Hello, May I firstly say Sorry for taking my time updating, I had a lot going on including coursework for English, LLW and ICT, Homework, Studying and trying to keep up in Maths my head just lost control. I Hope you can forgive me but for now Puckleberry Finn Chapter 2: Alone.

Kurt Hummel opened his eyes; he turned and looked around his room. It was completely in darkness accept for the small amount of light coming from the alarm clock. Sweat dripped down his face as he panted "Hello?" he shouted into the empty darkness. He pulled the cover off him and stood up. "Hello?" he shouted again. Kurt ran over to the window and opened it, breathing in the cool air Kurt sighed with relief. He thought he had heard a voice, he closed the window. Kurt turned around and screamed "Dad!" It was too late by the time his father had arrived Kurt was on the ground screaming and crying, the window smashed a bloody bar left behind.

2 Weeks Later...

Kurt sat looking out the window of the hospital, he watched a couple fighting and the wife slapping the husband and running off. Rachel sat the other side of the opposite side of the room, she looked at Finn comforting Quinn and wishing that it could be her in Finns' arms. "Quinn," said Rachel with sorrow in the tone of her voice "you can always have another baby." Quinn looked at Rachel "Oh please do not take pity on me, this baby was nothing more than a bastard!" Rachel gasped "How can you say that, how do you think Finn feels?" At that exact moment the door busted open "Finn shouldn't be" spoke Sue Sylvester "because Finn wasn't the father."

Finn's face turned to stone, Kurt turned around now interested in what was happening in the room, Rachel frowned "Then who is the father? You have caused enough trouble for Glee and Quinn." Sue smiled and walked over and looked out the window "Quinn would you like to answer that?" Quinn was speechless; she remained looking at Finn not taking her eyes off him "How-w Did you find out?" Sue snorted "It was easy, it came into place of how caring the father was. How the father revealed to new directions you were pregnant."

"Puck" whispered Kurt whose eyes were now looking at Quinn.

"Would you like to say that again Kurt?" said Sue smiling at Quinn.

"Puck" said Kurt as Rachel's face turned sour "Rachel I am so sorry, Puck is the father." Rachel ran over in a sprint and slapped Quinn across the face as she let Finn go. "You slapper, you dirty little slapper!" shouted Rachel as Sue restrained her while Quinn remained crying. Finn spoke "Quinn is this true?" Quinn nodded and Finn gasped he started at Quinn than Rachel and ran out the door. Quinn screamed "FINN!" Sue finally give in and let go off Rachel, she immediately ran following him, Kurt smiled and thought 'Finn's free now'.

Puck looked at a picture of Rachel, sighing he turned on his side. The waves crashed up against the boat, turning on his back he looked up at the roof. A single drop of water hit him on his forehead. Pulling the covers off him, he stood up and put on his clothes, opening the door he stepped out. The strong sea winds hit him and he spat the salt of the sea out of his mouth. Puck had stolen boat and was now trapped in a storm with two days remaining food. He ran over to the steering wheel and turned it to a north-west direction "Where Am I?" he screamed in the open as lightning and thunder struck. He switched on the engines and put the steering wheel on an automatic north-west direction towards Brazil. Running through the door and closing it, he panted. He was soaked through to his bare tanned skin, he looked at his phone a message appeared on it "20% battery left!" Removing his clothes he changed, after putting the clothes on a rack near the boiler on the corner of his room, he opened a tin of beans. "What have I done?" he said to himself as the storm outside grew louder and stronger.

Finn sat on the park bench alone gulping down a small bottle of Vodka, while drowning his sorrows and watching a picture of Quinn burning.

Tina looked out the window of her room while cuddling her favourite teddy bear and looking at the ground below.

Mercedes lay in the dark in her bed, tossing and turning and thinking of previous days of horror.

Puck looked out the porthole and throw a bottle out and the storm grew worst and death was near.

Emma and Mr S kissed each other as his suitcases lay closed at the bottom of the bed while his wife Terri on the other side of the town sat crying on her couch.

Artie sat on his wheelchair not knowing he was going to be the next victim, he was in the living room when strike across his head, and he was hit.

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