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 –Fuck real life I'm gonna become a fantasy.
This Chapter: Blaine, Quinn, and Lily visit the clinic, Danielle and Santana grow closer, Marissa has a few words with Noah, and Noah takes a leap of faith.
Quinn couldn't handle the sight of a frantic Lily. The girl stood off to the side, biting on her thumb nail and her fingers jittering against her pant leg. Blaine sat next to Quinn, his head resting on his closed fist. It was a little bit awkward, if Quinn were to say anything, since Blaine and she had rarely spoken after Beth and the whole Puck incident. Some part of Quinn was telling her to apologize, but she knew she wasn't the only one at fault there.
She knew that Blaine was perhaps innocent, but she also knew that Puck had been anything but. "Lily, honey, come sit down." Blaine patted the open seat next to him and Lily turned sharply to look at them. Her eyes watered and she slowly moved to do so, dropping down next to him and linking her fingers within his own. Quinn almost felt jealousy, but at what she wasn't sure. At the fact that Lily had someone like Blaine, perhaps? Someone to rest her head upon a shoulder and shut her eyes and link hands with and be told that everything would be all right. Finn had tried, of course, back then. But Finn hadn't exactly been who she wanted.
Quinn remembered calling her sister, scared out of her mind and sobbing and having her sister call her a filthy slut and hanging up. Quinn remembered the visits to church to pray to God and beg him to take Beth away. She wouldn't wish that ordeal upon her worst enemy.
"It'll be okay, Lily." Quinn stood up and brushed off her skirt, her wedge heels clicking against the floor as she crossed to sit in the other empty chair beside her. She rested her hand upon the girl's quivering back, rubbing circles with her thumb. "You're strong," She told her. "And you'll get through this."
Blaine looked at her from over Lily's head, his lips quirking up in a small smile. Quinn smiled back, though she could feel the weight of it on her lips. She wasn't sure if she had smiled for real in a long time, now that she thought about it. "Thank you for coming." Lily mumbled into Blaine's collar and reached back to pat Quinn's knee.
A surge of… something shot through Quinn's heart. Fondness, maybe? Or the beginnings of a sympathetic heartbreak? She wasn't sure. Regardless, she took the small, dainty hand in her own and held it tight.
When they called Lily into the room for the blood test Quinn made sure to sit next to her, Blaine standing in the hallway because only one of them was allowed in. She smiled encouraging at Lily as the needle went into her arm. She hugged her when the nurse walked out to bring it to the lab.
And Quinn felt useful. Wasn't that something new?
Noah stood with his back to the door, his fingers grazing over the strings of his guitar lightly. He hummed softly to himself – a song that didn't exist in anywhere other than his own mind. His eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks and he felt a tiny smile pull at the corner of his lips. Heels clicked on the floor behind him and Noah tensed.
"Hello." A cool voice said from the body belonging to the heels. Noah turned slowly, facing the woman with a furrow of his eyebrows. She looked familiar, with curls down to her shoulders and high cheek bones. She had painted red lips and a familiar small button nose. She was small in stature, but made up for it with confidence. Her hips swayed and with them her purse until she stood in front of him, a devious smile on her lips.
"You're Blaine and Greyson's mom, yeah?" Noah shook out his hand to offer it to her. She stared at it in distaste, as though on his skin was a plague that could kill her if she got within fifty feet.
Noah resisted raising an eyebrow in annoyance. "You're Puckerman, correct?" The way she said it made Noah want to resort to old methods of taking Finn's name as his own to see if he could confuse people.
Instead, he nodded. "Yeah."
She studied him for a moment, her gaze scrutinizing. "You're not what I expected." She said at last.
"Neither are you, m'am." Noah crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his weight, the guitar resting on the chair behind him.
Her lips twitched in a sneer. "Though your image certainly gets my point across."
"Your point?" Noah asked in confusion.
"You're a delinquent." She giggled as though the thought made her happy. "And you're going to be my key to getting my baby to forgive me."
Noah felt his heart grow cold at the words. His face dropped and his arms fell to his side. He looked down at his ripped jeans, and his off-white wife beater. He had it on good authority that he rocked this look. Sure that good authority was Santana, but even Kurt had grudgingly admitted that it was so simple that it gave off the boy next door look. But then there was the second part of what she said – that he was going to help her "baby" forgive her. Noah wasn't dumb enough to not know who she was talking about. Thing with him and Blaine may have been strained, but they talked to each other every now and then.
