Disclaimer: I do not own the characters
Author's Note: Hello there. So, this chapter was super delayed. I have no excuse. I hope you guys can forgive me. his chapter will be in two or three parts, and it will become obvious why at the end. Hopefully the next part will be coming soon. For the duets bold is Puck, italics is Blaine, and underlined is both. And last but not least, I want to give a smooch to Lilgirlost, and a big thank you dani_elizabethx on LJ for being a wonderful beta. Enjoy!

Friday at lunch Puck told Blaine to meet him in the choir room. Blaine had grown more comfortable at McKinley, so something like walking from his locker to the choir room didn't scare him as much as it might have a few months ago. What did scare him was Kurt appearing out of nowhere at his locker. Blaine jumped a bit at his sudden arrival.

"Kurt." He huffed out.

"Blaine," Kurt sneered. "I wanted to talk to you. I know you and Finn have been hanging out behind my back. You two made that clear last Friday." Blaine could tell by the look on Kurt's face that this was going to get ugly fast.

"Yeah, he's been around the apartment a few times." Blaine told him.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but I don't like it."

"What?" Blaine asked, genuinely confused.

"I'm on to you. You know getting Finn to cheat on me with you would be the ultimate way of getting back at me." Kurt explained. Blaine couldn't help but chuckle at Kurt's preposterous idea. "What's so funny?"

"You think I want Finn?" Blaine asked in disbelief. "Listen, if I wanted to get back at you I would tell him what happened between us in the bathroom." Blaine said firmly.

"Well…then why don't you? Surely you must want to get back at me for what I did."

"Because Finn is a nice guy, and he doesn't deserve that, even if his boyfriend doesn't deserve him." Blaine said before slamming his locker shut and walking away and heading to the choir room, hoping that Quinn had packed him an extra sandwich for lunch.

After school Puck and Blaine found themselves in front of the glee club at an impromptu to after school glee meeting. Sectionals were in two weeks and it was time to buckle down. It was time for Puck and Blaine to choose a song, and now they were preforming one of their choices.

I've got emotion dripping out my pores and I thought I would let you know,
You are the night light ripping through my wicked world,
How you make it sparkle and glow,
Before I lose control,there's just one thing you should know

This is for real, this time I mean it, I'm coming clean, please don't let go
I said from the start, that you could take it or leave it, I'd prefer that you keep it
Don't let go, Don't let go, Don't let go

I had some nightmares clawing at my skin and bone, I nearly did explode
You smoked the demons, Gave me back my feelings, Now I am good to go
Before my face hits the floor, There's just one thing you should know

This is for real, this time I mean it, I'm coming clean, please don't let go
I said from the start, that you could take it or leave it,

I'd prefer that you keep it, Don't let go
This is the best thing that I've ever had for real
This is the best thing that I've ever had for real

For a physical challenge I'm notoriously bored
Intravenous delivery, electrolytes and more
Everytime it's the same routine
Out with the bad, in with the clean
Before I lose all motor skills
There's one thing you should know

This is for real, this time I mean it, I'm coming clean, please don't let go
I said from the start, that you could take it or leave it
I'd prefer that you keep it, Don't let go
This is the best thing that I've ever had for real,
This is the best thing that I've ever had for real,
This is the best thing that I've ever had for real,

This is the best thing that I've ever had for real,

Everyone expect Kurt clapped as Mr. Schue got to his feet.

"That was great you guys," Mr. Schue smiled, "but I don't know if that's really a 'sectionals' song."

"We actually have another song we've kind of been working," Puck suggested.

When Puck got home after work that night he immediately saw Sam asleep on the futon. He was going to head towards the shower, but stopped once he heard strumming coming from his bedroom. He stopped in the doorway when he saw Blaine sitting on the edge of their bed, guitar on his lap, starting to sing.

How can you tell me that your minds made up,
When I see you throwing pennies in a well for luck?
And for, what we're not stuck here
Just keep messing around
And get in trouble like we used to, like we used to

How can you tell me that your minds made up
When we're just eighteen we're much too young
To make decisions bout the future, Where we wanna be,
For now nothings changing now, nothings changing

My paper cut doesn't hurt that much.
You sneak under my skin like the first time we touched,
You're not out of luck, you just think too much,
Are you over your head or just holding your breath?
Why do you think you're such a mess?

