Cry No More

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Glee so... yeah.

Summary: "We become the outlaw. We play dirty and we fight this war on our terms." Tired of getting no credit for the work they do, a group of Hogwarts teenagers begin an underground movement to put an end to Voldemort's tirade during the Second War.

A: N – I need to not do this. This is an intro chapter/first part of sorts. Enjoy! :D

There was a time where Puck didn't consider himself anything special. Well, that was still going on, but that was another story all together.

But he was special, as he learned on his eleventh birthday.

Noah Puckerman was a very special boy with very special abilities.

Noah Puckerman was a wizard.

After the excitement of – oh, that's why I'm different! - got washed away Puck was soon to realize that he really wasn't as special as he thought he was. There was nothing special about being a wizard in a world full of wizards. He didn't stand out. There was nothing about him that made him someone that anyone would remember.

And he was so sick of that. So very sick of that. Therefore, he made sure that he would be known. At least by some people.

Puck wasn't a bad person. He was just... he was different.

Perhaps that was why when he was fifteen years old he was given the title of Gryffindor Prefect. Or perhaps he was given that title because there was no way the headmaster could give it to Finn because Finn was an idiot and the other boys were worse than him. Or perhaps Puck had proven himself to be a good guy and not so much of an asshole and that's why the headmaster had given it to him. But he would never know why in the world Albus Dumbledore did things and he wasn't about to pretend that he did.

So Puck settled down into the role of Gryffindor Prefect with ease and did little to no actual punishment which would have pissed off stick-up-his-ass Percy Weasley but who was Puck to care? Percy wasn't there anymore so Puck could honestly care less.

His female Prefect companion was none other than miss Hermione Granger and that was punishment in itself.

Which raised yet another question as to why the hell he was picked to be the Prefect? There was goody-goody Potter and Weasley and Longbottom. There were plenty of other guys that, while idiots, they were much better qualified for the job than he was. It made no sense. And Granger didn't avoid telling him such.

The two of them made no effort to connect, no effort to even speak. They stayed as separate from each other as they could. Granger did all the hard work and Puck showed up for the mandatory meetings.

Puck mostly stayed out of Granger and her posse's business, keeping to his own little world full of Santana, Brittany, Quinn, Finn, Mike, and Matt. He honestly didn't care about what happened to Granger and Potter and Weasley. He removed himself from the news, removed himself from the goings on at Hogwarts and, while he was unhappy about somethings, he wasn't about to do anything to put an end to them. Because no one listened to him or to his friends or to anyone else. Maybe that was why he acted out, or maybe he acted out because he simply could care less.

It was a very difficult way, the way Puck thought about things.

But, then came sixth year and Puck's life unintentionally changed.

The war was upping it's bounty now that everyone had enough brains to believe the crazy Potter that Voldemort was back. The original minister had resigned and security around the castle – and namely Potter – had been increased.

And a new Head Boy and new Prefects were inducted into the system at Hogwarts.

The new Head Boy was the problem at first. A popular Ravenclaw, Wesley Montgomery was someone that Puck had a very largely held dislike for. A lot of people held a dislike for him. The Ravenclaw not only was top of his class but he flaunted it. He used his brains more than Granger did and he was even more pompous than anyone could have expected. And he had friends too. A whole group of them that went by this really fucked up title of the "Warblers" and who met at secret times in secret locations and must like do a shit ton of homework or extra credit work or something.

Puck didn't hate the guy because he was smart. Puck hated the guy because he actually made him work.

None of the other Head Boys had enough balls to do that. But this guy did. And that pissed Puck off more than he was willing to admit to anyone, even if Granger knew it without him saying anything.

And then Wesley Montgomery had to go and split the house Prefects up (even by year) to promote inter-house unity or some shit like that. As fate would have it, Puck was placed with some kid that he had never once spoken to or looked at or heard of. Some fifth year Hufflepuff that, from the way Duval was looking at Montgomery like his head had fallen off, was part of the little cult of Warblers.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Puck wasn't usually judgmental but he wanted nothing to do with some prissy kid from Hufflepuff even more than he wanted nothing to do with Granger and her posse.

The kid smiled at him when he walked over and moved his bag off the chair next to him and Puck rolled his eyes as he flopped down in the newly open chair, crossing his arms over his chest and staring out at the people around the room with a look of contempt. Granger was placed with Duval, female-Weasley was placed with Sterling, Malfoy was placed with Santana (who was, oddly enough, a Hufflepuff), Quinn was placed with Westrup and everyone else was simply dispersed. Honestly, Puck had simply stopped caring about who got placed with who. In the long run he wasn't planning on doing anything with this new Prefect or anyone else in the room, whatever Montgomery said be damned.

