He can't get away with this, it's not cool.

Puck slowly walked out of his house and jumped into his truck as he thought about all that had happened just twenty four hours earlier…

He had been casually taking a shower, after basketball, when he overheard Karofsky talking about how he kept attacking the /homosexuals/ of the school. He was bragging about it and suggested that Santana would be the next one to run away and start attending some all-girl school. Now, this was just how Karofsky was but Puck was sick of it, he hated that Kurt had left due to him and he actually cared about Santana which caused him to walk out of the shower. Puck had thrown on a towel before he had stormed over to Karofsky and attacked him.

It wasn't a smart thing to do but Puck rarely thought about things before taking action and this little attack had ended with both Karofsky and himself being suspended with a possibility of expulsion. Not only was /this/ a possible issue but Puck also had a meeting with his social worker and probation officer who suggested that there was a chance he would be heading back to Juvie; or worse.

With this slight fear, Puck stepped out of his truck and glanced up to the tall unfamiliar Karofsky household. He knew that he had started the fight but he also knew he was only doing it to stand up for people he cared for. This left him with the assumption that he could /convince/ Karofsky to take the blame or he would make sure he got in trouble for openly bullying outed homosexuals. Yes, it seemed like a plausible plan.

He strolled up to the house and knocked on the door, knowing that they would be alone considering that it was midday and everyone else would be at work or school. Stepping back slightly, Puck tapped his foot on the floor and folded his arms, just hoping that this would go okay.

"What do you want?"

Karofsky soon opened the door and just shook his head at the sight of Puck; he obviously wasn't exactly over the moon with joy for seeing him.

"We've gotta talk, so you either let me in or we do this out here, with everyone in your neighbourhood watching us!"

Puck snapped but kept his cool, tilting his head to one side as he raised an eyebrow. It didn't take much intimidation before Karofsky stepped aside and allowed the mohawked bad-ass to walk inside, which he did. He strolled into the nice house and headed straight for the living room where he stood in the centre and waited for Karofsky to join him.

"Look, you need to take the shit for this. You will probably just get a slap on the wrist and end up back in school but I am looking at Juvie again which is /not/ cool"

Puck sighed, placing his hands on his waist as he talked.

"Why would I give a shit about you going back to Juvie, you started this by attacking me in the locker room so you brought this on yourself"

"Only 'cause you were talking shit about Lopez and Hummel, bragging about being a homophobic bully!"

Puck found himself getting more annoyed by just being around Karofsky but Karofsky didn't seem at all bothered by it, he wasn't facing that much trouble.

"So? It's a free country and I am allowed to hate the fact that we have fags in the school"

Karofsky shrugged, carelessly as he looked at Puck.

"You're wasting your time here Puckerman, I am not going to take the blame for you attacking me so you may as well go home and make the most of your freedom before they lock you up!"

He spoke with a slight smirk which only managed to coax Puck more, making him lurch towards him with his fists already flying towards the other boys face. Karofsky blocked his punches and kicked Puck which just rolled into one very physical fight breaking out in Karofsky's living room. Puck didn't really care right now, he just couldn't stand how Karofsky was and just wanted to /make/ him take the blame, not thinking that this fight would also go against him.

"You're only making this worse for yourself!"

Karofsky shouted at Puck while he kept on defending himself from his punches and kicks. This carried on for a few moments before Karofsky managed to push him back far enough so that he could walk away and out of his house.

"The fuck are you going?"

Puck instantly followed him out and hurried to catch up with him, grabbing his arm to make him turn back.

"Don't be a fucking pussy, this isn't over!"

He shouted, not caring that there were many curtains twitching with people witnessing their public fight. Karofsky just shrugged him away before he carried on walking along the road, leaving Puck to follow after him and grab his arm again.

"Just leave me the fuck alone, Puckerman!"

Karofsky shouted and shoved back harshly, throwing the mohawked bad-ass back a few feet and on to the road.

"Fucking pussy, you can't even…."

That was all Puck managed to say before he felt the full force of a car colliding into the back of his legs, throwing him up over the bonnet and back down on to the road.

Puckerman…..dude, you okay? Yo, Puckerman say something….

Puck could hear the annoying but panicked voice of Karofsky but he simply couldn't find the energy to actually talk back. All he could do was lay there as people rushed around him, the driver and Karofsky kneeled down beside him as someone called the paramedics. His entire body ached as he tried to fight the urge to close his eyes but this soon became too much as he allowed them to fall shut…..as his body became ice cold and his heartbeat slowed down.

What have I done? Shit, I didn't mean for this to happen…..I didn't, don't fucking do this to me.

Puck heard those last few words coming from Karofsky as he slowly slipped away; half knowing that dying was going to be better than prison….