Noah had heart Blaine talking to Greyson, he had seen the tense shoulders and the deep seated frown. He had talked to Danielle about it, had heard that Marissa Hughes was trying to tear Blaine away from his father and brother by some misguided belief that she was doing what was right. "You're going about this all wrong." Noah spoke before he could stop himself.
Noah could tell the moment Marissa transformed from a passive snake to a viper ready to strike. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw set. "Please," Her voice dripped with condensation. "Inform me."
Noah told himself that he had dealt with women like her before. Santana, for one, Quinn for another. But those two had their redeeming qualities. Santana would never do what Marissa was doing, Quinn might but that would only be if Quinn was seriously out of her mind. Noah idly thought of Beth. Would he do something like this just to get her to be his again? Perhaps. Noah loved his daughter, no doubt. Sometimes he felt a pull in his chest as though calling out for her. But he kept in contact with Shelby; she sent him pictures every now and then. Noah knew, in the back of his mind, that sending Beth to live with someone else was the smartest thing him and Quinn could have done. He held no beliefs that he could have raised her on his own, even if he had his mother's support.
"Blaine… He's not gonna forgive you even if you dropped down and begged." Noah took in a deep breath and continued. "You haven't been there for him. You didn't even send a card when he was in the hospital. And now you're tearing apart his family."
"I'm tearing apart this family?" She sounded offended. "None of this would have happened if he didn't-"
"What?" Noah snapped. "Tell you he's gay? Well sorry, m'am, but that's not going to change no matter where you drag him off to."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"And you do?"
"He's my son."
"You have no claims to him, you left him, high and dry, and ran away because you didn't understand him."
"You understand him?"
"I love him."
"Love." She snorted. "Two men can't love one another."
"Of course not." Noah rolled his eyes. "We're cold hearted beings that can't look at another person on the street and say 'wow, I'm in love with them'."
"Women bring love to a relationship."
"And yet your son knows how to love more than the one woman that should have taught him how to."
Her mouth snapped shut and her eyes glittered dangerously, almost as though tears were forming over the lid. She huffed and spun away from him. Marissa turned back at the door, glaring at him dangerously. "Blaine is my son," She hissed out venomously. "And he's not anyone else's to belong to."
"Blaine's not an object you can own!" But she didn't hear him as the door slammed shut.
Rage flowed through Noah's veins and he punched the wall, his knuckles splitting against the plaster.
Danielle leaned back against the brown sand, Santana edging closer as she did. They kissed, Danielle's hands closing around the bare skin of Santana's lower back. Her fingers grazed the yellow bottom of her swimsuit and she giggled into Santana's mouth.
The other young woman nipped at her lips, grazing her teeth over her own, and tangling her hands in Danielle's hair. She stretched out so that she lay beside her, brushing the tips down the skin of her cheek to rest at her neck. They were comfortable and Danielle felt something that wasn't quite lust stir in her stomach. Santana pulled away and brushed her nose against the one of the shorter girl's before rolling off her. "You're awfully happy today." Danielle commented dryly.
Santana smirked and let out a small laugh. "I haven't had to see Berry once today," She rolled so she could look at Danielle, her brown eyes skimming over her curves and dark skin, exposed against the sand and hers to see. She walked her fingers over her stomach, exciting at the way her abs contorted and pulled in. Danielle was a dancer, through and through, her body was enough to prove that. Santana would have been jealous if she wasn't so confident with her own looks. "Quinny's out of my hair for the day," She pressed her hand against her forehead, leaning her weight on her forearm. "Things with Puck and Anderson are going better than expected…"
"You know you're much sweeter than you like to come off."
"And you're a fucking sap." Santana rolled her eyes. "I guess we're both not what we expected."
Danielle smiled and brushed her fingers into Santana's dark, soft hair. She tugged it lightly in retaliation and Santana let a full smile brush her lips. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. "You're beautiful." She said softly.
Santana's smile widened and her cheeks burned with something similar to a blush. "Shut up." She hit her stomach lightly, pressing her palm there and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"Mm." Danielle hummed. "No, I think I'm good."