"We have the dungeons." The posh Hufflepuff sitting on Puck's right informed him, standing up and throwing his bag over his shoulder. His eyes – hazel Puck noted with a frown – urged Puck to stand up.

"Great." Puck stayed seated, shifting into his seat so that he was much more comfortable. The boy before him frowned and gripped his bag tighter, narrowing his eyes at Puck.

"So... come on." He jerked his head at the open doorway but Puck wasn't going anywhere. He ignored the look Montgomery was sending his way and raised an eyebrow at his "partner" for the year or some shit like that.

"You go ahead." Puck smirked at him a bit. "I'll meet up with you."

The boy narrowed his eyes at him, but, being the naïve Hufflepuff he was, nodded sharply, smiled a bit, turned on his heel and left the room.

Puck let out a small huff of laughter, sitting back in his seat and waving a goodbye to Santana as she trailed passed him, shooting insult after insult towards a quickly reddening Malfoy. Quinn and Westrup actually seemed to be getting along well enough, the two of them ignoring him as they left the room. Odd, Puck couldn't help but find it, that almost everyone was getting along with their fellow prefects but him. Or at least everyone was making an effort to get along.

He suck further into his seat, glaring at Montgomery who simply rolled his eyes at him and muttered something to his own partner – Berry, a really obnoxious Slytherin girl the same year as him – that they were going to go down to the dungeons to help Blaine out before leaving. Puck wondered for a brief moment who the hell "Blaine" was before he decided that he didn't care and simply sat back in the chair, closing his eyes, and letting himself drift off. He had Quidditch practice coming up and he would need all the rest he could get.

Basically, the first time Puck met Blaine didn't exactly go very well. And it continued not to go very well until after a few months and then Quinn had roped him into going to one of Slughorn's parties with her and he had run into the guy there too.

That was when things really changed. Or so Puck assumed that was when things really changed.

Granger had been there with one of the obnoxious Gryffindor boys in their year, but she was choosing to hide out with Potter who had come with some daffy Ravenclaw. Puck had wondered if he should intervene when the obnoxious guy in their year tried to make a pass at her, but Potter had stepped in so he figured his presence wasn't really needed. Not as though Granger would have accepted his help anyway.

He felt Quinn tighten her arm that was sitting snug between his, her eyes following over to where Santana was huddled in the corner with an annoyed frown on her face as Brittany twirled on the dance floor with Mike. Puck rolled his eyes, removing his arm from Quinn's and turning her around to face him. "Go ask her to dance if you want to."

Quinn looked at him as though he were insane. "Like anyone could get away with asking a Hufflepuff to dance."

"Santana's a bitch, everyone here knows that." Puck shrugged. "They won't mess with the two of you."

"Wow. With those amount of brains it's a wonder you don't have a girlfriend anymore." Quinn spoke dryly, picking at her nails and sending him an almost dirty look.

Puck rolled his eyes at her, taking a sip of something that was obviously alcohol, even though Slughorn would never admit to giving the students such a thing. "I don't need a girlfriend."

"I beg to differ." Quinn straightened up though, fixing her dress with a sigh and turning her blue eyed gaze to him. "I'll make you a deal. You ask a Hufflepuff to dance and I'll do the same."

Well that was easy enough. And it would get her to stop pouting and brooding and clinging to him like he was going to leave her any second. But the problem was that there weren't many Hufflepuff's that had caught Slughorn's gaze. Puck sighed and downed the rest of his drink, his eyes scanning the crowd of students. Longbottom was being slightly pathetic and being a waiter, Potter was hissing something to Granger who looked only slightly offended, and Santana was still in the corner all offended and stuff.

And then his eyes landed on him.

Puck felt as though he had just been pushed off a building or something.

"Well? Is it a deal?" Quinn pushed, her blue eyes wide, but her voice holding a note of smug daring to it. She didn't think he would do it.

Puck would just have to show her.

He shoved his empty glass onto Longbottom's tray, walking away from his date and the gaping house-mate behind him, turning around only once to wink in her direction.

Quinn rolled her eyes at him before dutifully making her way over to Santana's pouting figure on the couch, the latina instantly perking up at the sight of her blonde friend, a beautiful smile crossing her face when Quinn sat down beside her.

Puck stopped in front of the boy, a cocky smirk on his face as he took in the suit – and it was a suit, not dress robes – and the solid yellow silk bow-tie. He took in the hazel eyes and the gelled hair and way the other boy didn't bother hiding his shock at Puck's appearance.

