Another delayed fic... The flashback (formatted in italics) was written by myself and my friend Ellie (iknowyougavehimthebacon ) who wrote all of Pucks part. :D

It had been a long day. They'd just gotten back from the bar where Sam and Blaine would play every so often. Puck had run into a 'pool-cleaning' client and the confrontation was pretty brutal. The words of that bastard were still echoing in his head. "So, he your latest little fag is he? Think he's special?" He was referring to Blaine of course, who was heading up to the stage to start his set. "I bet that special little squeeze of yours doesn't know about what you let me do. How much you scream…" Blaine had saved him of course. He'd send Sam over to run interference just as he was starting his set.

Puck shook his head at the memory, walking into Blaine's room and stripping off unashamedly, rubbing at his eyes as he slid of his shirt and pants. He folded them up and immediately crawled into Blaine's bed, snuggling under the cover with a happy sigh. A minute later, he reached out with one arm invitingly, the blanket pooling around his waist. "Well, are you coming?"

Blaine has adverted his eyes as Puck had stripped, standing there rather awkwardly as usual. He paused at Pucks invitation but then shrugged, too tired to think rationally. He pulled of his shirt and slid into the bed next to Puck. Pucks arms instantly snaked around the bare flesh, pressing up against Blaine under the warmth of the blanket. Nuzzling at Blaine's ear as his eyes slid shut. Blaine smiled, allowing himself to relax as he began to fall asleep. The peace was short-lived however, as Blaine jolted awake as he heard a knock on the door of his room.

"Blaine. Are you in there?" called Blaine's father.

"Shit!" Blaine jumped out of the bed, fully awake at this point.

Puck shot out of the bed and into Blaine's bathroom, grabbing his clothes on the way. He shut the door tight and began dressing frantically, his chest heaving. After a quick talk with his dad, Blaine knocked on the bathroom door lightly.

"Noah…You can come out now."

Puck slowly pushed open the door, stepping out, sloppily dressed and flushed. Blaine had started pacing the floor, a desperate look on his face. He was muttering to himself, mostly various swears that Puck had never heard him use before. "Uh. Yeah. You okay?"

"Ugh, I'm screwed. I'm so screwed. My father came home early because tomorrow my grandparents are flying over from France. They're staying for the next few weeks for my dad's birthday. Nngh, this means I'm going to have to play straight, or they'll be pissed and I'll be disowned and…ugh" He collapsed on the bed, covering his face with his hands "I just don't think I can deal with this right now."

Puck hovered awkwardly and slowly went to sit beside him. "Hey, it'll be okay. It's just for a few weeks right? And you can always, y'know, hang with me when it gets too much. Or not. I can totally understand if you want me to stay away."

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to go out…" He rested his head against Pucks chest. "God, I'm tired."

"Okay. I'll stay away, I promise. But for now-"He patted Blaine's hair gently "I think I'm going to fold these up for tomorrow again, and hug you until you fall asleep. Sound okay?"

Blaine nodded feebly. "Yes please. That sounds good."

"Alright." Puck kissed his temple and quickly stripped off, sliding under the sheets and dragging a hand up Blaine's back soothingly. "It's okay. Come on, let's sleep"

Blaine laid a hand on Pucks chest, curling his fingers slightly and he shifted himself closer to Puck. Puck smiled and kissed Blaine's forehead tenderly. "You're safe with me baby." They fell asleep like that, holding each other in the dark.

The next morning, Blaine drove Puck and Sarah to their schools. He dropped Sarah off first, smiling as the girl skipped off to play with her friends. "Right. Now I'll just take you to McKinley…"Blaine paused. Now that Sarah was gone, they could talk about their situation…

"Yeah, I guess…and I suppose I won't see you for a while either." Puck glanced over at Blaine, pausing as he placed a hand over his to stop him from starting the car again. "Wait" He took a deep breath. "Do I get a goodbye kiss?"

Blaine smiled. "Of course. I just thought that you may not want to…since were in public."

Puck shrugged. "Were in the car. This isn't my school. That's why…here. Instead of McKinley."

"I understand…" Blaine sat there awkwardly, unsure of himself. He'd never initiated before, it had always been Puck who'd kissed him.

Puck reached down, unclipping his seatbelt swiftly. Leaning over and cupping Blaine's cheek. He paused there, wanting Blaine to initiate, jus this once. Blaine bit his lip anxiously as he leaned forward, lightly pressing his lips against Pucks as he closed his eyes. Puck smiled against the kiss, his hand gently drawing Blaine closer, letting his tongue flicker over his lips tauntingly. Blaine laughed as he pulled back, resting his forehead against Pucks. "We should…we should go…"

They arrived at McKinley after a short, silent, ride. Blaine sighed as he pulled up into the schools car park. "Thank you for understanding…I really appreciate it."

Puck glanced around. No-one was looking. He darted around, pressing a kiss to Blaine's lips quickly. Against his forehead, he barely whispered the words "I love you." He drew back smiling. "I'll see you around Blaine. I'll miss you. Call me alright?" He quickly opened the door and got out. As he walked towards the school, he glanced down at his phone to find a new text from Blaine:

'I love you - B"

Puck smiled. His heart was going insane; he couldn't quite believe that he actually said that. But it wasn't as though it wasn't reciprocated.

'I love you too. Call me sometime – P'

Puck grins to himself, so lost in the memory that he doesn't notice as Blaine steps out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following behind him. Pucks eyes widen as he notices Blaine, wearing nothing more than a pair of lose grey sweatpants around his hips, and a towel slung around his shoulders, which he was using the dry his dripping wet hair. Puck can't help but stare, Blaine's chest is far more tones then when he was a teen, with a collection of varying scars scattered across his chest and arms.

Blaine notices Puck staring, and drops his hands from his hair, a slight smirk on his lips. "…something wrong?"

"…you're topless…" Oh great Puck, real smooth. He couldn't believe his own idiocy, he'd seen guys topless before, hell, he'd seen Blaine topless before. So why was it such a shock?

"Oh, would you look at that." Blaine grinned teasingly. "I can find a shirt if it bothers you? I guess it's just a force of habit, normally the guys I have over don't complain when I'm topless, in fact they prefer it." He shrugs as he collapsed back into the chair.

They sat in silence for a moment, until Puck eventually plucked up the courage to talk. "I'm sorry about your family…That really sucks dude."

"It's fine really. I get on just fine by myself."

Blaine paused and looked away from Puck, a sad expression on his face. "Okay. I have to ask: … what happened Noah?"