Name: A Fallen Star
Characters/Pairings: Kurt, Kurt/Glee Club friendship, eventualKurt/Puck slash
Summary: After an accident involving Kurt and Karofsky at his dad's auto shop, Kurt faces a long recovery
Author's Note: Title comes from "The End" by The Butterfly Effect
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Puck wasn't exactly sure why he'd been elected to find Kurt and find what type of pizza he wanted, but Mercedes gave him a look so he just rolled his eyes and tried to find his way back to the garage.
Neither was he sure why he'd agreed to tag along with the whole idea to help out at Kurt's father's auto shop. When Mercedes had told the group he couldn't come because there was no one to work at his father's shop, Rachel had jumped at the chance to help a fellow Glee member. Everyone was shocked when Rachel suggested they help out but Puck was sure they were even more surprised when he, along with Santana, had showed up and he was willing to bet they hadn't thought the two of them would show up. He'd made up some stupid excuse for coming, whilst Santana had said Brittany was her reason for coming.
He finally reached the garage, hands in his pockets and head down. He frowned and looked up at the sound of a scream. He recognised the scream, though he hadn't really heard it before. There was no way in the world that could be anyone but Kurt. His stomach turned at the sight in front of him. Kurt was underneath the SUV he'd been working on, though the car had been lowered and was crushing Kurt from the waist down. Karofsky was nearby, smirking, standing near the jack that had been holding up the car.
The smirk on Karofsky's face disappeared when he realised Kurt wouldn't have been left alone and someone would've heard him scream.
"Have fun getting out of that fag." Karofsky muttered before turning and fleeing when he spotted Puck standing nearby. Puck ran forward, skidding to a stop near Kurt, who was struggling to breathe with the weight of the car on his pelvis. He calmed down slightly when he saw Puck but he was still struggling to breathe.
"Jesus Hummel," Puck muttered, taking in the car. He stood and jogged to the jack. He growled in frustration as he tried to get the jack to work again. "Hold on Hummel, we'll get you out."
"Thank God I'm not wearing one of my good outfits." Kurt mumbled shakily, his voice laced with pain. Puck had to admit he admired the guy. He was being crushed by a car and he was still making jokes about his outfits. Puck chuckled softly.
"Guys, need a little help here!" He yelled. He finally got the jack working and had started winching the car up slowly. When there was no sound of anyone coming he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He quickly wrote Need help, garage and sent it to Finn, Mike, Matt and Rachel hoping at least one of them had their phone turned on and with them.
He kept working on the jack, slowly winching the car up. He could hear Kurt gasping in pain as the car was slowly lifted off him. As soon as the car was far enough off him, Puck made sure the jack would hold before jogging to Kurt. Kurt was gasping with breath as the sound of footsteps running toward them echoed around the garage. Puck glanced up briefly and saw the boys minus Artie running toward them, the girls following behind with Tina pushing Artie. They gasped and stopped when they saw Puck and Kurt.
Within seconds the boys jolted out of their shock, running forward to help while the girls and Artie stayed back, most with tears running down their faces.
"What the hell happened?" Finn asked.
"Karofsky," Puck muttered darkly. "He must've kicked the jack or something. I came just before he left, the dick."
"Someone get Mr. Hummel." Mike said, glancing behind him at the girls. Rachel nodded, her hand over her mouth, before running out of the garage in the direction of the office.
"We need to get him out from under there," Puck said, glancing up at the boys. "I don't know how long the jack will hold," The boys nodded and Puck moved around to Kurt's head. Kurt groaned as Puck gripped the trolley Kurt had used to slide under the car. Kurt hissed in pain as Puck slowly slid him off out underneath the car. Kurt looked dazed and his eyelids were drooping. Puck wasn't sure what to do but he knew they had to keep Kurt conscious. He did the only thing he could think of, grabbing Kurt's right hand and squeezing it. Puck knew it looked weird, considering for years he'd tormented the kid, throwing him in dumpsters, throwing pee balloons at him, throwing slushies in his face along with the rest of Glee. He felt guilty, but now was not the time for that. They still had to get Kurt to the hospital.
Puck glanced up at the sound two more pairs of footsteps. Burt Hummel was jogging toward them with Rachel following close behind, both with extremely worried expressions. Burt's face went pale at the sight of his son and Puck finally looked down to see Kurt's injuries. Kurt was bleeding and his pants were soaked with blood.
Puck squeezed Kurt's hand again but Kurt seemed too out of it to squeeze back. "You need to stay awake Hummel. Your dad's here." Kurt's eyes fluttered open at the mention of his father. Burt finally reached his son, crouching down on the opposite side to him. He glanced up at the others.
"We called an ambulance." Artie said and Puck glanced at him to see him rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. He glanced at the others. The girls were huddled around Artie, sniffling and rubbing their eyes while the guys were standing next to Puck silent, their faces white.
"What happened?" Puck turned back to Kurt and Burt, who was watching him.
"Don't worry about it Mr. Hummel," Puck replied. He glanced at the boys. "We'll sort it out." The boys nodded and Burt glanced between them before turning his attention back to Kurt. Puck suddenly became uncomfortable when he realised he was still clutching Kurt's hand. He tried to remove his hand but realised Kurt was clutching his hand, groaning. Burt started stroking Kurt's hair, just as the sound of the ambulance siren filled the air.
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Puck crushed the takeaway coffee cup in his hand, before placing it on the small, white coffee table in front of him with several others. He growled slightly before stretching and sinking lower in his chair. Finn glanced at him.
"I'm getting more coffee." Puck said gruffly, standing.
"Man, you've already had-" Finn shut up when Puck glanced to his left, glaring at him. Puck stood before glancing around at the group. All of them but Finn and him were asleep, stretching out in the small waiting room of the hospital. Even Burt had finally fallen asleep right at the end of the waiting room, his cap tilted over his head.
Puck slowly made the familiar path to the coffee vending machine. He fed the money into the machine and decided he'd better get a coffee for Finn as well.
Puck didn't exactly drink a lot of coffee on normal occasions, but this was hardly a normal occasion. They'd all followed in their cars, Burt going in the ambulance. They'd all hung around in the waiting room ignoring Burt's insistence they go home and rest. Rachel had called Mr. Schuester and managed to tell him Kurt had been injured and they were all at the hospital.
Schuester had arrived twenty or so minutes after they did. Straight away Puck had gotten up to get coffee and when he'd returned with fourteen coffees, with a little help with Finn, he'd had to recount the story for Schuester and Burt, adding a little detail of course. Of course though he'd left out the boys' plan they'd briefly discussed on the way to the hospital, agreeing they'd do something about Karofsky the next day.
Puck finally returned from his eighth or so coffee run to find Burt stirring and Finn asleep. Thinking Burt would want a coffee and not wanting the coffee to go to waste, he sat in the spare seat next to Burt. He silently handed the man the coffee. Burt thanked him with a nod of his head.
"You're the one that found him, aren't you?" He asked gruffly. Puck nodded, unsure of what to say. "Thank you." Puck opened his mouth to reply when a doctor walked up to them, standing in front of the group.
"Are you all here for Kurt Hummel?"