"Hey." Puck greeting, reaching out his hand to place on the other boy's – Blair or something – arm.

Blair raised an eyebrow at Puck, no smile or smirk or anything pushing its way onto his face. "Hi." He replied shortly, his eyes a bit curious before hardening and turning back to watching the people on the dance floor.

Puck wasn't about to be dismissed so quickly. "Do you want to dance?" He cocked his head to the side in a way that he knew was practically irresistible.

Blair looked him up and down before copying his head cock, turning his in the opposite direction so that they were mirror images. "No." The other boy turned back to his idea of people watching and Puck was stunned. He had been denied before. But those people had legitimate reasons.

What reasons did this guy have?

Puck glared at him, his grip tightening over the guy's arm to gain his attention back. But Blair just ignored him even more than he had been before, until Puck's grip tightened again and then the boy was ripping his arm away from him and giving him this look of absolute loathing. Puck blinked, taking a step back and swallowing. No one had ever looked at him like that before. He covered up his shock well, but he knew that the other boy had caught it by the confused look that was on his face for a moment before that was covered up too. "What's your problem?" Puck spit out, turning into the jackass he truly wasn't and only turning a bit regretful when the other boy's face hardened at his tone and words.

"You're my problem." Blair spit out with much more courage than Puck ever would have credited a Hufflepuff to. "You avoid me for a month, don't even bother to do your own Prefect duties, treat me like I'm nothing more than a speck of dirt on your shoe that you can easily wash off and you have the nerve to come over and ask me to dance with you?"

When put like that Blair did have a point. Puck felt something close to shame fill the pit of his stomach at the way he had unknowingly treated this boy. Or maybe it was knowingly. Maybe Puck honestly was that much of an asshole. "Come on, Blair, man. I'm only doing this to make blondie ask her girl crush to dance." And that, right there, was when Puck knew that he had won.

Blair's eyes had wondered over to Quinn and Santana and something a kin to compassion shined in them for a moment before he was slowly nodding and walking onto the dance floor, Puck following suit not long after. He didn't bother hiding a satisfied smirk as he clamped his hands on the other boy's waist, swaying him to the beat and raising an eyebrow at a shocked still Quinn. Her mouth was open as she stared at them, Santana choking on her drink when she caught sight of them.

She looked almost pissed off and Puck had to wonder if this was good idea because Santana was a Hufflepuff and if she was friends or something with this Blair than Puck was fucked. Puck quickly looked away from his friends when Blair slightly relaxed, his feet kicking Puck's a bit to widen his step so that they were doing more of a shuffle than an awkward swaying.

Dancing with this Blair guy was actually rather comfortable, now that Puck was allowing himself to stop worrying about Quinn and Santana. His waist was small but as small as some of the girls Puck had been with. He was short, but not too short. He wasn't demanding and pulling Puck closer or pushing him away, he was fine with the distance they had set between the two of them. He took some of the direction himself so that Puck didn't have to worry about doing it all himself. What was better, was that a small smile was passing over the guy's lips after a minute of dancing and Puck was pretty sure his heart was almost beating out of his chest. "Now she has no excuse to ask San." Puck commented absentmindedly, taking note of how Blair stiffened.

"It's sort of nice of you to dance with a guy just to get her to ask her crush." Blair spoke quietly, tightening his grip around Puck's shoulders for a moment to stop him for stepping on his toes before loosening it back to the comfortable way it had been before.

Puck let out a small laugh. "It's not the dancing with a guy that's the problem, Blair." He shook his head. "It's dancing with a Hufflepuff."

And maybe that was the wrong thing to say because it seemed like the wrong thing to say. Blair's face flushed in frustration before he was pushing away from Puck and looking all not-pissed off at the same time. Only Puck knew he was pissed off because no way would anyone push someone that hard if they weren't. "My name's Blaine." Blair spoke softly, but with an edge to it. "The least you could do is get that right."

Oh, fuck. Puck cursed under his breath, reaching out to grab his arm before he walked away. "I didn't mean it like that-."

"Yes you did." Blaine laughed a bit and it sounded cold and sardonic to Puck's ears. "I mean why should I even bother giving people second chances when they can't even look past a color on a tie."

He walked away with a dignity that Puck could never have, Santana glaring at him from where she was dancing with her arms around Quinn's shoulders. Quinn was looking at him with an eyebrow raised with wonder before the two of them turned back to each other and Puck was stomping off the dance floor.