Puck took a few steps into the room but Blaine didn't notices. Instead, Blaine's eyes were closed and his head was down. Puck recognized the song from when Blaine would blasts his headphone while doing homework.

How can you tell me that your scared to jump
When you dove head first down the well for luck
And I saved you when you got stuck
You're not as scared with the people you love

Oh how can you tell me that I drink too much
What's the fun in never fucking up?
Got no decisions about the future running through my head,
For now nothings changing, No, I'm not changing,

This paper cut doesn't hurt that much,
You sneak under my skin like the first time we touched
You're not out of luck you just think too much
Are you over your head or just holding your breath
Why do you think your such a mess?

Puck decided to finally make himself known by joining in.

You're not alone
I found a friend in your demon, So you don't have to see them
You're not alone, No you just don't know who you are

Blaine was so surprised by Pucks sudden appearance he almost missed a chord. He forced a smile and kept going.

My papercut doesn't hurt that much
You sneak under my skin like the first time we touched
You're not out of luck you just think too much
Are you over your head or just holding your breath?

My papercut doesn't hurt that much
You sneak under my skin like the first time we touched
You're not out of luck you just think too much
Are you over your head or just holding your breath?
Why do you think you're such a mess?

How can you can tell me that your minds made up
When I see you throwing pennies in a well for luck
And for what, we're not stuck here
Just keep messing around and get in trouble like we used to,
Like we used to

Blaine let out a heavy sigh when he finished. Puck waited a minute, not knowing what to do. Blaine finally looked up at him.

"Hi." Blaine greeted softly. Puck gave him a tight smile.

"Hey." Puck replied as he stepped forward and took the guitar from Blaine and resting it against the wall. "You okay?"

"I…maybe. I will be." Blaine nodded.

"What's up with Sam?"

"Santana kicked him out of her and Brittany's slumber party." Blaine explained. "I think…I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Alright. I'm going to take a shower, but I'll probably join you afterwards." Puck told him. Blaine nodded at him again as Puck went to grab some clothes before leaving to the shower.

While Puck washed away the grime of the day he thought about Blaine's song. He had seemed fine at school and at glee, so why was he suddenly being all emo? He finished his shower, put on a clean wifebeater and boxers, and exited the bathroom. He saw Quinn's door was opened a crack and walked over to peer in. He saw Quinn and Artie snuggled together by her bed, sharing smiles and shy kisses. Puck wonders why none of his relationships were that easy. He shook his head as he went towards his room, stopping to check on Sam. It seemed Sam had kicked his blanket off, which Puck quickly reached down to grab and put back on him.

When he finally got to his room and closed the door he saw Blaine was on his designated side of the bed, lying facing away from the door. Puck got into the bed, but for some reason he wasn't tired. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before Blaine turned to lie on his back.

"Puck?" Blaine whispered.

"Noah," he corrected. "You can call me Noah…if you want."

"Noah," Blaine whispered with a smile. "That day when I got slushied, you said you know what it's like to have someone you love choose someone else."

"Yeah."

"C-can you tell me about her?" Blaine asked quietly.

"It's more of 'them' than a 'her'. I've just…never been enough." Puck sighed. "There was Quinn. I told her she meant more than anyone before her, but she didn't listen. Went straight back to Finn the next day. Then she was pregnant, and she still didn't want anything to do with me. I tried, I did, but after Beth was gone it was like nothing ever happened between us." He scrubbed a hand over his face before he continued. "There was Rachel. I made a grape flavored peace offering and did my best to be respectful, but for her it was always Finn. There was Mercedes." He let out a forced chuckle. "That wasn't even a real relationship and she still dumped me. And then, of course, there's Lauren. I worked so hard to get her to notice me, to like me. And then she dumped me because glee club isn't cool. Like, what a bullshit reason? After everything that happened, that was her excuse."

There was a silence for a few minutes after Puck stopped. Finally Blaine's hand searched for Puck's under the covers. Puck quickly let their fingers intertwine.

"It'll be alright, Noah. You'll find her one day." Blaine assured.

The next morning Puck was woken up by someone shaking him, which only made him groan and cling to Blaine more.

"Wake up," Sam whined as he continued to shake the pair.

"I'm up, I'm up." Blaine groaned as he disentangled himself from Puck and got to his feet. "Leave him be. He's not going to wake up unless you suck him off." Blaine joked. Sam blushed and quickly stopped shaking the sleeping boy.

