A/N: Hi guys ! I haven't been here in like forever, but here I am with a new story.

First of all I want to apologize to all of those who follow my other stories for not updating in months. I've had a horrible case of writer's block, mixed in with a very bad couple of months. I really hope to update those other stories because I don't want to give up on them.

Second of all, I've been writing this story since December, I think, so a lot of what happened in season three won't be in this fic.

In this story we'll see Kurt and Puck in senior year as well as what happen after that, that's why there's a month and a year at the top of each chapter.

Warnings: M/M action, minor character's death. I think that's all for now, I don't want to give away all the story just now.

I just want to add one little thing, this chapter is more of a prologue that's why it is so short, the story starts on next chapter.

Prologue: October 2013

Puck.

Void.

That's the only word Puck could find to qualify what he was facing.

Emptiness.

In fact, there were other words to describe it, but they were all more alarming.

Resignation.

This one was the worst of all and it was also the strongest.

One year and a half. It had been one year and a half since the last time he had seen those eyes, but were they really the same ? They looked entirely different, it was not in the color, even though they looked slightly darker, it was in the way they didn't show any emotion.

They were once blue-gray eyes that sparkled with life. They used to be filled with laughter, joy or even anger, there was always an emotion discernible in them. They used to be filled with affection for the loved ones, full of love . These eyes used to be some days the only thing that could make Puck smile. Puck used to see them passionate, even filled with lust and Puck used to love that look.

Of course, Puck had been expecting to find him changed after sixteen months. But the change he expected could never make him sadder and angrier than he was now. He was even questioning if the person right in front of him really was the one he thought it was. The features were the same, even though he looked thinner, but that was all. The posture was completely different, no more high chin, no more pride, no more bitchy looks. His shoulders were down, so were his chin and head.

He was no longer wearing weird outfits that he only could pull off. His come-and-fuck-me jeans were no longer here, they had turned into old classic loose jeans that didn't fit him at all. He was wearing a hoodie and his hair was cut short so the usual bangs that used to fall on his forehead were not here anymore.

"I'm so sorry."

This voice. This high-pitched sound that Puck loved so much, it was what assured Puck that he was facing the person he thought he was facing.

It took him one second to notice all the changes through the surprise he felt at seeing him. Then, there was a flash of surprise in those eyes, the only proof that they weren't dead. Puck blinked and when he opened his eyes again he was already walking fast in the opposite direction Puck was going in.

"Wait !" He called out after him. His body stilled for a second but he didn't turn his head back towards Puck.

From the back Puck would have never recognized him.

Kurt was not the same anymore. That person was only a stranger living in Kurt's body. A stranger who had gone through very bad things and wasn't hoping for anything to go better.

Puck looked at the shadow that was now Kurt for one more second before running after him.

A/N: So, here we are. Any thoughts ?

I'll probably update the next chapter very soon and it really is longer than this one.

I hope you liked it.

Love you all.

Ant.

=)

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