Granger's date was running his hand up her leg and with Potter no where around Puck needed someone to take his anger out on and she needed someone to save her. With no prompting he stomped over to them, grabbed the offensive Gryffindor by the arm, pulled his arm back, and slammed his fist right in the guy's face. Granger looked up at him with wide eyes, her mouth covered by her hands. The other guy looked up at him from the floor with a look of absolute shock. The room was silent. "She doesn't like you, you fucking idiot."

He escorted himself out of the room without the help of any professors, knowing that it was probably going to end in a detention but not caring.

Because that's what Puck did, wasn't it? He didn't take a moment to care.

He almost ran into Potter on his way out but he didn't pay the other boy any mind. He could care less about Potter. He could care less about Granger. He could care less about anyone in the fucking Wizarding World. He just wanted to stop fucking things up.

In reality, it took Puck a good few weeks in order to figure out just why he was so pissed off. And when he did he had gone to Quinn for help because if anyone could help him it was Quinn. She had helped him to the best of her ability while giving him the biggest "fuck you" look possible. Puck always wondered why she wasn't in Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw.

But, anyway, the first step was for him to actually do the work Montgomery assigned him. Which was a pain in the ass.

So at around eight at night, after dinner was done, Puck wandered over to the room where the Prefects all met up and got assigned their floors for the night or week or whatever the hell it was Montgomery gave them. He usually showed up for these meetings, but he tended to stay near the back, playing with his wand or focusing on a song that was stuck in his head or something. But this meeting wasn't like the others and Puck was determined to keep it that way so he slid up to Blaine in the crowd, ignoring the looks of disbelief that were sent towards him. Mainly from the so called "Warblers" and Berry. Granger had actually been okay with him since the party. She had actually taken time out of her busy schedule to smile at him. It was weird and unnerving. Puck was not okay with that.

"Blaine... you are your partner can take the second floor?" Montgomery called out with unease.

Blaine didn't even look at him as he nodded, his arms crossed securely across his chest and his eyes looking anywhere but at him. "If he doesn't help you got someone to help you?" Montgomery asked Blaine with complete seriousness, sending an almost dirty look towards Puck. But Montgomery was too good to go handing out dirty looks so it was only about halfway there.

"Kurt's on board if I need him." Blaine nodded shortly, as though this was a conversation they had everyday and, because of Puck's general assholeness, it probably was a conversation they had nearly everyday.

Montgomery nodded his acceptance, his eyes flitting towards Puck once more before clapping his hands and sending everyone on their way. Blaine with his bag over his shoulder and Puck following a bit like a lost puppy left the room with everyone else, their footsteps echoing down the nearly empty hallways as it turned into curfew and the kids retreated to their house dorms. They were the only group patrolling the second floor and they patrolled in silence.

And so that was how it went on for around a week or so until Puck couldn't take it anymore and just started talking.

It was about nothing at first. Just random tidbits of stuff. Things that he had learned in class, things he had noticed about people, things that him, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Mike, Matt, and Finn had done. Random shit.

And, after a while, Blaine had started saying some things in response.

It wasn't a lot. But it was enough. And, honestly, this was the longest Puck had ever been willing to wait for someone in his life. Admittedly the most he had ever waited for someone was for like three hours so this was a pretty big step up from that.

The first time Puck got him to laugh it was when they were patrolling the sixth floor and Puck had tripped over some first year's robe as they tried to hide behind a tapestry, so that they wouldn't be caught. He had fallen flat onto the tapestry, ripping it from the wall. The first year had tumbled down with him, his eyes wide and his breathing uneven. Puck had been horrified. He wasn't clumsy. Not in the least.

But then Blaine had started laughing and they had told the kid to get out of there before they had to dock points from his house – which would have sucked for Gryffindor because that's the house the kid was in – before falling against the wall opposite them with laughter.

They had taken off running down the corridor when they heard Granger's footsteps approaching.

"So I'm thinking about asking Rachel out." Finn started out the conversation at breakfast the next day, shoving a forkful of eggs in his mouth and staring at Puck with wide eyes.

"You did not just say that." Santana spoke from behind them dryly, falling into the seat beside Puck and giving Finn possibly the dirtiest look she could muster. Which was pretty damn dirty.

Yes, Hufflepuff's did frequently find themselves sitting at the Gryffindor table. Actually, every house found their way to express unity. The only ones that didn't bother trying to figure out that there were people nice outside of their house were plenty of Slytherins and kids that Puck was a tad ashamed to say that he shared a house with.