Blaine let Sam go through his and Puck's clothes to find something to wear while he took a shower and changed. The two decided to get some breakfast and go to the gym. Blaine couldn't remember the last time he worked out, and Sam couldn't remember a day passing by when he hadn't worked out.

Blaine regretted going to the gym with Sam almost immediately. He didn't realize that they had different definitions of 'working out'. He finally convinced Sam to give him a break, which is how they found themselves on the stationary bikes. That's also when their random chit chat turned serious.

"Hey, Blaine…you hang out with Santana a lot, right?" Sam asked. Blaine nodded. "Does she ever talk to you…about me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I just…I get the feeling she doesn't like me very much." Sam explained, a small frown playing on his lips.

"She treats everyone like that." Blaine tried to reason.

"She doesn't treat you like that. She doesn't treat Brittany like that, and I'd like to think I'm as important in the relationship as Brittany is." Sam said, his feet starting to petal faster.

"Well…have you talked to her about it?" Blaine suggested.

"Have you ever tried to talk about something serious with Santana?"

"Yeah," Blaine said honestly. "I mean, not around other people, but when she's alone you can usually get through to her."

Sam nodded.

"Yeah…yeah okay. Thanks." Sam smiled.

Puck was getting ready for work when he heard someone come into the apartment. He grabbed his coverall and headed out into the living room to see Blaine sprawled out on the futon.

"I see someone had their first workout with Sam." Puck smirked as he tossed his coveralls down on the futon and got himself a glass of water.

"I didn't think anything of walking to the gym." Blaine said in a strained voice as he rolled onto his back. "If I would have known he was going to make me run back here to 'warm down' I would have never agreed to it."

Puck chuckled as he went over to sit at the end of the futon. Blaine sat up, took Puck's glass, downed it, and collapsed again.

"You're welcome." Puck mumbled.

"Oh god, my feet are killing me." Blaine whined as he kicked off his shoes. Puck's smirk remained on his face as he lifted Blaine's foot onto his lap and started to rub. "Yes." Blaine moaned. Puck's smile widened as his hands kept moving, Blaine's moans filling the living room. Puck's body started to react to Blaine's moan, unbeknownst to the both of them. When he switched to Blaine's other foot, Puck noticed his pants getting tighter. Without thinking about it Puck started tickling Blaine's foot. Blaine started laughing and writhing on the bed, trying to get his foot out of Puck's grasp. Suddenly Blaine's foot brushed over Puck's clothed erection and they both stopped. They stared at each other at a second before Puck got up off the futon.

"I-I need to go to work," Puck stuttered as he went to grab his shoes. "I'll see you later."

"Wait," Blaine called, effectively stopping Puck just as his hand reached the doorknob. "You're coveralls." Puck turned around to see Blaine standing in the middle of the living room, Puck's coveralls in his hands, and his eyes staring at his feet. Puck walked over slowly and grabbed the coveralls, but Blaine didn't let go. Blaine took a small step forward and slowly rolled his eyes up to meet Puck's. "Noah," Blaine breathed.

"Let go," Puck whispered faintly. Blaine shook his head and put his free hand on Puck's chest. Puck gently lowered his forehead onto Blaine's and took a deep breath. Blaine closed his eyes and nudged Puck's nose with his own. After a few breathes Puck finally put his free arm around Blaine's waist and pulled him in to a firm kiss. Blaine's hand found its way to Puck's face as the kiss progressed.

When they broke apart they were both breathing heavily, and it took Puck a few seconds to let what had just happen set in. Blaine's eyes opened and before he could stop himself his mouth was moving.

"Noah, I'm pregnant." Blaine said, his voice just above a whisper. Puck's eyes shot open.

"What?"

"I-I'm pregnant." Blaine repeated, his hand sliding down the front of Puck's shirt. "I just…if this is going to happen, you need to know." Puck removed his arm from Blaine's waist and took a step back, tugging the coveralls out of Blaine's hand.

"Are you kidding?" Puck asked incredulously. "You know, if you didn't like me, you could have just said something." His voice started to rise as he went to the door. "Just," he stopped, and turned back to look at Blaine, "fuck you." With his last harsh words he slammed the door, leaving Blaine shaking in the middle of the living room.

Author's Note: So, was anyone expecting that? Like I said, I'll hopefully have the next part up soon. Much sooner than this part.

Songs:
This Is For Real - Motion City Soundtrack
Papercut - The Summer Set