Chapter 2

'Kurt was leaving Glee?' I was in shock. Things just wouldn't seem right having Glee without his flamboyant self complaining about our costumes or Merecedes clothes, or whatever he managed he pulled out next.

Kurt was a fixed point in Glee, hell in the whole SCHOOL, he had taken everything that we had ever thrown at him and he had held his head high and just walked on. If these things were really getting to him the school had seemed to lose a point, like if the north pole suddenly disappeared.

I waited for Mr Schuester to leave before I left the office. I didn't know what to do, did I go after Kurt? did I just leave it be? I couldn't just leave it, Kurt was a good guy no matter how much I picked on him and no matter what I called him.

I made my way outside the janitors giving me funny looks as I walked past them and I made my way to my car, things just didn't seem right. I turned my car on and made my way to Kurt's house. Thankfully I knew where it was after Finn had given us both a lift home one night. His father's car wasn't sitting in the driveway even though he should be home by now. I sat parked outside his house trying to build up the courage to go and knock on his door. I didn't know what to do or say to try and convince Kurt not to leave Glee. I climbed out of my car and locked it before making my way up to his door. I stood on the stoop for a time just trying to lift my hand to knock. I had no real idea what I was doing here or what I was going to say but for some reason I knew I needed to be here.

I knocked on the door wondering how long it would take for Kurt to answer the door but after a few minutes when there was no reply I knocked again louder this time still no answer. I could see his car in the driveway so I knew he was home. Something was off so I tried the door knob which was unlocked, something was really off with that. I looked in the rooms one the main floor calling Kurt's name as I did, but still he couldn't find him. That's when I noticed a set of stairs leading to a basement so I decided to check it out. The room was completely white with no sign of Kurt. I made my way back upstairs and proceeded to the second story of the house. Up there I spotted a door with a decorated sign saying 'Kurt's Room' on it. I approached slowly, when I tried this door it opened just as easily as the front. At first I couldn't see him and I was about to walk out and keep looking for him when he noticed a petite figure curled up in the small gap between his desk and his bookshelf.

"Kurt?" I asked approaching the broken boy.

When I got close enough I spotted a razorblade in his hand. I rushed over to him and began looking for cuts.

"I couldn't do it," came a weak voice. "I was to fucking weak to do it." the use of a curse word Kurt's beautiful voice was enough to snap me out of my panic. I reached into his hand and moved the blade away.

"What's going on Kurt?" I asked lifting him out of his little hidey hole and placing him gently on the bed.

"I want it to end, I don't want to have to deal with this anymore." Kurt said before rolling over and facing the other side of the room.

"Talk to me Kurt, tell me how I can help." I said putting my hand on his shoulder.

His body was shaking like it was cold but when I listened closely I could hear quiet sobs.

"There's nothing you can do Puck, so just leave." Kurt said.

"I'm not leaving you like this. Where's your dad? Shouldn't he be home by now?"

"He's gone to stay with his parents for a little while. To recover without distracting me from school he said."

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