Thanks for the reviews! And I know that the fight is a little unclear, but Blaine doesn't know either who is helping him. He can't think that Sam is helping him as he never met Sam before… And that thing about Schuester… First time that I wrote that chapter Blaine joined the Glee club. But my friends wanted me to change it… they don't want him to be happy!

Rated: M for now…

Warnings: Someone dies… not someone you know!

Words:3162

Disclaimer: I own nothing!


(Puck)

Detention was fun! We had to clean up some weird room. I never been there before, but no one was paying attention to us. We were throwing around with some stuff and when Sylvester came by we acted like the perfect students. Of course she didn't buy it, but she never trusts students so who cares. For the first time I didn't want to leave school. No I'm just kidding. Of course I was glad when Sylvester told us to go. And it surprised me how fast Blaine was out of the room as soon as she told us to leave. He'd said that he had to go home right after school, but I didn't expect it to be so important.

"Bye dude!" I shouted to Finn as I left the school almost half an hour later than Blaine. I walk slowly to my car, because I'm in no rush. My mother and sister won't be home so there is no one who will miss me if I'm late. But first I have to go to the hospital. I need to get some medicines for my mother. And I don't really know why I have to go to an hospital for that, but mam told me to. So I'm driving slowly that way while listening to some good music.


(Blaine)

Fuck detention. Now I'll be late home and my father and his friend Chris are gonna kill me. They already hate me because I'm gay and now I don't listen to them too. Maybe it's better if I don't go home. I can just stay in the car and go to school tomorrow and make sure I won't be late tomorrow. But then he'll kill me tomorrow. I can better face my father and his big friend today.

When I arrive at my house I see that the door is open. Shit. He is waiting for me behind the door. There can't be another reason for the opened door. No one ever let the door open in their house. That was one of the most important rules in the house. Besides no boyfriends, friends and fun. I step out of my car and walk into the house. My heart is bounding really fast. What if he is waiting for me. Fuck! There's lots of blood on the floor. Shit! What the fuck happened?

"Sir! Dad! Chris!" I scream. Shit what should I do. I can still leave, but then I saw a little girl. The girl was not more than four years old and she was covered in blood. "Shit, are you okay?" I try to feel her heartbeat, but I don't feel anything. Shit she is dead. There is lying a dead little girl in my house.

"Dad! Chris!" my screaming gets louder and louder, but no one is answering me. Shit. I run and try to find my father. I open every door I can find and eventually I see more blood, what is probably leading me to more people. I walk into the room and see my father lying on a table. He was unconscious. I ran to my dad and start looking for a heartbeat and I'm relieved as I find one this time. I start looking for a phone, but I can't find one. I have to carry him with me to my car. Why was I late? Maybe if I was home in time this didn't happen. And maybe it did, but then I had to go to the hospital too. If I was lucky and didn't die like the little girl did.

After a few minutes I was sitting in my car again and driving to the hospital. I tried not to think about what could happen with my father. I just drive and make sure that I don't kill myself by driving into a ditch or something. When I see the hospital I don't even think about parking my car. I immediately jump out of my car and take my father with me.

"I need a doctor! Now!" I scream as I walk into the hospital. Someone walks up to Blaine and takes my father away from me. He tells me to wait. I can't wait. Did Chris do this? That can't be true? Why would Chris do something like that? My father and Chris were friends, right? I have lots of questions and someday I'll have the answers.


(Puck/Blaine)

"Blaine?" Blaine looked up from where he was sitting in the waiting room as he heard his name.

"Puck, what are you doing here?"

"I need to get some medicines for my mother" Puck answers and Blaine nods. "And what are you doing here?"

"Uhm… well… my father… I think he fell or something." When Blaine answered Puck's question a doctor walks into the waiting room.

"Blaine Anderson?" Blaine nods and the doctor continues.

"It's not going well with your dad. We're gonna operate him, but be prepared for the worst" Blaine nods and the doctor walks away. Puck, who had overheard the conversation between the doctor and Blaine stand up and sat down again next to Blaine.

"Blaine, what really happened?" Asked Puck politely, but Blaine didn't answer.

"Blaine" Puck puts his hand kindly on Blaine's shoulder. "I know that we just met, but please tell me. What happened with your dad?" Blaine doesn't like the attention from Puck. And he knows that Puck won't stop with questioning until Blaine gives an answer.

"I don't know. I came home. The door was opened and there was blood everywhere. I walked inside and… shit…" Suddenly Blaine remembered the girl, who is still lying in their house.

"What Blaine?"

"Nothing… I went to the basement and there I found my father on a table. Unconscious and covered in blood. I couldn't find my phone so I brought him to the hospital."

"And you really don't know anything else?" Puck asked curious. "What happened before today?"

"I don't know anything else Puck. Please shut up about it" Blaine almost started crying so Puck decided to keep quiet. He probably already asked to much.

"Noah Puckerman?"

"That's me!" answered Puck when a woman with some bag walked into the waiting room. The doctor handed Puck the medicines and Puck thanked her. After that the doctor left.

