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 everyone that reviewed.

A:N –Sorry for the wait… Do I still have readers? XD

This 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.

Chapter 22

Puck blinked his eyes open, a dead weight against his chest, something tickling at his nose. He leaned closer to the warmth, a small pounding behind his eyes. Puck knew the feeling of a hangover pretty well, so he knew that was what he had, but he figured it wasn't bad enough to warrant him running into the bathroom to throw up whatever he had eaten the night before. An overwhelming peace settled in his body, a sigh pulling from his lips and his body relaxing against the pillow beneath his head. Puck turned his face into the hair under his nose, nuzzling into the softness of it, a smile pulling a bit at his face at the feel of the curls smoothing under his lips.

Curls...

Puck's eyes shot open, staring at the wall across from him, his heart picking up speed.

His gaze dropped down to Blaine, his smile rapidly disappearing at the soft breathing and gentle huff that pulled from Blaine's pink lips as he moved in closer to Puck's chest. His eyes were shut tightly, dark lashes painting against Puck's skin. His arm was locked tightly over Puck's waist, almost as though he were afraid that if he let go Puck would disappear into thin air. His curls were a tangled mess on top of his head and Puck had to force himself not to panic because he remembered what happened. And holy shit not only had it been a mistake but it had been amazing.

He couldn't quite shake the feeling, however, that he had taken advantage of the other boy in his drunken state. But, honestly, they hadn't really done much – there was no penetration and the moment Blaine told him to stop he did. Consent, even when given under the influence, was still consent, right? Puck hadn't raped Blaine or anything, had he? Worry gnawed at his edges and he forced himself to swallow, trying not to shift too much and wake up the boy huddled under his arm and on top of his chest.

Puck couldn't stifle a yawn, resting his head on top of Blaine's and letting his eyes flutter shut. He wasn't really tired, but he wasn't entirely awake. And it felt so nice lying as he were. He felt so nice.

It wasn't like he felt spent or drained. He felt amazing – he was most relaxed that he had ever been. It was bone deep, and it was as though something was telling him that this was where he was supposed to be. And Puck wasn't stupid enough to not follow that voice – to not follow that instinct – even if he acted it half the time.

"This was a mistake." He started at the voice, jumping a bit and blinking down at the other boy with wide brown eyes. Blaine wasn't even looking at him, and his own eyes open and staring at where his hand rested on Puck's bare chest. His breathing was still slow and steady.

"How long have you been awake?" Puck asked lowly, avoiding the topic of their night together in favor of talking about something more mundane.

Blaine shrugged gently, sighing a bit, his eyelashes fluttering as his eyes fell closed again. "We can't do this."

"We're not doing anything." Puck said softly, running a hand down Blaine's back and ignoring the sting in the corner of his eyes.

"Noah…" Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, looking almost pained and biting on his lower lip in a way that certainly was more painful than adorable. For Puck at least. "… Puck… We can't." He shrugged, pushing himself off Puck's chest and sitting up in the bed, his back hunched over as he reached for his underwear that had been lost somewhere at the foot of the bed.

"Why not?" Puck sat up after him, reaching a hand out to grip Blaine's arm, halting his movement. Yet the curly haired boy refused to turn back to him, shaking his hand off gently and standing to his feet, pulling his clothes from the day before into his arms and practically hurling himself into the bathroom.

"We just can't." He declared softly before shutting the door, Puck letting out a strangled sort of sound from behind his lips and falling back against the bed, feeling the mattress bounce a bit underneath his weight. He ran a hand over his mohawk, trying his hardest to fight off the urge to run into the bathroom after him.

But that didn't particularly work when the sounds of retching floated into the room.

Must have a major hangover, he noted with a frown and a bit of a sigh. Puck bit at his lip, running a hand down his face, faltering when he heard what sounded like a miserable cry from the bathroom. The door was closed but if Blaine seriously was feeling like shit (such as the noises seemed to alert him to) there was no way he thought of locking it behind himself. He wondered how much of the night before Blaine actually remembered.

He winced when the choking noise of vomit filled the room again, pushing himself to his feet and pulling on his pants from the night before, not bothering with the uncomfortable underwear. He had learned in the past year that going commando was actually quite comfortable. Plus, it gave him less obstacles when it came to sexing someone up.

