Smiling Like You Do [Blaine/Puck]
Title: Smiling Like You Do
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Noah Puckerman
Rating: PG
Warnings: Schmoop
Spoilers: None
Words: 950
Summary: Noah Puckerman doesn't date, okay?
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: For a Blaine/Puck cuddling prompt here. Title by Easton Corbin.
Puck woke up slowly, to a room too hot and dark. His bed felt overheated somehow, like maybe his blankets had thickened overnight. It wasn't until he shifted, that he realized what the reason was.
"Sorry," Blaine apologized softly from beside him, settling back under the covers with an iPod in his hand. "I'm just an early riser, it's okay. You go back to sleep," he whispered after a moment, putting one earbud into his ear as he sank down into the bed, back facing Puck in a way that looked suspiciously like the visual representation of 'this conversation's over'.
Puck let his eyes fall shut again for a moment, cutting Blaine out of his sight, and his chest tightened almost uncomfortably as he realized that that was really not what he wanted to be doing.
"No," he sighed after a moment, tumbling into a wakened state that he knew would be keeping him up for the day. "S'okay," he insisted, smiling softly as he rolled on the bed, bringing one hand to rest on Blaine's hip, before letting it slide over his body, wrapping his arm around his waist. "I was dreamin' about you anyway," he confessed, voice rough and a little slurred with sleep. "And this is much, much better."
Blaine turned slightly in Puck's arms, enough to toss him a warm and genuine smile, and Puck swallowed down the thick and sour taste of fear as he realized that whatever they were doing had stopped being fucking a long time ago, and Puck didn't know how to do that.
"Here," Blaine offered after a moment, handing Puck the other earbud as he leaned back against his body, and Puck felt his bare chest fit perfectly against Blaine's t-shirt covered back.
Puck took the cord wordlessly, pressing it into his ear as he moved his head to rest on Blaine's pillow, his hand spread warm and wide over Blaine's abs, under the AC/DC t-shirt that Puck was pretty damn positive was his.
"When are you leaving?" Puck asked after a moment, words muffled softly against the top of Blaine's head. He didn't know why he was asking, or why he should even care. What they had, it wasn't... it didn't need questions like that, because it was all really, really quite simple; Blaine would come spend the weekend down at the Hudson-Hummel house, visiting Kurt so they could do whatever it was that Kurt and Blaine did. And when Kurt fell asleep, it was Puck's time to play.
How the sleepovers had started, Puck wasn't even sure.
"I've been invited to have dinner at Kurt's house tomorrow night," Blaine answered back anyhow, easy and simple, as if he'd been expecting the question. "I think mostly because Rachel said some stupid thing about Finn not being able to cook, and apparently tomorrow, he's going to try," Blaine laughed softly, and Puck forced himself to be lost in the soft music, drowning out Blaine's laughter, which was stitching an ache into his heart.
Mad about you, lost in your eyes.
Mad about love, you and I.
"I'm leaving after dinner, Puck," Blaine's words cut over the music, and Puck tried to be relieved; trust Blaine Anderson to have some cheesy, 80's love-pop on his iPod anyway.
"I wanna see you before you go," Puck tossed back without thinking, swallowing deeply as soon as he did.
"What?" Blaine turned in Puck's arms, enough to be facing him, laying flat on his back as he searched over Puck's face.
Puck bit his lip as he shrugged against the mattress, motion half-assed and crooked as he tried to shake his head. "Well, just to make sure that I'm the last dude you talk to around here. Wanna make sure that it's me you'll be thinkin' of when you get home," he tried to brush off in a tone that was as cold and disconnected as possible, with a touch of obscene arrogance added in, just for good measure.
Blaine only smiled as he reached one hand up, running it over Puck's mohawk before letting it rest around the back of Puck's neck.
"It's always you I'm thinking of," he insisted with a smile, and Puck didn't take the time to focus on the way his lungs finally relaxed, letting out the breath he didn't know he had been holding. "Oh, you know," Blaine added, face falling into some pseudo-serious mask of authority. "When I'm... in the shower, of course, or jerking off in bed. Not like I think about you while I'm studying for Calc, or choosing songs for the Warblers, or anything gay and sappy like that," he finished, throwing Puck's own accusatory words from two weeks ago right back at him, and Puck inhaled sharply as he looked over Blaine's face.
He nodded slowly as his stomach flipped in guilt, and he wanted to do something, to take away the words. But Puck wasn't ready for that, not when he didn't know what he wanted, or how exactly to get it, even if he did. "Yeah, of course," he tossed back with raised eyebrows, as Blaine's thumb ran over the click wheel of his iPod.
So you let me in, and our love will shine.
I'll always be yours, and you'll always be mine.
Puck didn't speak as the song faded out into silence, leaving a burning kind of quiet between them as his heart ached in his chest.
"Hey," he started, grinning as he reached an arm out over Blaine's body, to grab at his own iPod that was sitting on the desk. "You wanna listen to some real music?"
