Fic: Not Boyfriends (15-19 of 30ish)
As one of the only two sober people at Rachel’s party, Finn knew it was his responsibility to tend to Brittany when she fell off of the washing machine and scraped her leg. She didn’t even seem to notice she was bleeding until he pointed it out to her. Santana freaked out and started crying as she rocked Brittany like a giant baby and Artie proclaimed loudly, “We’re all gonna die!”
“Dudes, chill,” Finn insisted, rolling his eyes and wondering where Rachel had run off to. It was cool, though, he still knew his way around her house. “I’ll go get a Band-Aid. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Kurt grabbed Finn’s elbow just before he got to the stairs and said, “See if you can’t find Blaine while you’re up there, alright? I don’t want him wandering off and getting run over or something. I’ll keep an eye on the lunatics down here.”
“Sure thing!” Finn replied, happy to keep Kurt happy so the guy wouldn’t totally nark on him for a little online poker and a few totally normal porn websites. It was just stuff his mom did not need to know about.
Oh, there Rachel was, passed out on the living room couch. He thought about carrying her up to her room, but she’d probably try to guilt him into getting back together with her and he could never properly resist a sleepy Rachel. Best to just keep his distance until he really figured out how he felt about her.
Finn knew exactly where the band-aids were - in the downstairs “powder room”, which was really just a little bathroom - because he had a knack for banging his head on things in Rachel’s room. She just did not take into account people much taller than herself when decorating the space. However, when he got to the bathroom door, it was closed.
Finn was about to knock when he heard a voice groan, “Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” It sounded like Puck.
It sounded like Puck getting laid. But with who? All the girls except Rachel were downstairs freaking out about Brittany’s injury and Finn knew it wasn’t Rachel. Was Puck in there by himself? Yeah, that was kinda-
“Oh, god, Noah!”
That was not a girl’s voice. It sounded…
“Fuck, that hurts a little! I’m sorry, alright? Don’t-”
The words were cut off by a low, masculine groan and Puck asking, “That better, Anderson?”
Wait. Who was Anderson? Did Finn even know someone named Anderson or had Puck called some stranger to Rachel’s house so they could get busy in the bathroom?
“Ohh, yesss,” Anderson sighed. “Love that. God, love you.”
“Yeah, I fucking love you, too, Blaine. Now shut up while I rock your world,” Puck replied and Finn got it.
Puck was totally having sex with Kurt’s Blaine! Blaine Warbler! And they loved each other? What about Kurt? Should Finn be angry for his step-brother? What was he supposed to do?
More confused now than ever before, Finn decided that Brittany could make do with some paper towel and masking tape from the kitchen. There was no way he was interrupting whatever was going on in that bathroom. He did not need to see that.
Once everyone had quieted down, Finn asked Kurt, “Did you know your boyfriend’s hooking up with Puck?”
Eyes wide, Kurt replied, “Blaine’s not my boyfriend and what do you mean about Puck?”
“I heard them going at it upstairs,” Finn replied, watching as Kurt bit his lip like he was trying not to cry. “What? Do I need to beat someone up?”
“No,” Kurt shook his head, giving a big sigh. “I just never thought they’d get back together. I thought-” Catching sight of Finn’s surprised face, Kurt took a sharp breath and insisted, “I didn’t tell you that. I did not at all tell you that Puck and Blaine have been dating since before Juvie. It wasn’t me.”
“Then what’s with Lauren?” Finn asked, watching the big girl shove Santana out of the way so she could dance with Sam.
“Blaine and Puck … well, they broke up a few weeks ago. I guess this means they’re back together.”
“Or Puck’s cheating on someone. Again.”
“Lauren insists they’re just friends,” Kurt sighed. “And I thought I finally had my chance to get Blaine to notice me.”
Finn gave his step-brother a sympathetic pat on the back because he totally knew what it felt like for someone to choose Puck over him.
Prompt Word #18: Beth (prompted by Utena-Puchiko-nyu)
Puck wasn't sure if a drunken encounter fixed anything, but at least he knew Blaine still wanted to get with him. Hey, why not? Puck was a stud. People would line up around the block to get with him if he put out an open call or something.
