trying to push him away once more for good measure, avoiding Noah's eyes at all cost because his eyes were just so pretty.
God he needed another drink.
"Chill out." Noah spoke in his ear lowly and whoa. When had they gotten that close? Had he done that? Or had Noah?
"You- You don't – please." His voice cracked on it's own accord and Blaine honestly didn't know why he wanted to start crying but he did. Maybe it was because things fucking sucked and Noah fucking Puckerman and some hot guy had asked him out and fuck! All Blaine could think about was Noah fucking Puckerman. And his abs. But mostly just him.
Noah pulled back for a moment. "You gunna be sick?"
Was he going to be sick? Oh Blaine hoped not. He hated being sick. It was disgusting and these were new shoes. "You don' even know."
"Know what?" Noah asked in brief confusion and Blaine wanted to punch that look right off his face and, oh yeah, he could actually do that now.
He made to take a swing, only to have his fist knocked down easily enough and his back pushed against a wall and when had they gotten there? When had they managed to be alone?
Vaguely Blaine remembered being led to somewhere more quiet and shit was Noah going to rape him or something? Because that would so totally not be cool.
"What you did." But he just kept on talking because that's what drunk people did, yeah? They just talked and talked and talked and, ultimately, fucked things up.
"I know I screwed up."
"No!" Blaine pushed against his chest, his eyes wide and angry and a bit of the alcohol was disappearing from his veins to be replaced by something red hot and burning. Fury or lust or hate or love or maybe a bit of all of that but that was besides the point. "You don't get the right to just screw up. Not anymore."
"I'm sorry-"
"You broke my fucking heart!" Noah flinched back and Blaine felt a tiny thrill of victory. So this is what standing up for yourself felt like. "You – you ripped it out of my chest and tore it to pieces and no amount of sucking up and apologizing is going to make that okay!" Blaine stumbled back, his shoulders hitting the wall once more and Noah just stood there and stared at him and he looked like he was going to cry and why the fuck did Blaine care if he was going to cry or not? Noah opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it, looking down at the sand beneath his feet and kicking at it uselessly, scrubbing an arm under his eyes. Blaine pursed his lips and swallowed passed the lump in his throat, running a hand through his short curls. "It's like you don't even care what you've put me through. And..." His voice faded off when Noah's eyes rose to look at his, his breath catching in his throat.
It was a bit unexpected, but it happened nonetheless. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the situation. All Blaine knew was that in one moment he went from staring at Noah with two feet between them to pulling him into a desperate kiss against the wooden wall of some cabin on the outskirts of the camp.
It was all teeth and hands and desperation. Electricity tingled through Blaine's blood, Noah's tongue running against the roof of his mouth as his body pressed closer. A hand kept Blaine steady against the wall, Noah's own hand sliding under his green t-shirt and resting on his lower back. Blaine may have had to stand on his tip-toes to fully reach Noah's height but that didn't seem like much of a problem when Noah was slouched against the building, his knee between Blaine's thighs.
Their lips separated, Noah's leg wrapping around Blaine's and his arm tightening it's grip before he turned them around, the two of them stumbling a bit before falling backwards over a twisted branch. That obviously hadn't worked out the way Noah had planned for it to.
They stared at one another for a long moment, their lips only a centimeter away from one another, breath puffing against the lips of the other. Noah sat up quickly once his brain caught up with his body, scrambling up off Blaine's gasping body and his brown eyes – pretty eyes – staring at Blaine in wonder.
Anger – or what Blaine could only really describe as as anger – filled his veins, before he pushed up from the sand. Noah made to walk away, turning around and muttering apologies profusely. "Don't." Blaine grabbed his arm tightly, tugging him back over to his body.
"You're drunk." Noah tried to pull away, but not with much effort. If the bulge in his pants was any indication he wanted this just as much as Blaine did. Possibly more.
Even though Blaine really shouldn't want any of this. "Don't. Don't walk away again."
Noah stared at him for a long moment. "You're going to regret this."
"I already do." He ignored Noah's flinch. "But what's life without a little sin or regret?"
Noah leaned closer, their breath mingling again, his eyes flicking down at Blaine's lips again. "I don't want to hurt you again."
"Then don't leave." Blaine whispered back, leaning up and closing the gap in less than a second. Things were a bit less desperate after that, their bodies moving back slowly until they were making their way out of the clearing, their fingers linked together and apprehension in their bellies.
Blaine had the same cabin he had when him and Puck had shared a room. It seemed as though he didn't have a cabin mate, once again, and Puck silently thanked and cursed his lucky stars. Thanked them because they didn't have to worry about much awkwardness come morning, and cursed because this place was still so fucking idiotic. Puck wasn't entirely sure if he trusted himself with Blaine just yet, and the walk over had simply intensified that feeling to run away.