-End-
01- "Mad About You" - Belinda Carlisle
02 - "I'm in Love" - Maxine Ashley
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Blaine Anderson/Noah Puckerman
Rating: PG
Warnings: Schmoop
Spoilers: None
Words: 950
Summary: Noah Puckerman doesn't date, okay?
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: For a Blaine/Puck cuddling prompt here. Title by Easton Corbin.
Puck woke up slowly, to a room too hot and dark. His bed felt overheated somehow, like maybe his blankets had thickened overnight. It wasn't until he shifted, that he realized what the reason was.
"Sorry," Blaine apologized softly from beside him, settling back under the covers with an iPod in his hand. "I'm just an early riser, it's okay. You go back to sleep," he whispered after a moment, putting one earbud into his ear as he sank down into the bed, back facing Puck in a way that looked suspiciously like the visual representation of 'this conversation's over'.
Puck let his eyes fall shut again for a moment, cutting Blaine out of his sight, and his chest tightened almost uncomfortably as he realized that that was really not what he wanted to be doing.
"No," he sighed after a moment, tumbling into a wakened state that he knew would be keeping him up for the day. "S'okay," he insisted, smiling softly as he rolled on the bed, bringing one hand to rest on Blaine's hip, before letting it slide over his body, wrapping his arm around his waist. "I was dreamin' about you anyway," he confessed, voice rough and a little slurred with sleep. "And this is much, much better."
Blaine turned slightly in Puck's arms, enough to toss him a warm and genuine smile, and Puck swallowed down the thick and sour taste of fear as he realized that whatever they were doing had stopped being fucking a long time ago, and Puck didn't know how to do that.
"Here," Blaine offered after a moment, handing Puck the other earbud as he leaned back against his body, and Puck felt his bare chest fit perfectly against Blaine's t-shirt covered back.
Puck took the cord wordlessly, pressing it into his ear as he moved his head to rest on Blaine's pillow, his hand spread warm and wide over Blaine's abs, under the AC/DC t-shirt that Puck was pretty damn positive was his.
"When are you leaving?" Puck asked after a moment, words muffled softly against the top of Blaine's head. He didn't know why he was asking, or why he should even care. What they had, it wasn't... it didn't need questions like that, because it was all really, really quite simple; Blaine would come spend the weekend down at the Hudson-Hummel house, visiting Kurt so they could do whatever it was that Kurt and Blaine did. And when Kurt fell asleep, it was Puck's time to play.
How the sleepovers had started, Puck wasn't even sure.
"I've been invited to have dinner at Kurt's house tomorrow night," Blaine answered back anyhow, easy and simple, as if he'd been expecting the question. "I think mostly because Rachel said some stupid thing about Finn not being able to cook, and apparently tomorrow, he's going to try," Blaine laughed softly, and Puck forced himself to be lost in the soft music, drowning out Blaine's laughter, which was stitching an ache into his heart.
Mad about you, lost in your eyes.
Mad about love, you and I.
"I'm leaving after dinner, Puck," Blaine's words cut over the music, and Puck tried to be relieved; trust Blaine Anderson to have some cheesy, 80's love-pop on his iPod anyway.
"I wanna see you before you go," Puck tossed back without thinking, swallowing deeply as soon as he did.
"What?" Blaine turned in Puck's arms, enough to be facing him, laying flat on his back as he searched over Puck's face.
Puck bit his lip as he shrugged against the mattress, motion half-assed and crooked as he tried to shake his head. "Well, just to make sure that I'm the last dude you talk to around here. Wanna make sure that it's me you'll be thinkin' of when you get home," he tried to brush off in a tone that was as cold and disconnected as possible, with a touch of obscene arrogance added in, just for good measure.
Blaine only smiled as he reached one hand up, running it over Puck's mohawk before letting it rest around the back of Puck's neck.
"It's always you I'm thinking of," he insisted with a smile, and Puck didn't take the time to focus on the way his lungs finally relaxed, letting out the breath he didn't know he had been holding. "Oh, you know," Blaine added, face falling into some pseudo-serious mask of authority. "When I'm... in the shower, of course, or jerking off in bed. Not like I think about you while I'm studying for Calc, or choosing songs for the Warblers, or anything gay and sappy like that," he finished, throwing Puck's own accusatory words from two weeks ago right back at him, and Puck inhaled sharply as he looked over Blaine's face.
He nodded slowly as his stomach flipped in guilt, and he wanted to do something, to take away the words. But Puck wasn't ready for that, not when he didn't know what he wanted, or how exactly to get it, even if he did. "Yeah, of course," he tossed back with raised eyebrows, as Blaine's thumb ran over the click wheel of his iPod.
So you let me in, and our love will shine.
I'll always be yours, and you'll always be mine.
Puck didn't speak as the song faded out into silence, leaving a burning kind of quiet between them as his heart ached in his chest.
"Hey," he started, grinning as he reached an arm out over Blaine's body, to grab at his own iPod that was sitting on the desk. "You wanna listen to some real music?"
-End-
01- "Mad About You" - Belinda Carlisle
02 - "I'm in Love" - Maxine Ashley