It was just ... okay, Lauren was a badass, right? And Puck liked that a lot. She just wasn't as ... He wanted Blaine more, alright? And yeah, it was gay or whatever and Blaine tended to do stupid things, but so did Puck, really. One time, on a dare, he swallowed a freaking thumbtack. He could probably forgive Blaine for singing a stupid song.
Puck knew visiting Blaine at home while his parents were there was probably dumb, but he figured he'd give it a shot. Memories of the bathroom-counter-sex they'd had the night before kept making Puck shiver with remembered awesomeness.
It seemed like forever between when Puck rang the doorbell and when a short Asian lady opened the door and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Um, here to see Blaine," Puck replied, wondering if this was Blaine's mom. "Is he…?"
Stepping out of the way, the woman pointed to the big staircase and replied, "He's up in his room. Second door on the left."
"Yeah, I know," Puck replied absently, and then he wondered if maybe he shouldn't be letting Blaine's mom know exactly how many times he'd been up there without parental supervision. "Thanks."
"He's in a mood," the woman warned, and what the fuck was that supposed to mean? A mood? Like, hungover? "You may want to come back some other time, …?"
It became clear that the lady was asking for Puck's name, so he gave it, "Noah." Looking her up and down again, he added, "This can't wait. Thanks, ma'am."
Noah didn't even knock before letting himself in Blaine's room, because what would the dude have to hide from him? Some other boyfriend? A secret, kinky porn collection? Justin Bieber memorabilia?
No, the guy was just sleeping it off in the middle of his bed, wearing different clothes than he had been the night before. Puck shucked off his shoes, closed the door, and got into bed with Blaine, waking the dude up with a kiss because he figured that would be an awesome way to wake up. Blaine just groaned and said, "G'way."
"Can't do that, babe," Noah sighed, trailing his hand through Blaine's loosened curls and really thinking his words over carefully. "I got something to say."
"Mmm?" Blaine asked, his eyes slitting open as he turned to look at Puck.
"You're right. I am a fucking loser. You shouldn't want to be with me, but you do. Fuck," he swore, looking away and rubbing his face with one hand. "Look, I've only felt this way about a few people, alright? My mom and sis, Finn, Quinn, and my daughter. I don't have much practice loving people and I fucked it up when I told you I didn't mean it."
Sleepily, Blaine asked, "You have a daughter?" and Puck wondered how he'd never mentioned Beth before.
"Yeah," he replied. "Quinn and I gave her up for adoption last year."
"I'm sorry," Blaine replied, putting a hand on Puck's arm so he would turn and meet his eyes. "That must have been hard."
Puck nodded and they sat together silently for a few minutes before Puck said, "That was really fucked up, what you did. You know that?"
"I know," Blaine replied, "and I'm sorry. I was just thinking I wanted to do something nice and didn't really think about the consequences."
Glad that Blaine had manned up and apologized, Puck smiled at his not-boyfriend and ran his hand down Blaine's back to cup his ass. "Are we good?"
Blaine groaned and buried his head back under his pillow, mumbling, "I'm so sore from last night I don't even want to walk, Noah. Yeah, we're good."
Puck smirked and got under the covers with his not-boyfriend, snuggling up behind him and hoping, even though he knew better, that nothing would take Blaine away again. He couldn't imagine losing another person he loved now that he knew for sure how he felt.
Prompt Word #19: Toothpaste (prompted by rinny08/hey_doey_doey )
"Remind me to thank your parents for going out of town," Noah grinned at Blaine in the mirror, picking up Blaine's tube of toothpaste and looking at it for a minute before spreading it on the toothbrush he'd brought with him.
Blaine grinned at his- at Noah and asked, "You're not going to make me throw a crazy-wild party tomorrow night, are you?"
"I didn't tell you?" Noah asked and Blaine had no idea what he was referring to, so he shook his head. "Mr. Schue made us all sign this pledge thing. No drinking until after Nationals."