Finn opened his mouth to retort, but he quickly shut it when his step-brother, Kurt, walked by on his way to sit a bit farther down the table with Mercedes, Berry, Tina, and Artie, and swallowed before opening his mouth to start talking once more. "Why shouldn't I? I mean she's really pretty. And she's not going to end up dumping me because she likes girls like Quinn."

Santana raised an eyebrow at him, Sam elbowing him harshly in the side when Dean Thomas looked over at them with an confused – and almost shocked look on his face. "Keep your mouth shut, gigantor." Puck sent him a harsh look, shaking his head at Dean Thomas who turned back to his conversation with Seamus when he realized there would be no more talk of a lesbian from them.

"You don't just out someone, Finnessa." Santana snapped at him, picking at a roll and popping part of it in her mouth with a glare. Finn recoiled under her look and Puck's words, having the decency to mutter out a sorry before getting back to the original topic.

"I don't see why I can't ask Rachel out though. I mean she's great, guys." He stressed.

"You'd never work." Mike said as he slid into the seat on the other side of Finn with the ease that only a dancer would have, Matt following quickly after.

Finn looked put out, gazing down the table at the annoying Slytherin Jewish girl, a loud sigh falling passed his lips.

"Puckerman?" A hand taped on his shoulder and Puck found himself startling at the fact that Granger was talking to him. Voluntarily. What the fuck?

He looked at Mike and Sam with a freaked out look on his face, not bothering to hide it as he turned to face Granger and her frizzy mane. "Yeah?"

"I need to ask for a favor." She dropped down between him and Santana, taking a moment to give the girl a confused look when she noted her robes before turning back to Puck, in full I'm-going-to-talk-your-head-off-mode. "Harry's going absolutely insane. He seems to think Draco and Professor Snape are up to something horrible. And Dumbledore has him doing all of this stuff for him – top secret and Harry can't even talk about it – and all these odd occurrences that are going on! Like what happened to poor Katy! And now what happened to Ron!"

Santana stared at the back of Granger's head, giving her a look that clearly asked her what the hell was wrong with her. Mike stared at her with wide eyes, Sam and Finn both looking from Puck to her with confusion on their faces. Not that Puck knew the answer any more than they did, he found, as Granger just kept talking at him rather than to him.

"-And that tramp Lavender Brown has the audacity to try and tell me that her relationship with him isn't as important as his friendship with me!"

Puck tore his eyes away from Granger's rambling to look down the table, hoping Quinn was somewhere near by to send Granger off. Or maybe hoping that Santana would break out of her stunned silence and do so herself. But Quinn was no where to be found, only Kurt with a raised eyebrow and an equally confused looking Blaine stared at him from down the table. Blaine was at their table.

Puck almost stuck his elbow in the eggs at the sight of the other boy sitting beside Kurt, a small smile on his face as he looked at Puck's stunned one, waving slightly before nodding at Granger, a question clear in his eyes. Puck simply shrugged back.

"-Harry's going off on all these late night missions stalking Draco as though he's going to find him doing something! And Ginny notices and is just as worried as I am but she's not going to say anything-"

"Why are you talking to me?" Puck finally managed to ask Granger as she took a deep breath before going off on another bit of her rant. Granger looked at him in confusion before her face visibly fell and she shrugged.

"I wanted to know if you could take the Astronomy Tower for your rounds this week." She asked sheepishly, looking down and picking at her sleeve.

"Okay. Fine. Whatever." And with that she nodded shortly, standing up and leaving his area of the table with a small smile in his direction and a quick 'thank you'.

Their section of the table was quiet for a long moment. "What the fuck was that?" Santana finally managed to ask, her tone biting and her finger pointing at where Granger was currently sitting with her posse, Potter looking absolutely ready to rip off her head as she probably told him to get over his obvious crush on Malfoy.

Puck simply shrugged at her, glancing down at where Blaine was staring at him with an almost knowing look on his face, a small smile on his lips as Kurt tried to get his attention.

Puck couldn't help smiling back.

That night the two of them stood at the Astronomy Tower, Blaine looking down at the grounds of Hogwarts, Puck standing a very safe distance away. He never did like being so high in the sky.

But Blaine looked stunningly beautiful. His robe hanging over the edge of the balcony, blowing in the wind. The light hit against the tan of his face in a way that made him seem almost not human. His body was slumped over the marble, his eyes closed as the wind blew at him, a tiny smile on his face.

It was too bad Puck was too freaked out to walk over and stand next to him.

"It's empty today." Blaine noted absentmindedly.

"Hm?" Puck asked, distracted and resting his back against the brick behind him.

