Chapter 2:
Kurt slept a few hours and woke up at one in the afternoon. He remained lying in bed for a while.
He tried to remember the events of last night but there were only short scenes in his memory. Like Tina giving him the recipe of a wonderful punch. Rachel crying over Finn. Puck asking if he was still good looking with a red nose-Wait ! Puck was drunk ? And he drove him back home ? Kurt found his mobile in the pocket of Puck's jeans. He called him to tell him what he thought of driving drunk.
But Puck didn't answer, so Kurt went into the kitchen. He was starving. It was logic since he had thrown-up the night before. He ate some spaghetti and went back to his room to do his homework. Around nine he felt sick again and decided to have a walk.
He went to the park and sat on one of the swings. He remembered his mother pushing him and trying to teach him how to move his legs to make it move by himself. The fresh air was welcome and he felt much better.
He heard steps coming but didn't move. He was used to being here at night and knew that the homeless people who lived here wouldn't hurt him. He watched as a clearly drunk man sat down against a tree. He was visibly crying but Kurt didn't think it was a good idea to comfort a drunk crying man.
However when the man's hand brushed his hair Kurt realized there was none, except for stripe at the center of his head. Noah Puckerman, badass number one in Lima was crying on the floor, drunk. Kurt stood up and went closer to Puck who seemed not to have noticed him. He sat beside him.
"Puck ? Are you okay ?" Puck turned his head and his eyes darkened.
"Fuck off Hummel !" He said violently. Kurt was startled by this reaction. Sure Puck wasn't the most polite guy ever, yet he had been all kinds of nice since the day before.
"What's going on, Puck ?" Kurt insisted. The mohawk guy had helped him a lot he couldn't leave him in the state he was in.
"Fuck off Hummel" Puck yelled again, looking straight at him with crazy eyes, "I swear if you stay here I'm gonna beat the fag out of you !" Kurt froze.
He had never heard anyone talk to him this way. Even the dumbest jocks didn't speak to him with such hatred.
Kurt looked at Puck to see that there was more pain than hatred in his eyes. He decided not to take the chance of being beaten up and stood up to sit again on the swing. He was hurt. Puck had been decent to him for the two last years. He had no problem with him anymore and here he was, yelling at him the worst things ever. Kurt let a tear roll down his face and didn't bother brushing it. He stood up again and walked away crying.
"'m sorry Hummel" Puck said. Kurt hadn't noticed that he had stood up and caught up with him.
"Oh okay, so there's no problem if you're sorry !" Kurt shouted.
"I didn't mean to say that. I'm fucked up." A tear rolled down Puck's face and he brushed it away quickly.
"What happened Puck ?" Kurt asked softly. Puck was the kind of guy who never cried and the sight of it was more than weird.
"I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't mean to tell you all that shit" Puck repeated. The alcohol didn't help.
"I know you're sorry Puck." Kurt said. "But why are you crying, have you been attacked or something ?" Kurt inquired.
" I wish." Puck answered.
"So what is it ?" Another tear ran down Puck's face and he sat down on the floor. Kurt did the same.
"It's my mom. She kicked me out." Puck stated.
"What ? Why ?" Kurt asked in disbelief. Puck's mother had accepted him back after juvie. The guy might have done something really bad.
"She saw you in my bed this morning and she heard me saying that you looked almost straight in my clothes and that I'd have loved to sleep with you and she... she assumed I was gay and threw me out." Puck said, another tear rolling down from his eyes.
Kurt couldn't believe what he had just heard. Puck had been thrown out because of him. Because he was as irresponsible as a little child. He felt terrible.
"Oh Puck I'm so sorry, I didn't know she was … like this. I feel terrible" Kurt apologized.
"It's not your fault she's a fucking homophobic. I can't believe she did this !" Puck said angrily. He lifted the bottle of vodka he had in his hand and took a sip.
"You should stop drinking now, my dad won't appreciate if he sees you in his house completely drunk." Puck looked at Kurt astonished.
"What ?"
" I won't leave you here sleeping on a bench in a park Puck. We'll go home and tomorrow morning I'll ask my dad if you can stay longer." Kurt explained.
"That's what you wanted to do." Puck stated smirking.
"What ?" Kurt asked.
"Yesterday night. You told me that it was okay, that I could leave you alone you'd sleep on a bench in the park." Puck explained. Then he threw the bottle away with all his strength. "D'you mind if we stay there a bit longer ?" Puck asked
"No problem, it will sober you up a little." Kurt answered. They remained sitting in silence for half an hour. Then they stood up and walked to Kurt's house.
"You're sill drunk and smell like a brewery, you can't see my father like that. You see the little window there ? It leads in my closet, I'll open it and you'll go in this way okay ?" Kurt explained. Puck nodded and went to the window while Kurt entered his house.
"Hi kiddo where were you ?" Burt inquired.
" I had a walk in the park, needed some fresh air." Kurt answered honestly.
"Alright, now go to sleep it's late." Burt told him.
"Good night dad" Kurt obeyed before going down his bedroom stairs.
He quickly made it to the closet, stepped inside and opened the window. He first saw two legs and then a whole body jumping in his room. They walked into the room and Kurt looked at Puck. He looked miserable. His clothes were dirty, he smelled like vodka and his face showed that he was hurting. He had a bag on his shoulder.
"You should take a shower" Kurt told him indicating the bathroom. " I'll prepare your bed." Kurt told him.
Puck nodded and headed slowly to the bathroom. Kurt quickly opened the bag to see what was in. He found a pair of jeans, two T shirts, two boxers and a wallet. He might have left very quickly.
Kurt felt really bad, he resolved to call Puck's mother in the morning to make things clear. Kurt went back in his closet and took a blanket and a pillow. He set them cautiously on the couch and put his own pajamas on. He sat on his bed and put his head in his hands. He had never thought that a mother could do that to his son. His dad had been so comprehensive with his son being gay. And Puck wasn't even gay. It was just so unfair.
Puck stepped outside of the bathroom and went to sit beside Kurt. The smaller boy tried not to cry, Puck was the one who needed to be comforted, not the contrary.
" I'm so sorry Puck, I'll call your mother tomorrow to explain her everything"
"Drop it, she'll only insult you" Puck said "And it's not your fault it's totally hers." Kurt didn't believe it but didn't add anything.
"We should sleep now." He said. He turned off the light and slipped under the cover. Puck stood up and laid on the couch.