"If you make it to Nationals," Blaine insisted, poking Noah in the ribs so he laughed and spit little flecks of toothpaste across the mirror. "But you're seriously going along with this?"
"Why not?" Noah asked through a full mouth. After brushing for a few more seconds and then spitting, he added, "It's not like I need it to have a good time. Not when I've got you."
"Aw, that's sweet," Blaine replied with a grin, starting his own teeth-cleaning regimen.
Noah turned and leaned on the counter, just watching for a moment before a concerned look came over his face.
"What?" Blaine asked, wondering where the flirty mood had gone.
Noah shrugged and looked away before saying, "We both know I'm not one to judge."
"But?" Blaine prompted, wondering what Noah could possibly be thinking of criticizing him for.
"But, is it just me, or have you been drinking a lot lately?"
"The party-" Blaine tried to explain, but Noah cut him off.
"Not just at the party. I mean, I like getting trashed just as much as the next guy, but there was that time you and your dad had that fight and you came over..."
Blaine clenched his hand around his toothbrush and leaned over to spit, thinking about what Noah was saying. Yeah, Blaine drank on occasion, usually after a fight with his dad. It helped him calm down and keep everything in perspective. It let him keep living in his parents' house without going completely off the wall.
"I'm fine," Blaine insisted.
"It's just..." Noah sighed, putting a careful hand on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine wondered how this had turned into an afterschool special starring Noah Puckerman as the good guy. "My dad used to drink a lot."
Blaine laughed. He couldn't help it. "I barely drink at all. You want me to stop?"
"Well, yeah," Noah shrugged. "Is that ... I mean, would you? It's no big deal, but this last week has made me think about it. If the cops found me hanging out with you while you were drinking, I don't know. I could go back to Juvie or something."
"Wow. I never thought of that," Blaine replied, putting his arms around Noah's torso to hug him. "I promise. No drinking."
"Sweet," Noah grinned and it looked so cute on him that Blaine had to pull him into a kiss. When it broke, he added, "I'll buy the first six-pack once my probation is over with, okay?"
"Okay," Blaine nodded, going in for another minty kiss. In the mean time, Noah would just have to be the thing keeping him sane.
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“Dudes, chill,” Finn insisted, rolling his eyes and wondering where Rachel had run off to. It was cool, though, he still knew his way around her house. “I’ll go get a Band-Aid. Everything’s going to be fine.”
Kurt grabbed Finn’s elbow just before he got to the stairs and said, “See if you can’t find Blaine while you’re up there, alright? I don’t want him wandering off and getting run over or something. I’ll keep an eye on the lunatics down here.”
“Sure thing!” Finn replied, happy to keep Kurt happy so the guy wouldn’t totally nark on him for a little online poker and a few totally normal porn websites. It was just stuff his mom did not need to know about.
Oh, there Rachel was, passed out on the living room couch. He thought about carrying her up to her room, but she’d probably try to guilt him into getting back together with her and he could never properly resist a sleepy Rachel. Best to just keep his distance until he really figured out how he felt about her.
Finn knew exactly where the band-aids were - in the downstairs “powder room”, which was really just a little bathroom - because he had a knack for banging his head on things in Rachel’s room. She just did not take into account people much taller than herself when decorating the space. However, when he got to the bathroom door, it was closed.
Finn was about to knock when he heard a voice groan, “Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” It sounded like Puck.
It sounded like Puck getting laid. But with who? All the girls except Rachel were downstairs freaking out about Brittany’s injury and Finn knew it wasn’t Rachel. Was Puck in there by himself? Yeah, that was kinda-
“Oh, god, Noah!”
That was not a girl’s voice. It sounded…
“Fuck, that hurts a little! I’m sorry, alright? Don’t-”
The words were cut off by a low, masculine groan and Puck asking, “That better, Anderson?”
Wait. Who was Anderson? Did Finn even know someone named Anderson or had Puck called some stranger to Rachel’s house so they could get busy in the bathroom?
“Ohh, yesss,” Anderson sighed. “Love that. God, love you.”
