I Get Lonely Too

Chapter One

I stare into the bathroom mirror, looking at myself, wondering what is going to happen the rest of the school year.

It's the first of last days at McKinley. I'm still unfortunate enough to not to graduate this year with everybody else, but I guess there is always next year. Still, it does suck knowing you're the loser that couldn't pass senior year. I mean, how can I be such a fucking idiot for not passing school?

Wait, calm down. I'm fucking Puckzilla, local badass; I'll be able to get my way. All it takes is a little convincing….and some hard work, if I have to do it. I'll be graduated. There is no way I'll be a loser. It's not in my DNA. I'm not my father. I refuse to end up like him. Seriously, what father would just come to his son after leaving and ask if they can borrow money? I mean, I worked my fucking ass off to get this far in my pool cleaning business and he shows up and takes it all away. I mean damn.

Dude, I have got to stop thinking about this shit. I'm turning into Finn, where he just mindlessly talks to himself in his head and looks like a dumbass in the process...

I decide to go to my locker before I head to class, but I'm already late so it's not like I could be in any more trouble than I already am. As I look through my locker, I hear someone getting slammed into a locker. I look over to see Blaine, on the ground, with the whole Hockey team surrounding him, ready to dump the slushies. I immediately am filled with anger, so I scream "Hey! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!" They look at me, smile, and dump all the slushies on Blaine. I run down the hall after them, but stop at a slushy covered Blaine.

He was crying. I feel extremely horrible for not trying to save him when I had the chance. I quickly dismiss the thought and carry him to the boy's restroom. I turn on the sink water and say, "Stick your face into the water. It helps to get rid of that shit before you wipe it off." He lets out a small whimper and sticks his face in the water. I turn on the sink next to his, put water in my hands, and start to dump little bits of it on his hair.

He shivers in shock when he feels the first drop of water, but seems to not mind when he figured out what I'm doing.

I grabbed some paper towels, pulling him up from the sink, and start to wipe the water out of his hair. I look at him, and see he was still closing his eyes. He wasn't closing them hardly, but softly. I saw one little strand of a tear trickle from his left eye. I wipe the tear off his face, touching his smooth skin.

He finally opens his eyes, and my god, they are beautiful. His eyes look blood-shot, but they still look beautiful.

He stares into my eyes and says, "Puck. Thank you so much for cleaning me up. I could've done it myself you know."

"You were crying, and plus, shoved into a locker."

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time I was shoved into a locker, but the slushy thing is definitely a new experience…" He looks away from me and almost looks like he was about to start crying again.

"Hey. Don't cry, Blaine. I've been hit with a slushy before and I know what they are like. The first time getting slushied really is the worst, but I can guarantee you that that was the last slushy you'll ever receive."

"…What do you mean, Puck? You're not going to go beat up the guys who did this to me, are you?"

"No. I'm just going to tell them to leave you alone."

He chuckles a bit, and says, "Puck, while I appreciate you just talking to them, how exactly will you telling them to leave me alone work?"

"It's like you don't know me at all, man! I'm Puckzilla. The biggest badass at McKinley. One look at people and they're running away. So when I tell them to leave you alone, trust me, they will."

He smiles a little. "While I'd love to sit and chat with you, Puck, I need to figure out what I'm going to do with my clothes. I don't have any ext-""Oh I have some extra clothes in the locker room, if you need some." I say, interrupting him.

He looks at me in confusion, but it turns into relief. "Really, Puck? You'd do that for me?" He says.

"Look. I know we aren't that close, but I consider you as one of my good friends. Plus, I owe you after helping me study for that stupid history test until 4 in the morning." I say with a smile on my face. He looks at me, his eyes watering a bit. He doesn't answer me, but nods his head. I open the bathroom door for him, and I wait for him to walk out of the bathroom. I catch a glimpse of his ass swaying. Jesus, it looks magnificent! I slap myself to remember that this isn't the time to be looking at Blaine's ass. It's too late though, as I already have a hard-on in my pants.

Think of Coach Sylvester. Think of Coach Sylvester. Think of Coach Sylvester.

It goes down. Thank God. I realize I've been standing in the bathroom for 5 minutes now, when I look up and see Blaine standing at the doorway, looking at me weirdly. "Um, are you coming or what? I come back in here and see you looking into dead air. What were you thinking about that made you sit there for 5 minutes straight?"

I quickly shake my head and say, "Oh, just about school." He looks as if I'm stupid. "Puck. You hate school, so why would you be thinking about it so thoughtfully?"

"You know, let's just-let's just forget about it. Let's go to the locker room." I say as I walk out the bathroom door, feeling like a complete ass. He catches up to me as we head to the locker room. When we get there, I go straight for my locker. He's behind me, looking away as I put in my lock combination. I open it and pull out a shirt, sweatpants, and some boxers.

"Here you go, man. It might be a little big for you, but hopefully they'll fit." I say with a bit of nervousness in my voice. He looks at the clothes, then at me, and smiles. "Puck, this is very generous of you. Thank you."

I start to feel butterflies in my stomach when he responds. I can't help but smile like an idiot, which he giggles at, and says, "You're smile is so weird, Puck." He says. "Well, that's just how I am, baby." He smirks at that comment and looks at the clothes, his smile fades. He now has a nervous, half-smile and says, "Um, Puck?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you, you know, turn around? I know you're straight and all, but I feel weird changing in front of you."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to…uh…yeah…I'll just…turn around now…" I can't believe I'm fumbling with my words. I hear some rustling of clothes, so I turn my head slightly to see if I can catch a glimpse of him. He's in boxers only….his abs….his arms….his whole upper body….dear God. I feel my dick hit my jeans and I am amazed by Blaine's body. So amazed, I think I start to drool, because my mouth is open, and I feel some sort of thick liquid come out of my mouth.

He looks up at me and I quickly turn around. Oh shit, what if I've just been caught? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hear him say, "Okay, you can turn around now." Oh, I guess he didn't see me then. I turn around and see him dressed in my clothes. If my dick couldn't get any harder at this point…

I try to think of something to say so I don't make this any more awkward, so I say, "Wow. They fit….wow…um…so…you good now…?" He looks at me with his head tilted, and says, "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks Puck, for everything." Blaine looks down, then back up at me. We get caught in each other's eyes for about a minute, but he looks away and says, "So, I should get back to class. Thanks again, Puck."

He looks at me, smiles, and leaves.

I sit here, in silence, trying to piece together what the fuck just happened. Did I….Did I just….Is this a dream? I pinch myself to make sure, and yeah…it's real life.

I can't believe this just happened. I spent a good hour helping, talking, and comforting the person I have feelings for. Not to mention I saw him in just underwear. His body is just….ugh….incredible.

I am still in disbelief, when I feel my cock still hard against my jeans. I say, "Well, at least I have a mental image now. Might as well go take care of it."