Not that that little fact didn't make him feel uneasy or anything at the moment.

His feet padded against the wood floor almost silently. Puck rapped his knuckles against the door, pressing his ear closer for any noises Blaine could be making on the inside. "Can I come in?" He asked loud enough for Blaine to hear, but soft enough for it to be considered a gentle request.

"No." Blaine choked out from the other side of the door, coughing a bit miserably to himself.

Of course, that only made Puck actually open the door. Concern filtered through his veins – Puck didn't want Blaine to get alcohol poisoning or anything. Then he wouldn't be able to ever be with him again. And Puck was determined to be with him again and not screw it up this time. "Oh well." He whispered, walking over to the sink and wetting the washcloth that rested on the hook beside it.

"Go away." Blaine coughed again, resting his head against the cool stone of the toilet, almost slumped completely to the floor.

At least he had managed to put some clothes on before throwing up all over the place.

"No." Puck kneeled down beside him, brushing some of the hair off his sweating face with a gentle hand – much gentler than he would have treated any of the guys. He had done this for Finn before – he had been there when Mercedes had helped Kurt through his a year ago – he had helped his own father with a few hangovers before the guy beat his mother one last time and left. Puck could be considered by this age a pro in getting people through nasty hangovers.

Blaine's body lurched again, his head hovering over the toilet as he dry heaved, only a bit of water coming out this time through. Puck held back his bangs, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him from toppling over, resting the cold washcloth on the back of his neck. "Why can't you just…" Blaine coughed again, letting out a soft moan, a few tears leaking down his cheeks. "Go away?" He finished, misery clear in his voice.

"I can't." Puck whispered against Blaine's curls as he fell back into his body. "I'm sorry."

"Please."

"I'm sorry." Puck hugged his body closer, his cheek falling against Blaine's unruly curls. "I'm sorry."

"Hey hot stuff!" Danielle knocked Blaine's hip with her own, startling him enough for the box of mail to almost fall out of his hands. He scrambled to keep it steady, the girl's eyes widening and her hands reaching out to help. She looked up at him sheepishly, an apology on her lips. But she stopped herself at the way his eyes had the tell-tale signs that he had not only had a miserable hangover but also had spent a good portion of the morning crying shinning in them. "Rough night?" She asked nonchalantly.

Blaine huffed, a small smile pulling at his lips. It made her heart ache to see how much it pained him. "You could say that."

"You disappeared for the night in the middle of the party, bro!" Danielle exclaimed, trying to ease some of the tension. "What were you up to?"

Blaine shrugged loosely giving the papers his undivided attention. "Absolutely nothing."

"You know you're a terrible liar." Danielle pointed out with a smug smile, her hip knocking against the wood of the reception desk. "What really happened last night?"

Blaine turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for something he wasn't sure he would find. Yet it was there. Mixed in with the concern there was a bucket full of acceptance. A surge of affection for the dark haired girl pulled at his stomach and he couldn't help himself from pulling her into a tight hug. "Oh." She let out a breath quietly, wrapping her arms around his back with a gentle surprise, pulling away when he did with a bemused smile. "Not that I don't love your hugs, Bumble Bee, but what's going on?"

"I screwed up, Dani." He wiped at his cheeks, flushed shame flooding his body when he realized that he was crying. Again. He had done too much of that lately.

"How'd you screw up?" She asked quietly, staring at him with eyes narrowed in concern.

"I…" He shut his eyes. Was he honestly going to be able to say any of this out loud? He could barely admit that it happened to himself. "I… sort of… maybe… halfway… hooked up with… hooked up with Puck." He looked down at the papers in shame, color flooding his cheeks.

Danielle stared at him a moment longer, her brain trying to figure out why exactly that statement made her both want to jump for joy and tear Noah Puckerman's throat out. But her problems didn't matter at the moment – she couldn't let them matter for the moment because if she acknowledged her problems with Puck she'd have to acknowledge her problems with that Latina girl he had brought with him – and crossed her arms around his waist, leaning into his small, compact, yet strong, body.

Blaine let out a long suffering sigh, leaning back into Danielle's embrace and sorting through the papers in front of him. Mail and more mail. He wiped discretely at his eyes, sniffling a tad and trying to hide how much his eyes were watering from his friend. Why he had let it spill to Danielle of all people was beyond him. He could have told anyone. He could have told Lily, or Wes, or Jeff, or Kurt, or any number of people. Yet he had spilled it all out of Danielle.

