I Get Lonely Too

Chapter Three

"Puck?" Blaine asks.

I can't say anything. The nerves I had from this morning returned in full force and I'm speechless. I keep trying to say something, but all that comes out is….nothing. He looks at me with a worried look. "Puck? Are you okay?" I try to talk again, but alas, no words.

"Alright, since you're not answering me, I guess I'll just go…"

Shit. Here I am, being all scared of saying something, and he's now walking away from me. Come on Puck. Talk. I grab his arm and stop him. As he turns to me, his eyes look like they're filled with confusion and a bit of fear.

"Hey…"

"Oh, so now we're talking?" He says with half a smile.

"Look, you just…you surprised me. I didn't expect to see anyone out in the halls, especially you, nancy boy." I need to stop being nervous around Blaine.

He chuckles at this and shows his beautiful smile. "Nancy boy. That's a new one."

"Sarcasm?" I ask.

"No, no sarcasm intended. I found it funny, actually."

He finds my nickname funny. He likes it. FUCK YES. Oh, shit. Back to reality, Puck. "So what exactly are you doing out of class at this time?" I ask.

"Well, if you must know, I was going to go to Glee and figure out a song to sing for today. I don't know why, but I just feel like singing a solo today, that's if Mr. Schuester lets me."

"I'm sure Mr. Schuester won't care. Plus, you have an amazing voice and you're an awesome dancer."

He smiles brightly. "Thanks, Puck. That's awfully kind of you!"

We get lost in each other's eyes. God, I love these moments. They simply are the best. I just wish I could stare into those eyes every night. We don't even have to have sex; just simple cuddling or lying in bed would be nice. God, I really am turning into Hummel…

He finally breaks away from the eye contact and says, "Well, I should probably get going. I have a lot of music to go through!" I immediately think of an idea and say, "Hey, I can…help you…you know…pick out music…or help you…if you want…"

He looks at me like he's analyzing me and it makes me nervous. Maybe he knows. Oh shit. Good job, Puck. He breaks out into a smile and says, "Sure! I could actually use an extra hand in finding music. I usually have an easy time finding music on my own, but today has been, strangely different."

"Tell me about it." I say.

I close my locker and start to walk with him to Glee.

"So…" I say.

"So…what?" He asks.

"How about the weather?" Nice one, Puck.

He smiles and says, "Yeah. It's very nice outside. I'd rather be out there than in here."

"You an outdoors gay, Anderson?" What the fuck, dude? Did you really just ask him that?

He shakes his head and chuckles. "No, but when it's nice outside, like right now, I do enjoy lying in the grass, looking up at the clouds, and just, relaxing. Those days are my favorite kind of days."

His favorite kind of days; nice, sunny days, lying in grass, looking up at clouds, and relaxing. Mental note.

"That…actually sounds…nice." I say.

"Yeah. It is nice, but I don't get to do it very often anymore…"

"Why not?"

He looks at me for a moment, but looks down and continues walking. He sighs. "Just…those days…remind me of better times, when I wasn't bullied or….when I had someone special to spend it with…and…it just brings up painful memories…"