Part 13 - Telling your friends about it

The week after Puck's new life plan came into existence was one of the best weeks of Blaine's life. He knew it was mostly hormones, the serotonin from sex keeping him constantly high, but nothing could bring him down, not when there was a stolen kiss waiting behind every corner.

Things only improved when he found himself sat on a log in front of a glistening fire, surrounded by friends and having an all-round good time.

"You make me, feel like I'm living a, teenage dream," Blaine sang, playing a box like a drum as Sam accompanied on guitar.

It was Santana who had suggested a party in the woods to celebrate the birthdays they hadn't had time to acknowledge during exam time; Puck had provided the alcohol, and everyone had to provide the music. The entire Glee club had turned up, Kurt and Karofsky included, and Finn had built a campfire, everyone sitting on logs and benches around it.

There was an unofficial divide in the camp to let the graduates reminisce and the students that would still be there next year bond, so Blaine was bereft of Puck for the evening, but it was actually working out well. Once you got Sam talking, he was actually an okay guy, and they sounded good together. They finished their duet to applause, placing the instruments aside as the other glee members battled to perform next.

Rachel stood, clasping her hands together. "Finn and I have been preparing a song for nationals, you should all –" She started, bouncing on the spot.

"No, no, no. I'm not watching you and Frankenstein make eyes at each other, not tonight." Santana overruled, standing up and sashaying across the circle. Santana slid onto the log aside Puck, grabbing his guitar by the neck and thrusting it towards him. "Duet time, sugar lips."

"What were you thinking?" Puck smirked, grinning fully as Santana whispered a song into his ear. "Sticking with the crooners, huh?"

"You bet your ass I am." Santana smirked. "Play it, Mohawk."

"I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me…" The pair started, Puck improvising on the guitar. The duo smiled at one another, before Puck flicked his gaze down to the guitar for a few chords, finally dragging his eyes up to catch Blaine's eye.

And suddenly Brittany had dragged Mike up for a dance, and Tina was pressed into Blaine's side, laughing, and he had things to look at that weren't Puck's eyes. Tina had him dancing within seconds, spinning them round beside the fire until somehow he was dancing with Brittany and Mike with Tina. Other couples quickly joined the foursome, until only Santana and Puck remained on the logs.

Blaine smiled and danced, spinning between partners to the music, until he found himself partner-less, waiting for another pair to spin out and separate. He glanced over at the performers, finding Puck watching him, smiling slightly. "And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like I love you." The pair sang, Puck's lips lifting at the corners at the end of the line. Blaine smiled back, laughing when Santana dug her elbow into Puck's ribs and started making faces. Blaine's gaze was finally dragged away when he heard a cough behind him, turning to find Finn standing there, an indiscernible look upon his face.

"Hey Blaine." Finn stated, all false happiness and terse eyes. "Can I have a word?"

Blaine froze for a moment, glancing around, before nodding. "Sure."

Finn led him away from the group slightly, stopping a few metres away from the edge of their makeshift camping circle. Blaine waited, brows raised, as Finn paced slightly. The jock kept glancing between Blaine and the group behind, dragging his hand over his face nervously before he finally stopped and addressed Blaine. "I mainly just wanted to thank you for helping out with Puck on the football field, you were a Godsend." Blaine nodded, smiling, as Finn scruffed the back of his hair. "Look Dude, I see how you look at him. Puck."

Blaine tensed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and glancing over at the rest of the glee club. "Oh yeah?"

"I get it, man. He's Puck, people find him attractive." Finn started, resting a heavy hand on Blaine's shoulder and drawing Blaine's gaze back to him. "But, man, Puck's not like you or Kurt or Dave, and I don't want to see you get hurt." Blaine risked another glance at the group, and saw Puck staring at the two of them, head cocked like a curious puppy.

"Finn…"

"No, please listen to me. You're his bro now, and that's great, but you need to know that he can't give you anything more than that." Finn stated, giving Blaine's shoulder a firm shake. "I know Kurt put you through the mill, I just don't want you to get hurt aga-"

Blaine never got to hear the end of Finn's speech, gasping as he was quite literally swept off his feet into a blistering kiss. He was nearly blind in the darkness, but he could feel that it was Puck, the heady mix of whiskey and ash doing nothing to change the way his kiss felt. Blaine clung to Puck's shoulders as Puck's hands clung to his thighs, holding him just off the ground.

Puck pulled away, and Blaine had a quick sweep around. Mike appeared to be counting money for Tina, Kurt looked shocked and a little angry, and the rest of the group were exhibiting such a wide range of emotions that Blaine didn't know what to think. He felt Puck threading fingers through his hand, and let the mohawked teen pull him towards the truck.

"Wanky!" Blaine heard Santana yell, moments before his car door slammed shut and Puck hit the gas.

"Well, that's telling the Glee club about us out of the way." Blaine smiled, grin widening when Puck reached over to take his hand once more.

"Sorry if you wanted some proper reveal with heartfelt talking and shit." Puck shrugged, looking unapologetic. He smirked, squeezing Blaine's fingers lightly. "Let's face it, though, it was totally worth it for the look on Finn's face."

"I'm pretty sure Mike and Tina had a bet on us." Blaine replied, smiling across at Puck. "Where are we going?"

"Back to mine?" Puck suggested, glancing across briefly. "The house is empty, Sarah and Mom have gone away for the weekend…"

"Well then, Puckerman," Blaine started, undoing his bowtie and leaving it to rest across his neck. "Lead the way."

IMPORTANT NOTE - Although I will be finishing this story here, I have now got an AO3 account, and intend to post most stories over there now. If you've enjoyed my writing, I'll be publishing Sterek and Plaine fics under the name CurlyMcJimbo