Title: Heal Me

Pairing: Puck/Kurt SLASH

Rating: M, for Language and Smut? (I question smut as I've never written it, makes me cringe writing it, love reading it, but writing it is different, but i shall try if the story calls for it... and come on, its a Puck centered story, course it's gonna involve sexy times, though I shall warn you before hand, just in case)

Disclaimer: Not know why we have to write this stupid things, but evidently I'm not Ryan Murphay, if i was, i wouldn't be writing fanfic, but instead portraying this on the show.

PS. Please review if you got a spare minute, unless you're a writer yourself, you have no idea how much they help steer you in the right direction and motivate you.

Chapter 1: Brittana to the rescue.

"Dude, Puck just got his ass kicked and thrown in the dumpster by Rick the Stick" Finn Hudson shouted to nobody in particular as he stormed in the choir room at the beginning of Glee.

Everyone was preoccupied, doing their own thing when the dopey giant boy entered the room. Santana Lopez's head quickly shot up upon hearing this news, her eyes narrowed on Finn.

"Why?" The Latina asked as she looked around the room, observing the other Gleeks completely ignore the new gossips, much to her annoyance. The fact that nobody other than Finn showed any sort of emotion to the news that their fellow club member just got beat up wasn't surprising to Santana, but still seriously annoyed her. She and Puck had been friends since forever, maybe even before the badass befriended Frankenteen and the pair even lost their virginities to each other back in 8th grade. Their friendship may be volatile and polluted with dramas, sexts, random hook-ups, bastard children and switching teams but one thing that remained was loyalty. Puck was fiercely protective and loyal to Santana and vice versa.

"Because the guy is a dick and nobody really likes him?" Sugar spoke up, eyes remaining on her phone as she texts, probably her father for more cash. The other Glee club members nodded their heads in agreement and a few had the nerve to laugh. "Sorry, Asparagus" she finished, no sounding remotely sorry at all.

At this, Santana blood, which was already simmering from the news that her closes friend got done in, finally boiled over. She calmly kissed Brittany and gently removed the blond from her lap, much to the displeasure of the ditzy cheerio who was busy making origami figures from sheet music for her freakishly obese cat, Lord Tubbington.

Once Santana got to her feet, she smoothed down her black skin tight dress and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail. None of the glee kids paid her any attention (sans Britt and Finn) as she delicately picked up the chair she was previously sitting on and with great ease, threw it across the choir room, causing the remaining students to jump and look directly at the angered woman.

"Fucking cunts, the lot of you. Bowtie Blaine gets slushied by some gay Barbie and we go all Spy kids on their arse. Barbara gets egged by her psycho ex and we become over determined to destroy his choir, Lady Hummel gets thrown around the place and we all go Karate kid on Karosky's ass, but the second Puck gets attacked, we just bat a fucking eyelid? Not on my watch" Santana screamed, her voice cracked with emotion. The serious double standards in her group was disgusting and she would take the opportunity to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on them while Mr. Shue was out of the room, probably trying to get his dick wet by a certain big eyed, ginger neat freak.

"Why did he get beat up?" Kurt asked, much to everyone's surprise, well maybe not everyone, Santana had always known Lady Hummel was very anti-bullying, given the fucked up year he had last year with his gay teddy bear stalker.

"Because he came to the school wearing a dress and called himself Lola" Finn answered, obviously channelling Santana's loyalty and anger, Point to Frankenteen in Satan's books. "And the only reason he wore that damn dress was because he thought he was helping the team with the whole Unique thing"

Rachel Berry, threw her hand over her mouth and started tearing up, which was so obviously fake that it was sickening. Her reaction was simply because she was trying to 'care' about all team members instead of only herself, plus seeing her fiancés anger probably called for the supportive wife role.

Blaine simply casted his eyes down and slowly shook his head as if to say 'what a shame'. Santana didn't even care for his opinion anyway, the bowtie kleptomaniac never spoke to Puck, not once. Besides she was still pissed at him for not even thanking her when she went to confront Sebastian Smythe for him a couple of months back. To Santana, Blaine was simply a fucktard who clung to tightly to Kurt, dragged him down and tried steal his spotlight.

Speaking of Kurt, his reaction was somewhat better and much more appreciated by the Latina, he just simply stared his baby blues into Finns eyes, clenched his fists and tensed his jaw. The action proved that he genuinely cared about the situation and yet didn't over do it by going all drama queen up in this joint.

Quinn looked simply fed up of the whole thing, Puck and his badass, trouble making ways. The jocks and their need to demonstrate authority with fists and the lack of love from the others to her baby daddy. Why couldn't you love him Quinn, instead of being pissed off that others don't. That man who is currently somewhere battered and bruised, loved you and all your bitchy crazy and you just broke his heart and throw that bastard child away to someone you met two minutes prior in the hospital. Thinking of Puckerman's location -

"Where is he? I wanna see him" Lopez snapped at Finn, venting her anger out on him as she usually did, luckily Frankenteen had somewhat become immune to Santana's rage and didn't even flinch when being addressed so spitefully. Another point for the dork.