"It's okay, Bee." She whispered gently against his shoulder, the bangs of her soft hair brushing against his neck.

"No it's not." He whispered a bit brokenly, heaving a deep sigh. "I wasn't even supposed to talk to him-"

"Excuse me?" A voice interrupted their thoughts, Blaine stiffening. Danielle obviously felt it and she sent him a small look of confusion (and worry) and turned around to face the woman in the doorway. The woman with curly brown hair and light green eyes. The woman in the bright yellow dress with a bright pink belt and bag and matching shoes. The woman that she vaguely remembered as being- "I'm looking for Blaine Anderson?"

Danielle swallowed, moving her arms away from Blaine's waist and smiling a bit disarmingly at the woman. "And why is that?"

The woman smiled back at her, her teeth white and glinting in the sunlight that poured in through the windows of the office cabin. "I'm Marissa." She walked forward, her heels clicking on the wood and her hand shaking Danielle's cautious one. She glanced at Blaine, a confused look in her eyes. Blaine shifted under her gaze. "I'm his mother."

People would say that Kurt wasn't a fan out the outdoors but they obviously hadn't really met him. Kurt Hummel prided himself on breaking stereotypes and his father had been bringing him on yearly camping trips for most of his life – ever since his mother was diagnosed with Cancer, actually, as a way to stop Kurt from seeing the worst of the treatments. He had asked the members of the New Directions if any of them had wanted to accompany him but, aside from Santana, none of them had seemed rather interested. Finn had vaguely had an excited look in his eye but that was squashed when Rachel had taken him in the general direction of the football field, the rest of the club excusing themselves to go do their own things, Mercedes actually sending Kurt a vaguely betrayed look when he still insisted on going for a walk in the woods.

Still, Santana followed alongside him, her white cheer shoes crunching over the leaves and twigs beside his own.

And there was another set of footsteps, not too far away from their own, and Kurt jumped a bit when Santana's hand slipped its way into his own. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye – silently commending her for her choice in outfit, the pink and purple athletic shorts and pink tank top looking downright amazing with her dark skin – a question painted all over his face. "What are you doing?" He hissed softly, not wanting to kill the tranquility of the forest around them.

"Do you hear that?" She tugged him to a stop, her voice no louder than his own. Kurt's breath stilled, a frown on his face as the footsteps continued to approach. His blue eyes found her own brown ones, pointing towards a large tree that they could both hide behind very easily.

Santana nodded, the two of them jogging over to the tree and stuffing themselves behind the large trunk, Kurt behind Santana since he was taller and a man and, for some reason that meant that he was supposed to protect her and not the other way around. Even though Kurt was pretty sure Santana could kick more ass than Kurt dreamed of kicking any day but he really wasn't going to complain about not feeling her breasts pressed against his back.

The footsteps continued, slow and steady and contemplative until they continued on into the clearing they were hiding in. Santana gripped his hand tighter as the footsteps grew closer to their tree.

And then a shadow passed over the leaves, a body following suit not long after, the two of them shrieking like the girls they both were, and the voice of Noah Puckerman following suit not long afterwards.

"What the fuck, Puckerman!" Kurt yelled, punching the unsuspecting boy in the shoulder, a bit of pride registering at the fact that Puck shrunk under the force of the hit, gripping the shoulder and swearing under his breath.

"Why'd you hit me?!" He questioned indignantly, a look of shocked betrayal in his eyes.

"Why'd you sneak up on us?!" Santana kicked at his shin and Puck barely managed to jump back in time to avoid the limb.

"I wasn't sneaking up on anyone!" Puck insisted, catching the punch Santana aimed at his chest with perfect ease and pushing her away from him and into Kurt's arms. He caught her easily enough, used to having people randomly pushed at him from Rachel and Cheerios. "I was going on a walk to think some things over."

"And happened to follow us?" Santana snorted disbelievingly.

"You don't own the woods." Puck pointed out and, once Kurt's breathing had evened out he noted that the other boy did have a point.

"You just scared us." He shook his head, gently nudging Santana out of his arms and crossing them over his chest, his hand running over his face.

