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Strike three and your ooouutt of here! A cheesy sport announcer's voice, sounded in Puck's head, as the third foxy mama turned him down.
Puck had been scouting for a cougar to hook up with in the hotel's bar, but was turning up empty handed.
No pussy for Noah "Puck" Puckermen....it's a cold day in hell. And that was what he was pouting about as he sulked his way back to his room. Puck would just have to wait out Kurt's fuck fest.
Puck got to his occupied room, and stared at the closed door. Feeling bitter towards his roommate. Puck slide down the length of the door. His back and head lazily resting against it. Puck put his elbows on his knees, his hand meet and hanged in between his legs. Puck closed his eyes, and was planning on getting some sleep before the big competition tomorrow.
That's when he heard it... the grunting. Sexual grunting.
Puck listened just because he's a perverted/curious teenager. Puck strained to hear all he could, but it difficult to pick much up through the heavy door.
He could only hear the grunting. It was the grunting of someone who was really enjoying themselves. Puck smiled remembering when he made that kind of grunting.
It sounded like the grunting as coming only from one person.
Bet Kurt's a pillow-biter.
Puck didn't even notice that he was thinking about sex and Kurt, in the same thought. He didn't even noticing he was getting aroused.
"HELP!!"
It caused Puck to jerk away from the door. It caused pure adrenaline to coarse though his veins, making everything become just that much clearer. It caused to Puck to remember things he had so successfully repressed.
Puck had heard that scream before. That fear, that pain.
"BITCH-SHUT THE-!" Nick reared Kurt up by his neck, causing Kurt's body to bend into an awkwardly forced "U", only to slam him back down.
Kurt's nose broke in the process.
Puck was on his feet and kicking down the door, before Nick could finish his sentience.
Nick turned towards the commotion only to get an eyeful of Puck's fist. Nick's head snapped back. He had no time recuperate as Puck tangled a hand in his hair. Puck's blunt nail dug into his scalp.
Nick's head followed Puck's hand, as it was yanked him back. Nick's jaw pointed straight up.
Puck stared down at the man (he didn't even know the name of) with an icy fire in his eyes. Emotional detached from the teen he was holding captive, yet Puck was burning with blind rage.
"I should kill you."
With the venom in his voice, all three boys thought he would.
Puck tugged Nick out and off Kurt, throwing him across the room, knocking him into entertainment center.
The TV crashed onto the floor, as well as the Nick.
Nick attempted to get up, only to have his temple stomped on by Puck's boot. Nick's body lifelessly collapsed onto the carpeted floor.
Puck was forcefully breathing through his nose, challenging the unconscious man to get up. So he could smack him back down again. With every shaky breath Puck was sucked further and further into his memories, until he was snapped out of it, by a relieved whimper.
Puck spun on his heels, coming to face and face with the abused Kurt. Tears were staining his cheeks, blood pooling from his mouth, and snot smeared ear-to-ear. Disturbing it was messy hair shocked Puck the most.
After hissing as Puck aggressively pulled out Nick, Kurt scrambled for the sheets. Wanting nothing more than to cover himself up.
But there he was now, the sheet balled under his chin as he stared down at his rapist. Who looked so pathetic, knocked out on the floor. Kurt couldn't breathe for what seemed like minutes...
It started out as a whimper of relief, and then it grew into a disbelieving laugh. Something in Kurt cracked, shattered. And he couldn't help but cry. His throat tightened around them and his eyes burned.
All of his injuries, throbbed, the pain finally setting in. The adrenaline wearing off.
Puck watched as Kurt fell apart, and he took rushed steps towards him, a caring hand out-stretched.
That's when Puck remembered the aftermath, the fear, the jumpiness.
A foot away, Puck stopped and waited.
As much as everything was swirling around him, he could focus on one thing. Kurt jumped and latched onto Puck's waist. His face pressed into Puck's stomach, his arms hugging at the standing teen's hips. Kurt's whole body was trembling; it was over stimulated, too raw with feeling. Conflicting feelings.
Puck wrapped a strong arm around Kurt's shaking shoulders, the other along his back. A hand intertwining in Kurt's out of place locks.
He cradled Kurt closer into him, forming himself protectively around the boy.
Puck rubbed in comforting circles at Kurt's naked shoulder and upper arm, "Shh it's okay. I gotcha." Puck was barely whispering. Repeating the morbidly familiar words.
Kurt's forehead rocked side-to-side against Puck's abdomen. Staining the Jewish boy's shirt with his bodily fluids.
The color red caught Puck's eye. The sheet behind Kurt was drenched in blood. Puck tightened his hold on Kurt with one arm and with the other fished in his pocket for his cell phone.
He was going text Finn, but that just sounded stupid.
As the phone rang, Puck tried harder to comfort Kurt. Mindlessly leaning down kissing the top of his head, snapping back to full height as the call was picked up.
Finn's cheery voice on the other end laughed, "Dude, I forgot you can actually talk on these things!"
Puck's serious tone was the complete opposite from Finn's, "I need you to come to mine and Kurt's room right now.... AND don't being anyone."
Puck could hear the gears turning in his friend's head, "Wait? Why?"
"JUST DO IT!" Puck yelled into the phone, before tossing it to the other bed, right next to the open laptop.
Puck returned his hand to Kurt, pulling him closer, telling him it was OK, that he was being strong.
The Comforting teen could hear Finn's heavy footsteps as he entered the room.
Finn's eyes were glued on to Nick, "There's a naked dude on your floor!"
Puck looked over at his shoulder at Nick, fighting the urge to spit at him, instead he only muttered, "Yeah, I know."
Finn's attention was finally drawn to his fellow Gleeks. Finn's face dropped as he stepped over Nick and by their side in a second, "What the hell happen? Kurt you're o-" Finn put a hand on Kurt's back, only to have Kurt yelp and cling onto Puck tighter. "
K..."
Finn look past Kurt, at the bed below him, his voice was scared, "Is that..."
Puck's meet Finn's eye, and nodded, "Now drag his sorry-ass out this room and call 911." Puck jerked his head in direction of Nick.
Finn nodded dumbly, his mouth gaping. Finn turned towards Nick, "Uh…but he's naked."
Puck rolled his eyes then barked at the idiot, "Then cover the fucker with a sheet!"
Finn nodded as he stalked to the other bed. Ripping the sheet right off of it, throwing the laptop and cell phone straight into the wall, shattering them. "Shit! I di-"
Puck glared over his shoulder, "Forget them and call an ambulance!"
Finn's attention shot between Kurt's wailing as he cried harder, the naked Nick and the broken computer. But he somehow managed to drag Nick into the hallway the sheet covering his whole body.
Finn punched the number into his phone, he brought it up to his ear, jumping at the voice on the other line.
"911, what seems to be your emergency?"
His voice was panicked, "I don't know, Kurt's crying on the bed! And the bed's covered in blood! And now there's a naked dude in the hallway with sheet over him. Well I dragged him out there-" The word were firing out of Finn.
"Son, is there an adult there I can talk to?"
Finn offered the phone to Puck without registering the insult, too freaked to.
Puck groan and reluctantly unwrapped an arm from around Kurt.
Kurt seemed to be getting cooler to the touch.
Puck looked hard into Finn's eye, "Get Mr. Schu."
Finn gave a final nod, before disappearing.
Puck brought the phone to ear, and told them everything they needed to know.
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