Disclaimer: Okay, honestly, I think we've gone through this: I DON'T OWN GLEE (but it'd be a hell of a lot fun if I did ^^)

Author's Note: Just for everyone who was expecting more on the needles, you shall learn that there are some things that Blaine didn't tell Puck in later chapters ^. Also, the next couple of chapters may come slower than these have. I am working on a writing a real novel right now (about a girl who got kidnapped) I'm loving all the great reviews. Thanks! =) Sorry for the wretched wait. Now stop reading my rambling and get to the good stuff!

Puck had made Blaine stay at his house until had continuously begged his caretaker to let him go to school and Puck had eventually agreed whenBlaine had chased him around the house on his crutches. Blaine had covered up his facial cut and bruises with Mrs. Puckerman's foundation.

Truth be told, now that they were in the school's parking lot, Blaine was a little scared. He couldn't hide the fact that he was on crutches and Cooper was in his second period class. He was also a little scared for Puck. The football players surely knew that the thief of their little "toy" was Puck, the person that they had left him alone with.

"Just so you know, B, I'm not happy about this." Puck grumbled as he turned the key and the rumbling of his engine stopped. Blaine smiled at Puck reassuringly.

"I-It's better than b-being cooped u-up all day with a diet o-of Roman n-noodles." He mocked lightheartedly. He felt more comfortable with Puck than he'd ever felt with anyone. Puck took care of him more than anyone in his entire life had. The boy made him feel loved, important even. Like he didn't deserve to be tied to a bar and beaten half out of his mind.

"Shut it, curly fries." Puck snarled with a smile pulling at his lips. He had come up with pet names for Blaine, curly fries being a little jest at his hair. "Get your short little ass onto those crutches before I change my mind and turn this car back on and haul you back home."

Blainechuckled and turned to grab the crutches from the back. He opened the door and pulled himself up on them. He hobbled into the front doors- he'd made sure Puck went to the front. The back held too many horrible memories- with Puck by his side. The taller boy glowered at anyone who looked at his boy. Yes, it'd become quite obvious to the both of them. Blaine was Puck's. Neither of them questioned it.

"You know, I-I'm not just some injured p-puppy. You don't have to t-terrify the students from me." Blaine snickered.

"Well, B, you're close enough to a puppy. You like attention more than a puppy, actually. And we both know that I just feel obligated to help hurt animals. So, yes, I do have to scare away the big bad wolves." Puck teased with a smirk. It was true that Blaine had hated when Puck left him when he was living with the older boy.

Blainelaughed a little. He stopped at his locker and leaned on one crutch so his other hand would be free. He fumbled with the locker combination. He felt Puck's intense dark eyes boring into him. His gaze slid over to Puck.

"Umm… n-not to sound rude, P-Puck, but could y-you please not stare at me like that? I'm f-forgetting my locker combo."

Puck's intense expression turned quickly into one amusement. "Okay, curly fries, but if you need me, you know where my locker is." Puck smiled in his ever-Puck, smug way and strutted away. Blaine smiled faintly to himself. Even in school, even though the other teenager strutted, he didn't show any amount of rudeness or badassness to Blaine.

Blaineknew people were staring at him, whispering about him, but he didn't care. Or at least he didn't care until he felt a hefty hand grip his shoulder. He froze. He knew that hand all too well. Oh dear God, no.Blaine thought. He must've just thought that after he'd been rescued, the three jocks would just slither into ground and back into hell. But he forgot that they were just boys; they played sports, had friends, had grades to keep up. His eyes grew wide and his pupils dilated.

"What's up, fag? I see you've returned. You escaped, Blainers. That behavior cannot be tolerated. When we get you back you will be punished." Cooper hissed in his ear before kicking one of the crutches holding Blaine up as he stood like a statue. He fell to the ground. He could see Puck fiercely gazing at them. But no one else seemed to care.

"Oops. Sorry." The jock jeered at grabbed his crutch and heaved himself up. Everything after that seemed to happen in a quick second. Cooper was pressed up to a locker by Puck's arm that was pressing harshly against his throat.

"It takes a real man to mess with a younger boy in crutches!" Puck snarled sarcastically. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"Blaine saw Cooper's eyes look from Puck, to him, and back to Puck again.

