Tic, toc. Tic, toc. Tic, toc.

Time is fleeting, ephemeral; it's incredible how it's such a big deal when it can't be seen, or touched, or grasped. It's funny how it exists within the realm of human fantasy.

Hilarious, stupid.

But, still, time goes by. And we go by.

A week is made out of seven days (168 hours, 10080 minutes. God knows how many seconds). That's how long Puck lasts, until he's got to confront her.

"So, why'd you do it?" She's so pristine, and looks lonely ( ...pale skin and a uniform that doesn't fit right -so wrong wrong wrong- and an immaculate I'm fine, thanks for asking. that was so much bullshit it was ridiculous).

Rachel (pretty, naive, possibly dysfunctional in more than one sense) bites her lips and looks like she could either start crying or break into a song at any moment Both possibilities frighten (and/or irritate, to be fair and honest and shit) Puck.

But she doesn't go with any of those options, she just grabs his shoulders and stands on her toes. He's then met with an intense gaze, full of mixed emotions, and swirling colours; and, whoa, Berry's got prettier eyes than he remembered.

"You saw it." She stops, bites her lip, seems to get a little lost inside her own musings

(whichever they are). Then she goes on, rushed, anxious: her voice dripping emotion and sincerity, "It's not just me being paranoid or controlling. He wasn't happy there. He isn't happy there, Noah. He's just... He's not."

She doesn't sound scared. She sounds concerned. So concerned, that Puck is the one left pretty scared.

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In seven days, two hundred and fifty messages are sent.

Within the first two days Puck starts feeling lighter, after he notices that every reply he gets is clever and witty, sophisticated and covered in ahealthy dose of sarcasm. It convinces him about the fact that underneath it all, Kurt's still himself.

So wassup?

You, apparently. Have you taken notice of the time, Noah? It's 2 a.m.

Dont b a buzzkilla dude

Will grammar really bite your head off if you approach it?

oh dont get in my case hummel. u make me feel unloved

This is too much for me. I'm heading for bed. Do the same, and if you don't, still refrain from keeping me updated.

u know u love me ;)

Goodnight, Noah.

(Puck wants more. Wants to talk for hours, to be there, to let the other kid vent. To get closer, to help.To bring him back. Despite his understanding of the situation.

Puck also doesn't want to scare him away, so he sticks with the playful banter.)

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