Only then Blaine's mouth was on his neck and he felt himself practically melt back onto the bed, his knees hitting the fabric as he sat himself down, ignoring the creaks it made under his weight.
He could be making such a horrible mistake.
They both could be.
But his heart didn't care. His brain didn't care. And his dick sure as hell didn't care.
He flipped the two of them over, his knee slipping easily between Blaine's thighs and his arms sliding off his shoulders and onto the floor of the cabin, Blaine's following suit fast enough.
Puck noticed the scars, of course he noticed the scars, but he didn't really feel the need to draw attention to them more than a simple run over from his fingers, Blaine's body shivering underneath his touch.
In the back of his mind Puck remembered that Blaine was drunk.
He didn't pay that much thought when Blaine's hips were bucking up towards his own, though, or when his mouth was peppering kisses up his chest and down to his belly button and then back up to his nipples.
Yeah so maybe Puck stopped breathing for a moment.
He pushed Blaine back down, his lips caressing the other boy's neck as his hands made quick work of the button on his pants. His heart quickened at the breathy moans coming from Blaine's red lips and the way his eyes closed when Puck ran his hands over his hard member as he slipped down his pants. Puck hadn't done this with another guy before and no way was he about to go all the way with Blaine when he was drunk – and, let's be honest, Puck was a bit drunk himself – but the most he had ever done was a hand job in the back of his car. If it could even have been considered that.
"You're nervous." Blaine noticed when Puck sat back on his heels, a small blush to his cheeks when he realized that, yeah, he was nervous. That wasn't a feeling he was used to getting when it came to sex. Or any sort of intimacy. "It's okay." And Blaine was suddenly leaning back up, kissing at Puck's neck and unbuttoning his pants and slipping them down his waste. "Whenever you want to stop we can."
He breathed against his neck and Puck couldn't help the arousal. He didn't want to help it, his head ducking down to catch Blaine's lips again as he slowly lowered himself over Blaine's body, the two of them gasping at the press of their hips together.
They kept up a steady rhythm for a while, just kissing one another and their hands wandering quite a bit until Puck's hand brushed against Blaine's member, a gasp pulling them apart and Blaine's eyes flying open for a moment before falling closed again. Puck sat back in amazement for a moment before moving his hand over it again, smirking when it twitched against the touch, a small whimper pulling from Blaine's mouth. "God." Blaine breathed against his lips shakily, his eyes flicking open to stare at Puck and wow... he looked beautiful. A small amount of freckles painted against his flushed cheeks, his lips open in gasps of breath, his curls falling over his forehead, a scar over his eyebrow, the veins in his neck pulling to attention. All because Puck had ran his hand over his dick.
He knew he was the same way whenever someone did something as simple to him but had Blaine ever felt anything like this touch before? Was this his first time doing something like this? "No." Blaine whispered against his lips, his eyes falling shut and his lips bucking forward a bit when Puck's hand curled against his member. "But shit this is so much better."
Puck couldn't help the surge for more. For so much more. He wanted to feel Blaine. He wanted to feel all of him.
But that was a bit much so he simply kept his fist pumping, feeling his own cock twitch against his stomach. His hand drifted from Blaine's cock lower still, underneath his balls and over a hole. Puck watched in amazement as Blaine's breath hitched and he slid his finger over the hole once more. "Too much." Blaine shuddered against him, and it was almost too quiet for Puck to hear but he did hear it and he listened and he leaned back up to kiss him and they returned back to their steady rhythm they had set before until they both felt the hot coil in their stomach and came, Puck falling onto the bed next to him.
Blaine's shirt lazily wiped off his chest before the other boy fell under his arm, his eye lashes fluttering above his heart. Puck ran a hand up his back, his eyes wide.
"Fuck we screwed up." Blaine breathed against his chest, squeezing his eyes tighter, and making to move away. Puck tightened his grip, pulling him closer, his eyes flicking open to stare into Blaine's.
"Don't leave." He whispered, running a hand through Blaine's messy curls and looking at him with such sincerity...
A mutual understand passed between the two of them and maybe Blaine knew that he would regret it come morning, and maybe Puck knew that it was only a one night thing even though he wanted it to be more, but Blaine settled himself back where he had been before and his eyes fluttered shut and his breathing evened out.
But if Puck hadn't been sure before he was now.
He wanted this to last.
He was willing to fight for this to last.
A: N – Yeah... chapter was long in the coming. Sorry 'bout that.
Semi-smut make up for it?
Next Chapter: Puck makes good on his attempt to fight for Blaine, enlisting in the help of Santana Lopez and Kurt Hummel. Meanwhile, things take a turn with Blaine and Greyson when someone unexpected reappears in their life and it's proven that, if anything, the Anderson family is more unstable than it looks.