"Well you scared me too." Puck stubbornly admitted, rubbing his shoulder where Kurt had hit him and glaring a bit at him. "And where'd you learn to hit like that?"

The two of them started walking again, leaving Santana to trail behind them, and fuming the whole way, muttering some choice words in Spanish. "Blaine's been teaching me some stuff."

"Where'd Blaine learn to hit like that?" Puck wondered softly to himself and Kurt knew it really wasn't a question that was asked so that he could answer it, yet he still felt compelled to do so.

Maybe it was because he had a crush on the other boy and he felt the need to prove to Puck – the guy that Blaine had lusted over for months – that he knew him better.

It was stupid. But it was how his brain worked. Even though he knew that, so long as Puck was around, he had next to no chance with Blaine. "He took up boxing last year. After he transferred to Dalton."

"Oh." Puck nodded in understanding, his hands gripping at the belt loops on his jean shorts.

Kurt looked down at the ground and then back at Puck out of the corner of his eye. His crush on Finn had taught Kurt something, and that was that there was no use trying to sabotage a relationship when you clearly had no chance. He sighed and placed a calming hand on Puck's arm, startling him enough for him to stumble for a moment. "You really hurt him, you know?"

Puck swallowed, playing with the hem of his tank top. "Yeah." He muttered. "I know."

"And I totally shouldn't be doing this because if he knew I was he would probably blacklist me." Kurt said with a sigh, Puck looking at him curiously as Santana finally joined in, sidling in beside him.

"What?" Puck's face transformed from sad to confused in a matter of milliseconds, his brown eyes glancing up at Kurt in curiosity. "What are you doing?"

"He's help you, idioto." Santana chastised, hitting his arm with a hard punch. He winced, rubbing the spot and sending her an almost dirty look. She smirked. "And so am I."

"Why would you do that?" Puck directed the question to Kurt, his gaze confused and a bit pained. It made Kurt hurt for him.

"Because… Blaine's my best friend-."

"Don't let Aretha hear you say that. She may attack you with some tots." Santana advised, ignoring the look Kurt sent her way.

"And if anyone deserves to be happy he does." Kurt finished, knowing that it was a bit of a lie. He had some selfish reasons for wanting to help Puck out – not to sabotage; no he was done with that. He wanted to help Blaine find that love that would make him the happiest thing on the universe because it was pretty obvious that Kurt wasn't that for him. They'd drag one another down too much.

"And I just want to get that annoyingly depressing look off your face. It makes you look constipated." Which was, in Santana's own messed up way, her blessing and support. It made a bit of the worry lines around Puck's eyes vanish and a smile spread across his face.

"Now don't you dare go jumping in on anything." Kurt quickly cautioned, rolling his eyes at the dramatic way Puck's face fell. "You messed up big time, Puckerman and you are going to have to do some major groveling to make up for it."

"Okay…" Puck nodded like an eager puppy. "I can grovel."

"You need to woo him, asshole." Santana supplied with a shake of her head. "The whole nine yards. Flowers, jewelry, walks under the moonlight, singing like Finchel."

They all took a moment to wrinkle their noses in disgust. "I can do that. I can do all of that." Puck rushed to assure.

"You don't need the jewelry part. Not yet. You don't want to freak him out." Kurt sent Santana a meaningful look, but the Latina merely shook it off as they walked deeper into the forest.

"Okay… so what do I do first?"

"Show him just how sorry you are."

"How do I do that?"

They were silent for a moment until Kurt's eyes met Santana's and twin smirks pealed over their faces. They turned to face Puck, each grabbing one of his arms and turning around, pulling him back the way they had come and talking excitedly to one another in hushed voices, Puck trying his hardest to keep up.

Greyson was expecting to see Blaine, perhaps, on the verge of a breakdown because of relationship problems, but not frozen with his back to the door because their mother stood talking to Danielle. The dark haired girl was trying her hardest to keep their mother at bay it seemed, but Marissa Hughes – previously Anderson – seemed to want nothing of the sort, saying in her snootiest voice that she "want to see Blaine Anderson!"

Greyson clutched Diana closer in his arms, the little girl gurgling happily and squirming to be transferred to the arms of her uncle. Her noises seemed to snap all the attention onto him and Greyson's cheeks colored a bit under the scrutiny, a frown on his face as he passed the little girl to an almost shell shocked Blaine.