"Home, with Sarah and his mum. Coach Beiste cleaned him up and gave him the rest of the day off while she dealt with Rick. I phoned him, but he told me he didn't want any visitors and he'll be in tomorrow" He replied, addressing the whole room, which was completely unnecessary considering no one was paying attention anymore, except for Santana, Britt and Kurt. Point to Lady Hummel. Brittany had to listen and be concerned, Puck was her girlfriends closest friend, but Kurt had no reason to still show concern, apart from the whole bullying bit, but concern was concern either way, and Santana was completely grateful for it.

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"You're still upset about Moses aren't you?" Brittany stated while the two girls were locked away in the blondes bedroom that night. Both had just finished a massive meat feast pizza and currently laid sluggishly on the bed, waiting for their movements to become less lethargic so they could get their wanky on.

"Noah, babes. Puck's first name is Noah sweetie, not Moses" Santana reminded her girlfriend while she gently brushed the blonde hair, which currently lay in her lap. "And yes, I am. I'm angry and upset."

"Why are you angry? Puck looked after himself and didn't get knocked about to badly" Brittany tried a reassuring smile from the brunettes lap, but it never reached her eyes. The fact to the blonde was taking this seriously, brought comfort to Santana.

"Because he's lonely and nobody cares. His two best friends both have somewhat deserted him since finding partners, I have you and Finchel is still sickeningly strong. But Noah doesn't have that person, the girl to love him and keep him safe and put him in line and rid him of his lonely existence" If Santana had said that to anyone other than Brittany and with such raw emotion behind it, she would shoot herself in the face, but that was truly how she felt, yet she was powerless to do anything about it.

"Well, why don't we find him that person?"

"What?

"I mean, Puck isn't going to go looking for them, he's never felt that to know what it's like to miss it, so for now he knows no different and presumes loneliness is the normal for him. So why don't we find him someone to love who will love him back equally" Brittany declared, pulling herself up off her girlfriends lap and sitting on her own legs while looking at her beautiful woman in front of her.

"How? Puck's had most of the girls at school and the cougars in this town, they only use him for sex, they don't care about him in the way he needs it" Santana said, ad the began to brush her own hair as opposed to Brittany's.

"Who said it has to be a girl, why can't it be Kurt Hummel?" Brittany whispered as if she might be overheard if she spoke any louder. Both the statement and the whispered action received a frown from the Latina.

"Puckerman is straight sweetheart".

"So were we, until we found each other I mean. Puckie isn't much different from us. We used to fuck and use guys for comfort and we were fucking miserable, once we took that leap and started showing our friendship through our lady kisses we realised our platonic love wasn't so platonic after all. And here we are, realising that we love each other more than anyone else when once upon a time we would of thought the idea was ridiculous. We are a miracle baby, lets share it with Puck as to cure his loneliness and broken heart" Brittany stated, resuming her forming position and laying back on her girls lap.

"You really are the smartest, most caring person I know Britt. I love you so much" Santana stated, relishing in the love and warmth that flowed through her body for the girl her heart belonged to. Yeah Brittany can be incredibly ditzy and live in her own world, but she understood people better than anyone, and as crazy as it sounded, with Noah 'womanizing-badass-straight up' Puckerman turning gay, the reality is, if you look at living proof with Brittana, it could possibly work. "But Kurt is already taken darling, as much as that Plaine Anderson annoys me, I'm not going to break them up and the off chance that Puck decides to try a cock out"

"We don't have to get Puck and Kurt together in a relationship straight away, that won't work. We can introduce them into a friendship, a proper friendship outside of Glee. Kurt has super soft lips and is an awesome kisser and Pucks kind of a man whore, so sooner or later he is gonna wanna kiss him. Add that sexy kiss with pure loyalty and respect that Kurt always has and they are bound to fall in love" Brittany smiled and leaned up to steal a chaste kiss from Santana.

"We've still got a warbler in the equation though"

"Not necessarily, Blaine's already having issues with Kurt graduating and he's gonna cheat on Kurt, if he goes to New York, with a guy called Eli. C from Grindr or facebook"

Santana frowned and narrowed her eyes on the blonde "and how do you know this"

"Lord Tubbington told me a couple of weeks ago, although I did catch him buying crack from stoner Brett the other day, so he could have been high, I suppose" Brittany said, snuggling deeper into Santana's lap and letting sleep overtake her.

Santana just sat there, with her back against the bed frame, rethinking and analyzing everything her woman had just said, not the whole Physic stoned cat that travels into the future bit, for obvious reasons, but the rest of it. Hummel was one of the friendliest people she knew, plus she knew that Lady Lips thought Noah was hot, because come on, who doesn't. If Puck ever found love with someone who would love him back, than Puck would make an excellent boyfriend, way better than oblivious, cling-on, take the role my boyfriend wanted, Blaine Devon Anderson. If Puck took the risk to let his guard down around Kurt and actually showed him the real Noah, and Kurt became comfortable in the 'studs' presence, then there was every possibility they would fall in love and help heal each other of their issues and woes.

That's it, as of tomorrow, operation 'love pummel' was about to begin. Watch out boys, Auntie Snix's is about, and she gone gets what she wants.

Should I Continue?

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