Puck looked around more than once, but nothing. The other jocks were just talking, not paying too much attention to what was around them, they were just talking and waiting around the dumpster, not even caring about the time passing. After all, they were THE jocks. The popular ones. They could do whatever they wanted and nothing would happened to them. "Where the hell is he?" Puck asked himself. He hated to wait. It was one of the worst things someone could do to him. He looked to the students and no one stood out like always. There was someone missing in that crowd full of...normal, boring people. His eyes caught some Cheerios, but lately he couldn't bring himself to flirt or smile at them, not even when they almost begged him to have sex. He would just find it so boring and useless. He was sick. That is was the only explanation! He was a sex shark! Why in the world was he refusing the chance to sleep with those girls who clearly wanted him? It was so confusing, Puck was sure one of those days he was going to die from thinking too hard. I'm going mental! What's wrong with me? He thought, but stopped as soon as he saw his best friend walking towards him with that goofy smile he always wore, even when he was mad or depressed, which didn't happened a lot.

"Morning dude!" Finn said smiling but Puck just made a weird sound and continued looking around, looking and looking. The taller started looking as well, not knowing what his best friend wanted to see or find. "Where is he?" Puck asked again, this time a little louder, and the other heard it loud and clean. "Seriously? You're still bullying Kurt?" Finn asked. Since Kurt became his step brother, he became really protective of him, and he couldn't help it. He liked both Hummel men, and every time he was with Burt, he felt like he finally had a real father, so he would do anything to make him happy. "Shut up and tell me where he is. He's probably hiding from me." Puck was so sure of his own words that he couldn't help but give that known smirk that probably turned many men gay and made girls, even mature women, want him like no other. Finn on the other hand just rolled his eyes. He adored Puck. He was his best friend since he could remember, but he didn't understood that weird thing he had to make Kurt a laughing stock. It was starting to become an obsession. Finn had to admit it scared him the way his best friend looked at his step brother. It wasn't normal! Every single day he would do something to the diva. He would throw cold slushies to his face, he would throw him into dumpsters, he would make Kurt fall on the floor and almost hit with his head, he would shove him on the lockers. How could that not scare anyone? Puck looked like a wild animal that would attack Kurt at any time, with no warning, and Finn was scared one day he or the other Glee kids wouldn't be able to come to the rescue.

"He won't come, no matter how much you wait." Puck looked to his friend with a raised brow, in the way only he knew how. "He's with a high fever." Finn explained and took a good look at his friends face. He looked...disappointed? Probably. Without Kurt there, Puck would be bored, with no one to bully. Because to him, bully Kurt was the whole purpose to go to school. Sometimes he would pick on other kids, but it wasn't the same thing for him. The jocks of course, loved it. Doing those things to humiliate Kurt made their day, but not as much as the McKinley stud. It was impossible. "Just leave him alone...he never did anything to you." With that Puck rolled his eyes and saw his friend leave, and didn't moved a muscle. He just stood there, while every other student entered the building, afraid they would be late for classes. "Aren't you coming?" Finn asked and Puck just looked at him with a smirk on his face. "It's math." He didn't needed to say anything else. Finn just left, meeting Rachel on the way, and ignoring what the other was going to do. Puck grabbed his things and started walking. He would probably go to the nurse office and come up with the weirdest disease in the world, so could skip classes, and maybe, if he was lucky, skip the whole day and would just appear when it was time for Glee.

Kurt hat to admit. He loved to have the house to himself. It felt like he owned it, and didn't had to explain what he was going to do to anyone. He knew one day he would move to New York, have his own apartment, and would to everything he wanted. Go out at night, go to the best restaurants and clubs, have even more fashionable clothes and who knew? Maybe get a boyfriend who loved him for who he was? Maybe he would even love that bitchiness no one could stand, even Mercedes or his own father. He rolled back on the bed and he didn't know why, but he was feeling nervous, like something was going to happen. Something bad, but he would rather ignore it and just keep resting. He was feeling like all exhaustion of the year, maybe of all of those years that he accumulated all that time he had been hunted by those people who told him he should die, that he was an embarrassment to his father, all of that, was finally leaving him. He was feeling so relaxed, light as a feather that he didn't cared about the fever that was making his head spin. He was just so calm with himself, with his own soul, if he could call it, that made him feel an endless bliss, that he didn't know that it was possible.

He started to wonder what the jocks were thinking when they noticed their favorite punch bag wasn't there for their entertainment. They probably called him 'homo' or 'fag' and said he was just scared of them and was hiding somewhere so they wouldn't see him. Kurt was sure that when he got back to school, it was going to be hell for him. What have I done to them in the first place? He asked himself. He knew he was probably a little too flashy, but who cared? Why did people treated him so badly just because he was out and proud, that he had no shame of who he was? Since when that was a bad thing? And he was a Cheerio. He only joined the Cheerios so people would show him some respect, he didn't cared if it was all fake. He just wanted to be left alone. Kurt always showed people he didn't cared about anything they said, but if they only saw how he would get home, they would probably pity him. Or they would just insult and kill him. I'll take it, I'll bare the pain...in the end, it will be worth it! He said thought and forced a small smile.

But then, he heard someone knock. At first he thought it was his dad or Carole. Burt did said one of them would check on him, but he didn't understood why they were knocking. They had the keys right' Then he heard a louder knock making Kurt a little nervous than before. He was now sure it wasn't any of the people he thought it was. The knocks were becoming stronger and stronger, so he had no choice but get up. He grabbed a black blanket that was on top of his bed and wrapped it around his frame. It wasn't the most stylist thing in the world, but at that moment, it was the least of his cares. When he finally reached the living room, he hear the knocks were getting stronger and louder. It was probably a lunatic or some kids who were bored and just wanted to play some pranks, and it just happened that Kurt's face was the chosen one.

When he finally reached to the door, he started opening it slowly, hoping those annoying, brain killer knocks would stop. But when he opened, he felt his heart stop, his whole body became frozen, and he didn't know what to do. He could feel his hands shacking, and no words would leave his mouth. The only thing he could do was stare and nothing else. "Hummel." He heard that familiar voice calling him and it made him wake up from wherever he was. Without thinking twice, he tried to close the door as fast as he could, but the man at his door was way too strong to him. He placed his foot to stop Kurt from closing the door and pressed his body against it. Kurt was trying his best not to panic, but it was starting to get too hard for him.

He could feel his heart beat so fast he could swear he was going to have an heart attack. "What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, his fear replaced with anger, like always. It was a way to protect himself. It was his shield. "Isn't school enough for you? I can't be sick for a day and you come here to torture me?" He asked, hiding his face behind the door and he did his best not to raise his voice, but it was becoming really hard. He was trying to take deep breaths and hoped the other would just leave and never comeback. "Stop being a drama queen and let me in!" Hearing that, made Kurt shake in fear. He felt a strange force take over him and he felt like a different person. "LEAVE AND DIE PUCKERMAN!" He shouted on top of lungs. He closed the door with so much strength he was sure it would break. As soon that ended he turned his back to the door and then, he felt his body collapse, making him fall on his knees. His back hit the door and he could feel tears running down his face. He didn't know why he was crying, but he just couldn't stop. Each tear was more painful than the last- "Damn it Hummel, open this door before I break it!" Kurt didn't cared. He just wanted Puck to leave. He just wanted him to leave. He didn't wanted to see his face anymore...he would rather die to see Noah Puckerman's face ever again.

A/N: I know the way the text is placed is hard to read the lines, but I also post this on LJ, so I just copy this from LJ and I don't change it. Sorry!