Blaine wordlessly gestured out at the area around them, and Puck couldn't help but note that, yes, it was rather empty for a nice night at Hogwarts. Usually they would have had to push away some students and keep them from making out or having sex up here after hours. But not today.

It was odd, but it was welcome and Puck really didn't want to think much on it.

"Why are you standing so far away? It looks so... surreal from here." Blaine turned back to look at Puck, an almost playful smirk on his lips.

Puck smirked back, shrugging his shoulders and not making any motion to move. Blaine rolled his eyes at him, his hand grabbing onto Puck's wrist and tugging him over to where he had been standing. Or trying to. Puck's heels dug into the concrete under their feet, halting their movement, his eyes wide and begging in a way that Puck usually never begged. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows furrowing and his eyes gaining a concerned glint to them.

Puck avoided the hazel eyes as well as he could, but that only seemed to make his problem more obvious as a look of realization crossed Blaine's face, a small teasing smile accompanying it. Puck had just gotten acquainted with that smile and it made his heart jump into his throat. "You're afraid of heights."

Puck's cheeks reddened and he wasn't blushing. Puck didn't do blushing. "So what?"

"So nothing." Blaine pushed at his chest a little, not moving them any closer to the edge and simply standing in front of Puck with that stupid teasing smile on his face and his stupid glittering hazel eyes. "Just can't believe that the big, brave, lion is afraid of a magically protected balcony." He laughed a bit.

Puck's cheeks, if possible, got even redder and he wasn't blushing damn it. "I just don't like heights, okay?" He ripped his wrist out of Blaine's grasp, turning around to walk back to his safe spot on the wall, trying to force the embarrassed flush to his cheeks down.

"Oh come on." Blaine's hand closed around his wrist again, pulling him to a stop. "I'm just teasing you."

And it was then, at those words that Puck found himself turning around and simply staring. The mixture of the wind and the moonlight did wonders to the way Blaine looked and Puck was pretty sure he stopped breathing. His eyes were staring at him, sparkling in the light of the moon, blinking like the stars in the sky. A small smile was still on his lips, but it was a cautious smile – almost as though he was unsure if he had accidentally crossed any boundaries that weren't supposed to be crossed. And Puck didn't even know if Blaine was gay but he didn't care.

He leaned down and let his lips brush over Blaine's, his hand turning around to wrap around Blaine's own wrist to tug him closer to his body. It wasn't a slow kiss. It was fast and it was over in less than a second. But there had been a spark. There had been something there.

Blaine looked up at him, dazing and shocked and confused and Puck wondered if he had done something wrong. If he had taken things a step too far.

But then Blaine was leaning back in, slowly and with a bit of fear on his face, as though he was making this whole thing up in his mind.

Puck let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, grabbing Blaine's wrist even tighter in his grip and closing his hand falling around his neck to tilt his head in the right direction.

Their second kiss was gentler and softer and it lasted longer than their first. It was a gentle touch of the lips before one of them moved. Puck wasn't sure which one of them it was but soon they were kissing, Blaine's arm wrapping around his waist to hold him in place, Puck's sliding down to rest on his collar bone.

Puck tentatively ran his tongue along Blaine's bottom lip, asking permission before Blaine's mouth, very slowly and after a few moments of what was probably confusion, opened. It wasn't a perfect kiss – by far, Puck was pretty sure it was Blaine's first one – but it was perfect in every way. Blaine's deep inhalations when Puck's tongue brushed against his or against the roof of his mouth, the way Puck could feel his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, the way his hand fell from Puck's waist to his neck when Puck was beginning to pull back to keep him in place, the way he seemed to grow more confident with the more time they spent simply kissing, the way that when they finally pulled apart their noses bumped against one another and their bodies seemed to melt together...

It was the longest Puck had ever waited for someone and it was turning out to be so worth it.

And, just like that, Puck found himself with a boyfriend. He found himself slowly making friends with the elusive Warblers. He found himself getting closer to people like Kurt and Berry. He found himself happier than he could ever have hoped.

Then the Death Eaters attacked the school.

He had been leaving Slughorn's latest party, Quinn and Santana yelling out some comments at his back as he walked down the hallway with his arm around Blaine's shoulders. And Blaine had been laughing at something Duval had said when the wall to their right exploded.

Quinn screamed, Santana swearing in her native language and Puck had tried to pull Blaine into him but it hadn't exactly ended right and instead he was lying on top of him, his head buried in his chest as rubble fell all around them.

They weren't in the first part of the school to be attacked. But they certainly weren't in the last.

