Okay, I know...this was only meant to be a oneshot..but I couldn't leave Kurt like that! He's too special...not to mention how horrid the blood would make his hair...that would just annoy him!
So here's a little bit to make it happy...maybe...!
just gonna have to read it and see!
I don't own Glee...I wish I did...then Rachel would constantly have laryngitis and each episode would feature a bit of Kurt's Pink Houses voice...without the look...:)
Enjoy

He walked down the corridor trying to find the bathroom. Glee had over-run, and he had left his bag in the auditorium, so had to go back for it. This meant that he had missed his ride home. Again. And he would have to walk the two and a half hour journey home. Again.

Note to self...GET CAR FIXED he thought as he walked down the spookily empty halls of McKinley High. His car decided to go bust on him the week before making him rely on people for rides everywhere, so if he missed his ride, he was, in a word, screwed.

Turning down into the corridor that lead to the locker rooms, he heard soft cries echoing down the corridors and stopped, frowning. No-one should still be at school. Football season was over and basketball practice wasn't till Friday, and today was Tuesday. (Well, at least he thought it was.) The Cheerio's practiced on Mondays, so it wasn't any of the cheerleaders. Feeling guilty, he decided to investigate.

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Hearing footsteps, Kurt clammed up in fear.

They can't want more...please let this stop Mom...please, Kurt prayed. His mom was his God...his little saviour in heaven. His whole body screamed in pain, his lungs protesting when he drew in a long breath, ready to shout, or whimper as loud as he could. The thought of the jocks attacking again made his blood freeze and his heart slam against his ribs; one hundred beats a minute, in fear.

Please Mom...make them go away...h..help me...

He froze as the footsteps drew closer and a shadow dropped around the corner

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"Kurt...Oh shit!" He exclaimed as he saw the broken teen at the end of the corridor, running over to him, eyes scanning the damage.

Split lip, black eyes, bloody nose..fuck I think it's broken...shitshitshit...

His thoughts went into overdrive as he surveyed the boy's injuries.

"Okay Kurt...Kurt open your eyes for me...there we go!" he said, trying to stay optimistic as Kurt's ocean eyes fluttered feebly open, brightening slightly in recognition.

"I...I'm s...sorry..." Kurt murmured, trying to sit up.

"Why the fuck are you apologising? Oh, no, don't try to move...right I'm gonna try to pick you up okay?" He said, sliding one arm under Kurt's legs, and the other around his shoulders. He winced when he felt Kurt flinching at the contact, and muttered a string of apologies when he started to lift the fragile boy.

Walking down the halls of McKinley, he thought about what he was going to do. Kurt's house was only fifteen minutes from the school, so the only logical thing to do would be to take him there. That way he would be safe with his dad.

The rain had started when he shouldered his way through the front doors. Not drizzling rain. Full blown..need to go to Specsavers to see properly through rain. He shot a concerned look at Kurt, half expecting the fashionista to come out with some innappropriate bullcrap about how the rain would screw up his hair, but was surprised to find the boy smiling softly, as the rain washed the drying blood from his face.

He continued walking untill he reached Kurt's house, stumbling up to the front door, kicking it to get attention from inside.

A man just a bit taller that him answered the door, conplaining,

"Alright, alright..I'm here..no need for you to kick the door in! What d'you wa..Kurt?"

The man's, (who was assumed as being Kurt's dad), face paled as he took in the full picture

"What the hell happened...what did you do to my son!" the man yelled, pulling Kurt away from his rescuer.

"Wha...I did NOTHING! I just found him like this and brought him here before he would bleed to death!" Kurt's rescuer retalliated

"Oh..well, thanks. So much. What's your name kid?" Kurt's dad asked

"Noah. Noah Puckerman sir." Puck said, "And you're welcome...hope he..err...gets better soon" he continued, before nodding and heading home, smiling.

Kurt would be alright now.

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Kurt had known the voice of his rescuer. His saviour from the moment he spoke. He would know that voice anywhere.

It was Puck. His Noah Puckerman.

Thanks Mom...for sending me my saviour..

Kurt thought, as he drifted into a dreamless sleep in his fathers arms.

He would be okay now

Did you see that coming...Of course you did...or maybe not!
Let me know what you think!
But yay...nice Puck
And I put in the bit about Kurt praying to his Mom, not because I have anything against God, but since my mum died, I pray to her...she's like my guardian angel..so thought why not let her be there for Kurt. If that offends anyone, I apologise

Please review!
It makes me happy and happy me makes Kurt happy and cookies! And we all love cookies right?

Big love, Amyxx