"Oh, I see how it is. You have a crush on that faggot. That's why you're protecting him!" Cooper drawled scornfully.

"Yeah, I do! So what? I could still kick your fat ass." Puck yelled. The arm on the other boy's throat tightened and Cooper looked like he was getting light-headed. Blaine himself was a little dizzy after hearing Puck. Numerous people in the hall were gaping at Puck and Blaine. Puck let the other boy go. "You're lucky I'm not killing you here, right now, for what you did to my boy." Puck whispered darkly in Cooper's ear.

The jock all but ran away from Puck. Puck's face turned to Blaine and softened. He walked over to the shocked boy. Blaine looked at him. Puck wasn't blushing, Puck never blushed, but he was defiantly embarrassed.

"Hey, Blaine, are you okay?" Puck asked pulled himself out of his thoughts and smiled feebly.

"Yeah, he just scared me a little. Was all of that… t-true?"Blaine inquired. He was surprised that he only stuttered once. He licked his lips nervously. Puck averted his eyes.

"Yeah… I guess I realized it when I saw you looking so… umm… how to put this? Distressed?" Puck mumbled. "I'm not very good with words."

"You're d-doing fine if y-you ask m-me."Blaine whispered. Puck smiled distantly.

"Err…Blaine? Do you want to, you know, go out sometime?" Puck asked. Blaine thought he felt his heart stop for a second. One of the most popular, most gorgeous, and most badass boys in McKinley just asked him out.

"O-of course."Blainemurmured in response. Blaine saw Puck's eyes light up and it filled his heart with happiness.

"Then I'll pick you up at eight." Puck said with a wink. He walkedBlaineto first period, stating that he wasn't about to give the others an open shot at Blaine.

"Well see you in glee club, curly fries." Puck said.

GleeGleeGlee

The rest of the school day went by with no trouble from anyone, aside from a few threatening glares from Tim, Cooper, and Jack. None of his other glee mates beside Puck knew he was there, as far as Blaine's knowledge went.

The end of the day bell rang and Blaine grabbed his backpack and his books.

"Can I carry your backpack for you?"

Blaineflinched a little, the sudden voice surprising him. He turned to see Puck leaning against a locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was smirking sexily.

"Did I scare you?" He asked with that smirk still playing on his face.

"Y-yeah!" Blaine laughed, a little breathless from his earlier jolt. Puck had a conceited look on his face.

"You're kind of cute when you're surprised by something." Puck said. Blaine blushed a little. He could feel his cheeks warming. "So can I?"

"Y-yeah, actually, that w-would help a l-lot. Thanks." Blaine said.

"No problem. My mom always says to help out the crippled." Puck replied, taking Blaine's backpack out of his hands. Blaine rolled his eyes but a small smile crept onto his face. They walked down the hall and the only sound was clip clap clip clap of Blaine's crutches on the hard floor.

When they entered the choir room, everyone, including Mr. Schuster, stared at him. Kurt was looking at him in a Who hurt my baby? look that a mother gave to someone who shoved her child.

"Umm... hi?" Blainesaid awkwardly and almost immediately, all of his glee mates were running up to him. Tina was even tearing up. Question after question got thrown at him.

"What happened to you?"

"Who needs to be cut?"

"Why is the dolphin on crutches?"

"Where've you been, dude?"

"Why were you gone?"

"Guys," Puck yelled at the others, "just let him explain."

"Well,Blaine?" Kurt inquired with his eyebrows raised.

"I was throwing a football around with my d-dad. I accidently threw it onto the roof and when I tried to get it, I-I fell off."Blainesaid. He'd changed his original story from throwing the football with Puck. He didn't want his friends blaming his injuries on the other boy.

Kurt looked a little skeptical. He knew Blaine's relationship with his dad was horrible, but he didn't say anything. The room was still silent. Many of the students were glaring begrudgingly at the crutches supporting Blaine up.

"Look, guys, don't g-get stuck on this. I'm fine, really." Only one stutter. He was getting better. The others didn't look too convinced. "Fine, I'll prove it. Mr. Schue, may I have the floor?"