“Yeah, I fucking love you, too, Blaine. Now shut up while I rock your world,” Puck replied and Finn got it.
Puck was totally having sex with Kurt’s Blaine! Blaine Warbler! And they loved each other? What about Kurt? Should Finn be angry for his step-brother? What was he supposed to do?
More confused now than ever before, Finn decided that Brittany could make do with some paper towel and masking tape from the kitchen. There was no way he was interrupting whatever was going on in that bathroom. He did not need to see that.
Once everyone had quieted down, Finn asked Kurt, “Did you know your boyfriend’s hooking up with Puck?”
Eyes wide, Kurt replied, “Blaine’s not my boyfriend and what do you mean about Puck?”
“I heard them going at it upstairs,” Finn replied, watching as Kurt bit his lip like he was trying not to cry. “What? Do I need to beat someone up?”
“No,” Kurt shook his head, giving a big sigh. “I just never thought they’d get back together. I thought-” Catching sight of Finn’s surprised face, Kurt took a sharp breath and insisted, “I didn’t tell you that. I did not at all tell you that Puck and Blaine have been dating since before Juvie. It wasn’t me.”
“Then what’s with Lauren?” Finn asked, watching the big girl shove Santana out of the way so she could dance with Sam.
“Blaine and Puck … well, they broke up a few weeks ago. I guess this means they’re back together.”
“Or Puck’s cheating on someone. Again.”
“Lauren insists they’re just friends,” Kurt sighed. “And I thought I finally had my chance to get Blaine to notice me.”
Finn gave his step-brother a sympathetic pat on the back because he totally knew what it felt like for someone to choose Puck over him.
Prompt Word #18: Beth (prompted by Utena-Puchiko-nyu)
Puck wasn't sure if a drunken encounter fixed anything, but at least he knew Blaine still wanted to get with him. Hey, why not? Puck was a stud. People would line up around the block to get with him if he put out an open call or something.
It was just ... okay, Lauren was a badass, right? And Puck liked that a lot. She just wasn't as ... He wanted Blaine more, alright? And yeah, it was gay or whatever and Blaine tended to do stupid things, but so did Puck, really. One time, on a dare, he swallowed a freaking thumbtack. He could probably forgive Blaine for singing a stupid song.
Puck knew visiting Blaine at home while his parents were there was probably dumb, but he figured he'd give it a shot. Memories of the bathroom-counter-sex they'd had the night before kept making Puck shiver with remembered awesomeness.
It seemed like forever between when Puck rang the doorbell and when a short Asian lady opened the door and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Um, here to see Blaine," Puck replied, wondering if this was Blaine's mom. "Is he…?"
Stepping out of the way, the woman pointed to the big staircase and replied, "He's up in his room. Second door on the left."
"Yeah, I know," Puck replied absently, and then he wondered if maybe he shouldn't be letting Blaine's mom know exactly how many times he'd been up there without parental supervision. "Thanks."
"He's in a mood," the woman warned, and what the fuck was that supposed to mean? A mood? Like, hungover? "You may want to come back some other time, …?"
It became clear that the lady was asking for Puck's name, so he gave it, "Noah." Looking her up and down again, he added, "This can't wait. Thanks, ma'am."
Noah didn't even knock before letting himself in Blaine's room, because what would the dude have to hide from him? Some other boyfriend? A secret, kinky porn collection? Justin Bieber memorabilia?
No, the guy was just sleeping it off in the middle of his bed, wearing different clothes than he had been the night before. Puck shucked off his shoes, closed the door, and got into bed with Blaine, waking the dude up with a kiss because he figured that would be an awesome way to wake up. Blaine just groaned and said, "G'way."
"Can't do that, babe," Noah sighed, trailing his hand through Blaine's loosened curls and really thinking his words over carefully. "I got something to say."
"Mmm?" Blaine asked, his eyes slitting open as he turned to look at Puck.