Santana laughed a little bit, lying so that her head rested on top of Danielle's shoulder. Her hair brushed her chin and Santana was sure that if anyone were to see them now her reputation would be completely ruined. She found that even though she cared, she couldn't bring herself to move, too comfortable with Danielle's arm around her waist and her shoulder pillowing her head and her body pressed up against her own to do anything other than close her eyes and allow herself this one moment.
It was a beautiful moment. And Danielle was more than beautiful. Even if the words would never come out of Santana's mouth.
"It's going to be positive." Lily said for probably the fiftieth time. Blaine looked at her from the corner of his eye, trying not to let his vague annoyance show. There was no way he could understand what she was going through, he was aware of that, but Lily's pacing was driving him insane.
He had told her, countless times, to have a seat. To go stand in a corner. To work off some nervous energy by running around the building a few times, even. Blaine couldn't help comparing Lily to Greyson when Diana was coming into the world. Then he had known exactly what to say to calm his brother down. But Lily wasn't Greyson. She's wasn't married. She wasn't established in a career. She wasn't old enough to have a kid. God, Lily could barely take care of herself.
Blaine looked down at his phone again, his thumb hovering over the typed out message ready to be sent. Greyson would be better at talking this out. He would be better at calming Lily down. He would know what to say to get her to breathe.
But it would be against the best friend code of confidence, or something, if Blaine were to send it. He didn't have Lily's permission to get anyone else involved. He thought of what her parents would do. He thought about whether they would kick her out or let her stay. He wondered if they would make her get an abortion or give up the baby. And Lily wouldn't be able to do both, Blaine knew that better than he knew almost anything. Lily would be ridiculously attached to the thing, even now her hands were hovering over her stomach.
Quinn had stopped her pacing, her hands on her shoulders and her voice speaking to her in hushed tones. Blaine wanted to know what she was saying, but he knew it was none of his business.
He was the moral support – the ride there and the rock to make sure Lily didn't go flying off the edge if she heard bad news. Quinn was the one who had been through it all before. Quinn was the mother. Quinn was the one that had the worst happen to her. She had been kicked out of her house and she had been forced to give up her child.
Not that Blaine would say that Quinn had been forced. It had been an educated decision for both her and Noah to make. He approved of it, even though he saw how much pain it made Noah go through to lose his baby girl. He understood that much about Quinn Fabray – she did what was best in the end. She was trying to be better, even if Blaine was unsure how clear a line of "better" there was in either of their books. She had said only a few words to Blaine since they had gotten to the hospital, and they had been tense if that. Blaine didn't hate her, no matter how much a part of him told him that he should.
Quinn hadn't stolen Noah from him. She hadn't ruined what was between them. She might have wanted Noah for herself, but that was because of a fear she didn't understand. She had been kicked out of her house. From what Blaine had heard from Kurt, Quinn had been kicked off the social ladder at school, Finn wouldn't even look at her, Rachel wasn't making things any better, and the rest of the club were picking sides. All she had was Noah. It made sense for her to pull him closer.
She believed that she loved him because she was carrying his baby. He loved her because she was the mother of his baby. That was something that Blaine could never get between – something he would never want to get between.
But he couldn't ignore what he felt, either. No matter how much he wanted to.
"Blaine?" Lily sounded downright terrified and he looked up at her, standing quickly as the nurse gestured her into an empty room. Blaine followed after her, almost happy when she reached out and linked her hand with his. Lily's hand was dainty and clammy, cold and trembling. Blaine tried his hardest to make his strong and sure. The rock she needed.
"Have a seat." The nurse gestured to one of the empty chairs but Lily shook her head almost frantically, swallowing thickly searching out Quinn's gaze with her own before looking back at the nurse. "We have your results." She held the file in her hands, the paleness of it resembling that of Lily's face. "Lily, you are pregnant."
The rest of the words fell on deaf ears, and the nurse stood up to grab Lily a glass of water.
Lily fell back against him and let out the tiniest of moans, broken and scared and Blaine fell with her.
Blaine couldn't really imagine what she felt like, but he figured it hurt something like the world ending.
Noah paced their cabin, his sock clad feet banging against the wood with each step. Blaine would be back any second now, and if Danielle's text was anything to go by, he would be a bit of an emotional mess. Sure, Blaine wasn't the father, no that was apparently one of the Warblers but Lily wasn't squealing until she told him first, but he had been there for the fall out. And, chances were, he would be there for the rest of it too.