"Do you want me to stay?" Puck asks. Blaine wanted to say no, but he needs someone. He didn't dare to go home. What if Chris was the murderer. What if Chris had killed the girl and almost his father. Blaine nodded and Puck smiled. For some weird reason it felt good for Puck that Blaine needs him. Even if Blaine just needs someone and not him in particular.

It was quiet for a while. A few doctors walked into the waiting room, but no one was there for Blaine. Blaine and Puck were both watching TV. There was a little TV hanging in the waiting room and the news was on it and Puck and Blaine both watched attentively. Blaine was more staring at it, but he shocked as he saw a picture of a little girl on the screen. It was the girl, who is still lying in his house. On the picture she looks like a happy little girl with two braids in her hair. Blaine almost couldn't believe that this was the same girl as before.

"What's wrong?" Puck had seen Blaine's shocked face and was curious about what was going on in his mind.

"Nothing" Blaine says too fast. Puck doesn't have to say something. Puck just looks unbelievably at Blaine and Blaine knows that he has to say more.

"That girl."

"That one with the braids? Really sad that she is missing, right?" Puck says. Puck already thought that Blaine was a hypersensitive dude. And he thought it was sweet that he was so touched by this little girl.

"That's not it." Puck was surprised. "That girl. I saw her earlier today…" Blaine explains, he takes a deep breath and finished his sentence. "dead" Puck shocked. He hadn't expect this.

"What? You're sure? Then we have to call that number. Where have you seen her? "Puck couldn't help himself.

"At home" Blaine answers. Even if that place didn't feel like home. He does live there. "And yes I'm sure. That nose, those eyes, it's precisely her."

"And you're sure that's she is… you know… dead?" Puck asks uncomfortable. Blaine nodded. Puck immediately grabbed his phone out of his pocket.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asks. Even though Blaine already knows what Puck was doing.

"I'm gonna call that number, of course." Blaine was already typing the numbers in into his phone as Blaine hit his phone out of his hands.

"What the fuck, dude!" Puck says annoyed as he picked up his phone from the ground.

"You can't call. Just forget it, okay?"

"And why can't I call? That girl is dead and her parents deserve to know the truth." Puck says way to loud. When Puck again started to call Blaine didn't protest. Puck told the people on the phone about the girl. Blaine had answered Puck as he asked where he lives so they could pick the girl up. Blaine can't tell anyone about the murderer. That he probably knows him. Chris will kill him as soon as he finds out. And dying wasn't on his to do list.

While Puck was on the phone a doctor came out one of the rooms and walked towards Blaine.

"Blaine?" Blaine looks up and saw the same doctor as before standing in front of him.

"Yes!" Blaine says as he stands up. Puck stared at what Blaine's doing. He saw the doctor and decides to hang up the phone and then he went to stand next to Blaine.

"The operation went well. Your father is in room 72 and if you want you can see him. But he is still sleeping, so be quiet" Blaine's relieved when he hears this and he wasn't really happy about that. After everything that his father had done to him he still gave a lot of shit about him. He still cared. Blaine had no idea what he would do if his father died. Only one year after his mother died.

Blaine nods and follows the doctor who brought him to room 72. Puck had followed them too. He had asked Blaine if he wanted him to go with him to his father in the room, but Blaine didn't want that. He wanted to see his father alone. He had to face him alone even if he wouldn't say something to him. He probably wouldn't even realize that he is there. Blaine was sure that he was going to cry and he didn't want to cry in front of Puck. Normally he didn't care to cry in front of people, but with Puck it was different. With Puck is everything different.


(Puck)

Fuck. I thought I was going to get some medicines and then go home, but today was a weird day. I feel so sorry for Blaine, but I try not to let it show, because I'm sure that he doesn't want people to feel sorry for him. Because if he does he would tell everyone what is going on in his life. He would tell everyone how much his life sucks and everyone will feel sorry for him.

Blaine was so fucking broken, but still strong. When I saw him this morning he was so nervous, but he did try to hide it. It was actually kind of funny! But when I saw him in first in the hospital. When he walked through the door, holding his father. When the doctor came to him and took his father away. He looked so clueless and helpless. He looked like shit. Every time he looks at me I try to act like I'm fine. Like he isn't making me nervous. But to be honest. He does. He does make me nervous. He is the first person who makes me feel this way and I can't deny it.

Right now I'm waiting until he comes out of the room. He's by his father right now. Looking or something, because he had nothing else to do. The guy is still sleeping. I know I'm staring as I know someone calling me.

"Puck!" I look up and see Blaine standing in front of me. I saw the red spots on his face. I saw the red circles around his eyes. He cried. And I couldn't stop it.

"I'll bring you home" I stated and first Blaine looked okay with it. But suddenly he panicked.

"No!" Blain run to the doors and I followed him. I see Blaine standing by his car with his keys in his hands. I can't let him drive like this. Blaine stepped into his car. And I did the first thing that came up to me.