But his brother simply cuddled the little girl close to his chest, his hazel eyes wide as they stared into the hazel eyes of his older brother. Greyson was supposed to know how to fix these sorts of things. Too bad he had no idea how to fix their mother showing back up again with no warning whatsoever. "Oh Greyson, baby." Her voice gushed, sounding almost like liquid poison in his ears.

"Blaine why don't you take Diana out to go see Lily?" Code for, Blaine please leave us alone for a moment so I can figure out exactly why she's here and keep you out of the range of fire. Luckily, Blaine seemed to understand everything Greyson didn't exactly feel comfortable saying out loud. Blaine shuffled passed him, Danielle cautiously following suit. Their mother made a noise in the back of her throat, her hand reaching out to grab onto the back of Blaine's shirt as he passed by but Greyson's hand clamped around her wrist, forcing the limb down.

"Baby…." Her voice held a note of betrayal and Greyson wanted nothing more than to smack out of her vocal chords. Betrayal? For what? If anyone should feel betrayed it should be him. It should be Blaine.

"Why are you here?" Greyson spit out, crossing his arms over his chest and purposely standing in front of the door, blocking it from view.

It was obvious to him that Blaine could very well have stayed behind to listen through the door. And if he was there was no way Greyson was going to let her close enough to him to do any more harm. "I need to speak with your brother."

"After you left?" Marissa visibly flinched back. "You have no right to speak to either of us. You couldn't even show your face at my wedding. Or the birth of my daughter. Or when Blaine was beaten. You have no right."

"I've gone to therapy, baby." She spoke softly. "I met another man. His name is Kevin. He lives in Pennsylvania. And he taught me that I was wrong-."

"So you came back to apologize?" Greyson was momentarily stunned.

"Yes." She nodded, grazing her finger tips over his arm. "But…"

"But what?" Greyson's heart stuttered painfully. Of course there would be another reason for her to be back. No way would she have simply come back to apologize and try to make good with her sons.

"I want to make it up to your brother." Her identical eyes snapped up to his. "You know your father doesn't know what he's doing with Blaine. He doesn't care about him the way you do – the way I did."

"What are you talking about?" Their father loved them very much, they both knew that. He just wasn't a good man when it came to affection.

"I want to offer him a place in my home with Kevin."

"What?! You can't do that-!"

"I'm afraid I can." She smiled sadly at him. "I want to take him away from this bigoted state, Greyson. I want to give him the home he always deserved."

"Ohio's his home!"

"Not for much longer." Marissa shook her head. "I've already filed with the right lawyers."

"You can't do this." Greyson shook his head in disbelief. "You can't be seriously doing this."

"I can." She nodded almost sadly, her hand resting on Greyson's arm in a patronizing manner. "And I will do what's best for my son."

"By putting him through a custody battle? How is that what's best for him?!"

"You wouldn't understand it, baby. You just wait until you screw up so much with my granddaughter. Sometimes you have to force forgiveness."

"This isn't going to win you forgiveness."

"No, it won't." She shook her head slowly. "But it will earn me a second chance. One that your father would never let me have."

"With damn good reason."

Her face clouded with frustration, her lips dipping into that familiar thin line. "Your brother is sixteen, Greyson. He has no choice in the matter. And he is my son. I will do everything in my power to be able to fix what I've broken."

"Even if that means hurting him more than you hurt him before?" Greyson spit out, disgust and disbelief clear in his words. Tears of hurt swam in his eyes.

"Baby, I won't be hurting him by taking him away from your father." She reached out to pat his cheek, but Greyson flinched away. Her eyes gained a sadness he used to always hate seeing. "I would be saving him."

A: N – Yeah… that's it. BUT IT'S SOMETHING.

I am sooooo sorry that it took me ages to write this but it just wouldn't come out.

I hope that the next chapter will come faster – but if there is every any time for you to please pester me to write it because, honestly, pestering me does work.

I LOVE YOU ALL.

Next Chapter: Select members of the New Directions decide to stay at the camp to prepare for the next year, Puck tries out his first attempt at wooing Blaine, and a visit from Mister Anderson spurs more than just tears. The custody case is about to begin and it seems Marissa Hughes is bringing her A game and revealing some rather hidden family secrets.