"I'm not really in the mood today, Noah." Blaine mumbled as he walked in, kicking off his shoes and dropping down onto his bed with a bone tired look about him.
Noah felt both pity and something deeper pull at his chest. Understanding. At least partially understanding. "How's Lily?"
Blaine cracked an eye open at him, turning his head to look at him. "How do you know I was with Lily?"
"Dani."
"Of course." Blaine moaned and pulled the pillow over his head. "She's four weeks pregnant." He mumbled.
Noah sat down beside him, pulling the pillow from his hands and resisting the urge to run his hand down Blaine's messy curls. "What's she going to do?"
"She's more worried about telling her parents than anything else." Blaine sighed and rolled onto his back, his hazel eyes swirling as they looked up at Noah. "I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with this."
Noah gazed down at him, took him in for all that he was. He saw the most blatant flaw he had managed to miss before. Blaine always made things about himself – maybe too much so. "This isn't about you." He said softly.
"It kind of is, though." Blaine spoke to the ceiling. "In a roundabout sort of way. I mean, if Lily and I hadn't fought she would have told me what she was planning to do-"
"You mean she would have told you she was having sex with some guy?" Noah snorted. "Chances are it just happened."
Blaine looked at him and sighed. "You're right. I just… It's Lily."
"And it's Lily that's going through this."
They were silent for a moment. "Why do you make it so hard for me to hate you?"
That was the crux of the problem, wasn't it? Noah had one more day, one more day to convince Blaine to forgive him and give him one last chance. He had had everything planned out. A serenade in the common, a box of chocolates, a kiss under the starlight.
But Noah couldn't hold it in anymore. He couldn't hold in how much he felt.
He stood up and walked to the opposite side of the room, Blaine sitting up to see him better. "You know," Noah began. "I ask myself the same question. I mean I wouldn't blame you for hating me. I went through a really long time of hating me."
"You shouldn't hate yourself." Blaine was quick to say, concern in his gaze.
"And you shouldn't forgive me."
"Probably not." Blaine cocked his head. "But I think I can make that decision for myself."
"So that's it?" Noah shook his head. "You forgive me just like that?"
"I…" Blaine paused.
"You have to be sure, Blaine." Noah pressed, coming closer. "Because I-I could never picture a life without you. And I know I'm not what you want. You want a choir of angels and prophecies and world ending love. But that's not real. What's real is this pain in my heart. This ache whenever I look at you. It's wanting to hold you all the time but knowing that I might break you if I hold you wrong. It's crying when you are happy and crying when you're sad and not knowing the difference. What I feel for you... It's love. But it's so much more than that. I hate you. I hate you so much that I can't think of my life without you. And I'm afraid of you. Because you can take me and break me and murder me and I would still look at you and see the most perfect thing in the world. I know that's not what you want. I know I'm not what you want. But I've been trying my hardest here to be what you deserve. To be a person worthy of waiting in line for your affections. Just promise me, promise me that you'll give me a glance."
They were face to face now, Blaine staring at him as though at a loss for words. Noah's eyes dropped down, hovering over Blaine's pink chapped lips. He thought about kissing him, but pulled away, taking a step back.
But a hand on his wrist stopped him and, instead, he stumbled closer, Blaine sitting up on his knees and his hand reaching out to frame Noah's face.
His lips came fast and desperate and it was like a jolt to Noah's heart. It was as though he could breathe again. He flailed for a moment and then settled against Blaine's body, leaning down just a little bit more before pulling back, his breath ghosting against Blaine's lips.
"It hurts to not love you." Blaine whispered and Noah couldn't help but agree.
"I'm gonna do it right this time."
"Noah…"
"I promise." Noah kissed his forehead, reveling in the way Blaine's eyes fluttered shut at the contact. "You never deserved what I did to you." He pulled away and made sure Blaine could see how serious he was. "And I will prove to you that this is worth this fifth shot."
Next time: Greyson takes on a dangerous gamble with Marissa and it results in something no one expected. Quinn apologizes to Puck and gains an unlikely partnership with Wes. Lily's parents come to pick her up, but things don't go as planned when they see her growing stomach. Meanwhile, Danielle gets an offer she can't refuse from a dancing school out of state and Santana worries about the things she's feeling.