A/N: Okay so this is my first published story and it's a drabble, I'm thinking about making it a two shot though. So let me know what you guys think and thanks for reading
He didn't know why, all he knew was that he had to run. He had to keep on running until he got to the safest place that he could remember. When he got there Puck pulled his phone out and texted him that he was outside. Two minutes later a tired and concerned Kurt let him in.
"What happened? Why are you here?" Kurt asked rubbing his eyes and turning on a light when they made it to his bedroom.
Puck didn't want to answer the first question, and he felt like he didn't have to; it was always the same thing. The last thing he'd remembered was walking, to nowhere in particular. He was just walking, he needed fresh air. Then there were a lot of noises and he'd run. He'd run to where he always runs when he gets like this. He looked up and saw Kurt looking at him concerned, so instead of telling him what happened and keeping Kurt from another night's sleep he decided to answer the second question, "You're my safe house" Puck said and he took Kurt's hands in his and brought them both up to his lips and kissed each one before putting them back down.
Puck led himself and Kurt to Kurt's bed and they lay down next to each other. Puck lazily pulled his shirt off like he always does. They've done every night since Puck had come back from Afghanistan. His therapist, whom Kurt suggested, said it was best to have someone around who he trusted while he worked through his PTSD, and when he had one of his episodes he always came back to the same person.
"I love you" Puck said softly and kissed his ear. Kurt snuggled back into him and he finally felt at ease, he finally felt tired. Kurt's breathing lulled him into a nightmare free slumber.