"Go away!" I heard him say. He was crying, but I didn't move. I'm standing in front of his car. I trust this boy. He won't drive. Not with me in front of his car. Blaine can't drive right now. He's way too emotional and if there is something I can do. I will. I walk to the door, open it and sit next to Blaine.

"Why can't I bring you home, Blaine. It doesn't matter what happened. I'm here to help you. At least if you want my help" I saw how Blaine turned around and looked me in my eyes. I saw how Blaine relaxed and I'm glad. I'm glad that I did something to relax him. But Blaine didn't answer my question. It was quiet for a few seconds until Blaine suddenly started to drive the car. Away from the hospital.

"Blaine? I don't care if you don't want to talk, normally I don't talk much too, but let's go to my house. My mom won't be there" I see how Blaine nods and the rest of the ride I gave instructions to Blaine. And after a few minutes Blaine was parking his car in front of my house.

"Welcome!" I say cheerfully as I had opened the door and Blain had set his first step in houses Puckerman. I watching as he looks around.

"I'm sorry about the mess. I didn't expect any visitors!" I say as I threw away some food from yesterday. I laughed as I saw how Blaine tried to hide his gape.

"Blaine, if you want you can sleep on my bed. I'll crash on the couch"

"That's not necessary, Puck. I'll sleep on the couch." Blaine answers politely, but I won't buy it. And I'm good at persuading. So after that I had given him a few reason to sleep in my bed he had surrendered.

"Here" I say as I give him one of my shirts and a sweatpants. "You can dress up in these" I say as I pull off my shirt. I see how Blaine uncomfortable swift with his legs, but I continue either way.

"Dude, are you gonna change your clothes or what?" But soon I realized that he must be shy or something. Where the hell is he shy of? He is fucking good looking. He probably has a six-pack. He's fucking hot.

"You don't have to be shy! You're fucking hot!" Ooh… shit… I did it again. Me and my stupid mouth. I don't wait until Blaine answers. I turn around and give Blaine more privacy so Blaine can change his clothes. But I'm too curious about his body. I want to see it so bad. I can't help myself. I turn around and I fear as I see him. I can only see his back yet, but it's covered with bandage and bruises. The bandage is covered with blood. Fuck. I get why it hurts as someone touches him. Without thinking about it I walk towards Blaine. I want to feel it. I want to be sure that it's true. I reach to the bandage around Blaine's back and Blaine immediately turns around. He wraps his arms around his stomach and I see him wince because of the pain.

"Blaine" my voice is soft and I'm not sure if Blaine heard me.

"It's just blood. It's gonna heal eventually." I heard Blaine say like it was nothing. But I could hear that he didn't mean it. And of course he doesn't. Because when he turned around just a little while ago I saw more blood. There was blood everywhere and I only have seen him without a shirt yet.

"Is it okay as I clean it up a little?" I ask and Blaine nods. I remove the bandage around his stomach. Fuck. Without the bandage it looks a million times worse. The word die is written on his chest. The wounds were deep. This innocent boy probably has to walk around with that word and with more scars for the rest of his life. Who the fuck did this? I'm gonna kill him or her. No, I'm not gonna do that. I can't go to prison now. Blaine needs me.

"Shit, dude" I walk away and grab a wet towel. When I was back Blaine was lying on the couch. I wrapped the towel around his stomach. I removed the bandage of his hands too. There was a big hole in it. I really want an explanation, but I can't ask him now. For the first time in my life I'm happy that my mom made me get a first aid certificate. I was managed to take care of Blaine for a little. But some of the wounds were to deep. I can't do anything about that. A doctor needs to take care of that.

"Thanks" Blaine says to me and I'm glad he's glad.

"I'm not a professional. You really have to go to the hospital" I try to say as calm as possible. I see how Blaine shakes his head, but I ignore it for now. I stop him as he wants to stand up. He needs his rest.

"And how do I come to your bed then?" Blaine asks.

"Fine, we're doing it your way. You're sleeping on the couch." I say as I walk upstairs to my bed. I brush my teeth and lay down on my bed. A lot of shit happened today, even after the hospital. Blaine has to explain a lot. Well, if he wants. I can't believe that Blaine can walk with all this injuries. Tomorrow we're going to the hospital. Even if he doesn't want to. We have to go. Some of the wounds are probably infected and I can't let him walk around with knowing that he is in pain. I know I'm a badass, but I have my soft side. And it is Blaine who found it. But I don't care, because I care about Blaine. Maybe a little bit too much and maybe I'm not just interested in a friendship.


Whoooaaaa! Blangst alert! Is Puck the only one who wants an explanation about what happened with Blaine? Or are you guys curious too? So yes, then you should keep reading! Next chapter you'll find out some of it! I can't give you everything yet! Oh yeah and the French assignment is next chapter too XD..

But thanks for reading! Review and say FART! Thanks!

Xxx Crissingirl123

BTW these chapters are pretty long for me…! Normally one chapter is 1500 words! This one is more than 3000 words!