Puck heard screams and cries and swears and spells and a ton of other almost useless stuff because what was that going to do to help anyone?

He pushed himself to his feet, grabbing Blaine's hand to pull him up with him, checking over the other boy quickly for injuries. "Are you okay?" He fumbled for his wand from his pocket.

Blaine was trying to catch his breath as quickly as he seemed able, nodding sharply and searching his pockets for the same thing Puck was searching his for when the spell hit him.

"Disgusting faggot! That's for your father." One of the Death Eaters – Puck didn't know which one – yelled out before firing.

Puck didn't know what the spell was but it was nasty and it flung Blaine into the wall next to him and it didn't do anything to cushion the way his head hit the brick before he fell to the floor. Puck had shot off the spell before he knew what he was doing – and, in the long run, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone what the spell had been – and then Santana was swearing again and another wall close by was blowing up and all hell was breaking loose.

And then Dumbledore was killed and Potter had gone crazy and Puck couldn't bring himself to care that the whole fucking war had pretty much just begun because Blaine was barely breathing, let alone waking up.

He wanted to smash someone's head in when Potter, Granger, and Weasley once again received all the attention from the staff in the school. They weren't the only people hurt in the attack – they weren't even close to be the people hurt worst in the attack. Yet they received medical attention faster than Blaine – the boy who had been attacked for being gay and something his father had done – and they somehow managed to be allowed to have their family and friends visit them.

Puck couldn't bring himself to care that Potter was the so called "Chosen One". He was no more important than anyone else. He wasn't more important than Quinn who kept vomiting. He wasn't more important than Puck who had a gash on his arm that wouldn't stop bleeding. He wasn't more important than Rachel who looked like she had been killed she was so pale. He wasn't more important than Kurt who had nearly lost his leg. He wasn't more important than Matt who had been killed saving the life of a first year. He wasn't more important than Artie that couldn't feel anything higher than his waist. And he certainly wasn't more important than Blaine.

So why did he get all of the attention?

Puck didn't care that he was their only hope. Fuck hope if this was the way the rest of them – the misfits – were going to be treated.

It wasn't fair.

It had to have been five hours after the attack had ended that Blaine had finally gotten seen to. It was also around that time that a young man had burst into the room and not gone straight towards Potter's crew and, instead, walked towards where Puck was sitting beside Blaine's bed. At least Blaine had gotten a bed.

He had brown curly hair, brushed to perfection instead of gelled like Blaine's. His eyes were blue – a stunning crystal blue – where Blaine's were hazel. But Puck had seen pictures of him and he knew who he was.

Cooper Anderson. Blaine's older brother that usually traveled around the world looking for odd acting jobs before settling in Germany where he met his fiance and got a steady career acting in a German soap opera. The squib that wasn't really a squib but happily pretended to be one.

"Excuse me?" The man's voice was smooth, and he cocked a tiny smile at the tip of his lips for Pomfrey's benefit. It was obvious in his eyes that he didn't care for manners.

The old nurse glanced up at him, a suspicious look on her face, her lips set in a thin line at the thought of someone interrupting her time to look over her patient. Puck wanted to curse her. It seemed as though Cooper Anderson did too. "May I help you?" Her voice was terse and tense and, suddenly, it seemed as though Cooper Anderson had grown ten feet, an almost patronizing smile on his face.

"Yes, actually. If my brother was hit with the curse I'm thinking he was he should have woken up two hours ago if the correct counter curse was performed." Pomfrey's face almost paled. Puck couldn't help the swell of admiration that traveled up his spine at what was coming out of Cooper Anderson's mouth. "And since he's not awake I'm guessing he was being treated until now." He titled his head to the side, his air of confidence weighing down his air of nervousness. But Puck could see it. He had one of the same nervous ticks Blaine did, his fingers tapping out a tune on his arm. "Why is that?"

"We have patients here that are in more serious conditions-"

"Like the kid over there who seems to be paralyzed? Or the one over there who is vomiting blood? Or the one that looks like they've been on the end of several nasty fire spells? Or the Chosen-One who looks like he has plenty of people to look out for him?"

"I do not need you to tell me how to do my job."

"So do it next time." Cooper Anderson leaned back into himself, smugness filling up his posture in a way that Puck was almost jealous of.

