A/N: Hi guys, I'm back with a sequel for Time to leave. It will be a mutlichapter sequel with at least ten chapters.

For those who are reading this and haven't read Time to leave, I advise you to read it. You won't understand everything if you read it independantly.

I really hope that those who asked for this sequel will like it.

If you could review to let me know what you think of this, it would be awesome !

Love you all.

Ant.

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Chapter 1:

He was holding his hand. Maybe he could not feel him but at least, if he did, he knew that he was not alone.

"You're strong, you can do it." He said, sending all the psychological support he could give. "I can't do anything without you, you know that. Don't let me down, please."

Kurt had come back home from university, three hours before. He had had a good day, he loved what he studied. He had chosen to study American literature much to everyone's surprise.

All his friends thought he would go to New York and start fashion designer study, so they had all thought he had lost his mind when he decided to do literature. Mercedes had taken it on Puck, thinking that Kurt had given up on fashion to go back to San Francisco with his boyfriend. Truth was, Puck had been very supportive of Kurt and had tried to convince him to follow what he had always been dreaming of. But Kurt had grown a big interest in literature during senior year and had decided to follow this way instead of fashion. Puck had been very happy, of course, because there was one of the best literature university in San Francisco and it was Kurt's first choice.

Meanwhile, Puck had graduated too, much to everyone's dismay. During senior year, Kurt had offered to help him many times with his work but Puck had always claimed that he wanted to do it on his own. And he had succeeded. His grades were not the best but they were enough for him to graduate. He was still determined to form a rock band, so when they had finally come back to San Francisco, he had found a job as mechanic in the same place as one and a half year before. This way he earned money for them and did something until he had his band.

Aunt Helen had offered them to live at her place until they gathered enough money to find their own place. The boys had said yes and had a really nice time living with her and her girlfriend. Helen was an artist who sold paintings and sculptures, so, she often had to leave town for a few days for exhibitions. That left the two boys alone in her big apartment and they went back to their old habits of acting like kids.

That was one thing that made that Puck and Kurt were lucky to have found each other, they could be very mature when needed, but when it came to being alone together, they could shamelessly act like little kids without laughing at each other. And it didn't stop them from having intense sex sessions all around the apartment.

Puck had finally recovered from what had happened in juvie. After the first day of trial, the Lima most read newspaper had written an article about the trial. The next day, three young men, all Puck's age, had sued Max for the same reasons. A family had sued him for leading their son to suicide. The boy had been in juvie for one week for a minor misdemeanor, when he was released he had told his family what happened and the following night had opened his wrists, not being able to bear the memories.

The trial lasted months and Puck had a hard time making school and his personal life cope with it. People watched him in the streets, wondering if he really was the boy that had been raped in prison. At one point he hardly could stand going outside his house. When Max had finally been convicted, people started looking at Puck with sympathy and his life was almost back to normal.

One of the first days of school, Karofsky had attacked Kurt again when he had found him alone, but Kurt had been able to defend himself and Karofsky had been expelled from McKinley. After that, school went well. Of course, some students were staring at them, they were not used to see two boys holding hands and kissing. Even less the former number one badass with the resident queer. But they could handle stares, they had been through way worse, and the idea of going back to San Francisco after the end of the year made it easy to bear.

After their graduation Burt had tried to convince them to stay in Ohio, or at least to go in New York or Chicago. Kurt knew it was hard for Burt to see his son leave at the other end of the country with his boyfriend, and, even if he had known since they had come back, that they'd leave again, it was very hard for him to handle. Carole had helped him to go through this, Burt had grown attached to his step-son and Finn had decided to stay in Lima to work with Burt so he had, at least, one son left.

"So here we are." Puck had said with a huge grin on his face when they were sitting in the plane going back to the life they had left one and a half year ago.

"Here we are." Kurt had answered smiling back. It had been hard saying goodbye to everyone. Their friends and families had thrown a surprise party the day before, giving them presents, photo frames with pictures of them and their friends, a lot of things that made Kurt cry.

"It's gonna be awesome." Puck had said. "It's been frustrating me not to live together last year, you have no idea."

"Yes I have an idea Noah, I do." Kurt had replied, their parents allowed them one night together per week which was awful after living together for so many weeks. And now real freedom was back. Finally.

The first few months in San Francisco had been amazing, Kurt had quickly gotten accustomed to university and Puck loved his work.

Until that night, Kurt had been thinking that he didn't deserve to be that happy. He was going home from university when Aunt Helen had announced him the worst news ever.

"Kurt, Noah was going home from work and he... He got hit by a car. The driver was drunk, he hadn't noticed the red light." She said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"What are you trying to tell me ?" Kurt asked. "Where is Noah ? He can't be dead, he can't." Kurt said panicking.

"He's not dead, he's at the hospital." She said. "I was waiting for you, to take you with me." Kurt's world was going upside-down. Noah was the one person he could not lose, he loved him too much to lose him. Kurt found it hard to move, he wanted to see Puck, to talk to him, to touch him, but he didn't know in what state he would find his boyfriend in. "Let's go Kurt." Helen said, taking Kurt's hand.

And now, Kurt was sitting in the hospital, holding a comatose Puck's hand.

"You're strong, you can do it. I can't do anything without you, you know that. Don't let me down, please." Kurt said, crying. All the doctor had said was that Puck's state was stable, but they could not determine if he would wake up or not. "We've been through so many things Noah. We've survived everything, don't let a stupid drunk driver kill you. I promise you I'll stay here as long as you need me to. I'll never leave you alone Noah. Just don't leave me alone as well. I love you too much to lose you now."