"Yeah, of, of course, Blaine!" Mr. Schuster said. The teacher looked a little flustered with the sudden return of his student. The other kids took a something to the band and the music blasted the choir.

You know that I'm a crazy bitch!

I do what I want when I feel like it.

All I want to do is lose control

Oh oh

But you don't really give a shit

You go with it, go with it, go with it

'Cause you're fucking crazy

Rock n' Roll- oh-oh

Even thoughtBlaine couldn't stand completely straight, he still sound amazing. He was singing the song an octave lower. Blaine knew that no one besides Puck would know that the song was for anyone in particular, but at least Puck would know.

You-ou said "hey
What's your name?"
It took one look and
Now I'm not the same.
Yeah, you said "Hey"
And since that day,
You stole my heart and you're the one to blame
Yeah

And that's why I smile.
It's been a while
Since everyday and everything has felt this right
And now
You turn it all around
And suddenly you're all I need
The reason why,
I-i-i, I smi-i-i-ile.

Last night I blacked out, I think.
What did you, what did you put in my drink?
I remember making out and then
Oh oh
I Woke up with a new tattoo
Your name was on me and my name was on you.
I would do it all over again

You-ou said "hey"
What's your name?"
It took one look and
Now I'm not the same.
Yeah, you said "Hey"
And since that day,
You stole my heart and you're the one to blame
Yeah

And that's why I smile.
It's been a while
Since everyday and everything has felt this right
And now
You turn it all around
And suddenly you're all I need
The reason why,
I-i-i, I smi-i-i-ile.
The reason why,
I-i-i, I smi-i-i-ile.

You know that I'm a crazy bitch
I do what I want, when I feel like it
All I wanna do is lose control
You know that I'm a crazy bitch
I do what I want, when I feel like it
All I wanna do is lose control

And that's why I smile.
It's been a while
Since everyday and everything has felt this right
And now
You turn it all around
And suddenly you're all I need
The reason why,
I-i-i, I smi-i-i-ile.
The reason why,
I-i-i, I smi-i-i-ile
The reason why,
I-i-i, I smi-i-i-ile

By the end of the song, everyone in the room was excited and looked ready to jump out of their seats and hug Blaine.

AfterBlaine's solo, the hour for glee passed quickly. Blaine and Puck left the classroom together. The two were chatting idly about nothing in particular. They got into Puck's car and Puck turned on Katy Perry specifically for Blaine. The shorter boy sang quietly along to "Part of Me" until Puck asked for directions back toBlaine's place.

"Take a left up here. And t-this is mine."Blaineinstructed. Puck's eyes grew wide and Blaine looked at him in confusion.

"You never told me you live in a mega-mansion!" Puck exclaimed. The house had three floors and two white balconies on the second floor windows.

"Yeah, it's big, huh?"

"Big? Blaine, it's a fucking mansion. Are you, like, loaded?" Puck asked, staring at the house as he drove up the winding driveway.

"My parents are; n-not me."Blaine replied softly. Puck seemed to understand. Puck stopped not far from the front door.

"So see you at eight?" Puck asked hopefully.

"Yeah."Blaineresponded. Before he could grab his crutches, Puck leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"I'm looking forward to it." If anyone else would've heard that, they would've thought that Puck's body had been taken over. Puck really never said that type of mushy stuff. But Blaine knew the real Puck. And to be honest, the real Puck was just a big, strong, 6-packed pile of mush.

"M-Me too."Blaine all but whispered. He opened the car door and situated himself on the crutches. He hobbled up to the front porch and grabbed the key under the WELCOME mat. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. He heard Puck's car drive out of the driveway.

"M-mom, I'm home!"Blaineyelled out. His mother walked down the wide staircase, not in any hurry to greet her son that'd been gone for almost three weeks.

"Oh, well, that's good. Try not to scratch the floor. And get rid of that stutter. It's not in the least bit attractive." His mother chastised.

Blainenodded and went upstairs. He'd figured out how to get up the stairs in crutches at Puck's house. It annoyed him that he'd been gone for almost three weeks, but his mother didn't care. He could be dead. And his father was probably getting drunk somewhere.

He went to his room and opened his walk-in closet. He had to be perfect for Puck.

KONY 2012, everyone!