Just like that Cooper Anderson was standing vigil by his brother's bedside, his eyes following every movement that Pomfrey made until she deemed herself finished and wandered off to check over Artie or someone else. It was then that he relaxed, his shoulders falling down and his body resting itself beside he brother's on the bed by Blaine's waist. His hand ran over Blaine's curls, gently grazing the bandage Pomfrey had placed over the cut to quell the bleeding. His eyes held a tender look – an almost sad glint. "You're Puck." He stated, not questioned and Puck found himself nodding. "He talks about you." Cooper didn't even move his head to look at Puck, his eyes staying trained on his brother's face. "Wes says you're bad news, but I'm inclined to disagree with him."

"Why?" Puck was startled, no one had ever told him that he was anything more than a delinquent.

"You haven't left his side since he was brought in here have you?" Puck shook his head slowly, his eyes narrowed in wonder. "And you didn't leave when you saw I was here." Cooper shrugged as though that explained everything and, really, maybe it did. "That says something about you."

Blaine woke up the scheduled hour later and the whole crew went to Matt's funeral, Mike sobbing into Tina's shoulder the whole time (when had they become a thing?) and Puck clutching Blaine's hand as though it was the only thing keeping him standing. And even if Granger did look at them with an almost pitying look in her eyes she didn't understand what it was like. She hadn't lost someone who didn't deserve it less than an ant deserved being stepped on. She didn't care. None of them knew Matt. None of them made an effort to know him or to know any of them.

There was a nice service in favor of Dumbledore and the students lost. But no one really paid mind to the dead and lost students, all of them too deep in loss over their dead headmaster. It drove Puck insane to no end and he wanted nothing more than to walk over to Potter and punch him in the face because why was he getting all the sympathetic looks? So he saw someone die. He wasn't the only damn person in the world that saw someone die.

"It pisses me off." He startled at the tone of voice Duval had from somewhere to his right. He tilted his head to the side, noting how Montgomery had thrown his arm over Blaine's shoulders and was pulling him in close for a hug. They had lost a member of their group too. Puck remembered the memorial service and the funeral and how Matt and the other guy – a guy named Thad – had a joint service because their mothers had been friends. Puck shifted his footing, his arm tight around Quinn's waist as crystal tears slid down her cheeks at the noticeable absence of their quiet friend.

"I mean Dumbledore was a great guy and all but he was old. He knew what he was getting himself into." Duval kept going, ignoring the disapproving looks a few people were sending his way. "Thad's dead. And he died doing something heroic and noble and no one here gives a shit about him."

"People aren't going to give a shit about him because he wasn't someone that stood out." Sterling pointed out, trying to be a voice or reason or something. That didn't exactly work out as well as he had intended since his voice held more than a bit of frustration.

The group of "Warblers" stood fuming for a few moments longer before a curious look appeared on Blaine's face. He glanced back at Puck, a small smile forming on his lips, and Puck couldn't fight one himself, before he winked at him. He knew Puck was listening in. Whatever would have made Puck think that he was being sneaky? "So why don't we do something about it?"

The other boys snapped their attention to the Hufflepuff, their expressions ranging from shocked to confused. "Like what? No one listens to us and you know it." David – the only member of the group that Puck even remotely got along with – asked, his dark eyes looking at Blaine with curiosity written in them clearly.

"Have you ever heard of Robin Hood?" Only one of the guys nodded – Sterling – to say that he had, the others simply looked at Blaine, more confused than ever. "Well it's a muggle folklore. There was this archer who was part of the king's army. During a war he was the only one who stood up and told the king how he really felt. He had a group of men who worked with him-"

"Merry men." Sterling said with a small laugh.

"The merry men, as Jeff just said." Blaine smiled at the blonde before going back to his tale. Puck remembered the story of Robin Hood. It used to be one of his favorites from when he was a child – and he had been the one to tell Blaine the story only a month ago. "Anyway, Robin Hood was an archer and when the king was killed he was framed and marked as an outlaw. The king had a son or brother or something who took his place on the throne and he was horrible leader. He only thought of himself, not of the betterment of the country he ruled over. Robin Hood refused to let that pass without a fight, so he gathered his men and started stealing from the rich in order to give to the poor."

"What's the point of this?" Montgomery snapped, his curiosity replaced with frustration.

"The point is that Robin Hood was still an outlaw. He was always an outlaw. He was never ruled as not being an outlaw." Blaine stressed his point, that curious look in his hazel eyes still, a small smile on his face. "And he used it to his advantage."

"So what are you saying?" David asked evenly.

"I'm saying, that we use our invisibility in the eyes of everyone in this world to our advantage." Puck felt something like inspiration settling through his body. "We become the outlaw. We play dirty and we fight this war on our terms."

A: N – Anyone want more? Anyone? Heh? Heh?