"You're right. I am a fucking loser. You shouldn't want to be with me, but you do. Fuck," he swore, looking away and rubbing his face with one hand. "Look, I've only felt this way about a few people, alright? My mom and sis, Finn, Quinn, and my daughter. I don't have much practice loving people and I fucked it up when I told you I didn't mean it."
Sleepily, Blaine asked, "You have a daughter?" and Puck wondered how he'd never mentioned Beth before.
"Yeah," he replied. "Quinn and I gave her up for adoption last year."
"I'm sorry," Blaine replied, putting a hand on Puck's arm so he would turn and meet his eyes. "That must have been hard."
Puck nodded and they sat together silently for a few minutes before Puck said, "That was really fucked up, what you did. You know that?"
"I know," Blaine replied, "and I'm sorry. I was just thinking I wanted to do something nice and didn't really think about the consequences."
Glad that Blaine had manned up and apologized, Puck smiled at his not-boyfriend and ran his hand down Blaine's back to cup his ass. "Are we good?"
Blaine groaned and buried his head back under his pillow, mumbling, "I'm so sore from last night I don't even want to walk, Noah. Yeah, we're good."
Puck smirked and got under the covers with his not-boyfriend, snuggling up behind him and hoping, even though he knew better, that nothing would take Blaine away again. He couldn't imagine losing another person he loved now that he knew for sure how he felt.
Prompt Word #19: Toothpaste (prompted by rinny08/hey_doey_doey )
"Remind me to thank your parents for going out of town," Noah grinned at Blaine in the mirror, picking up Blaine's tube of toothpaste and looking at it for a minute before spreading it on the toothbrush he'd brought with him.
Blaine grinned at his- at Noah and asked, "You're not going to make me throw a crazy-wild party tomorrow night, are you?"
"I didn't tell you?" Noah asked and Blaine had no idea what he was referring to, so he shook his head. "Mr. Schue made us all sign this pledge thing. No drinking until after Nationals."
"If you make it to Nationals," Blaine insisted, poking Noah in the ribs so he laughed and spit little flecks of toothpaste across the mirror. "But you're seriously going along with this?"
"Why not?" Noah asked through a full mouth. After brushing for a few more seconds and then spitting, he added, "It's not like I need it to have a good time. Not when I've got you."
"Aw, that's sweet," Blaine replied with a grin, starting his own teeth-cleaning regimen.
Noah turned and leaned on the counter, just watching for a moment before a concerned look came over his face.
"What?" Blaine asked, wondering where the flirty mood had gone.
Noah shrugged and looked away before saying, "We both know I'm not one to judge."
"But?" Blaine prompted, wondering what Noah could possibly be thinking of criticizing him for.
"But, is it just me, or have you been drinking a lot lately?"
"The party-" Blaine tried to explain, but Noah cut him off.
"Not just at the party. I mean, I like getting trashed just as much as the next guy, but there was that time you and your dad had that fight and you came over..."
Blaine clenched his hand around his toothbrush and leaned over to spit, thinking about what Noah was saying. Yeah, Blaine drank on occasion, usually after a fight with his dad. It helped him calm down and keep everything in perspective. It let him keep living in his parents' house without going completely off the wall.
"I'm fine," Blaine insisted.
"It's just..." Noah sighed, putting a careful hand on Blaine's shoulder and Blaine wondered how this had turned into an afterschool special starring Noah Puckerman as the good guy. "My dad used to drink a lot."
Blaine laughed. He couldn't help it. "I barely drink at all. You want me to stop?"
"Well, yeah," Noah shrugged. "Is that ... I mean, would you? It's no big deal, but this last week has made me think about it. If the cops found me hanging out with you while you were drinking, I don't know. I could go back to Juvie or something."
"Wow. I never thought of that," Blaine replied, putting his arms around Noah's torso to hug him. "I promise. No drinking."
"Sweet," Noah grinned and it looked so cute on him that Blaine had to pull him into a kiss. When it broke, he added, "I'll buy the first six-pack once my probation is over with, okay?"
"Okay," Blaine nodded, going in for another minty kiss. In the mean time, Noah would just have to be the thing keeping him sane.
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