If I owned Glee, Puck wouldn't wear a shirt. Ever. And he and Kurt would be kissing every second of every episodes. Do you really think I own Glee? Yeah. No. D: LOL.

Pairing: Kurt/Puck, Rachel/Finn, Carole/Burt and others.

Rating: Major M/NC 17 for swearing and sexual content in later chapters.

Warnings: underage sex, underage drinking, slash, homophobia, and swearing. Also this is painfully un-betaed so if you see mistakes, feel free to point them out and I'll do my best to fix them. Thanks!

Summary: Kurt's been close to breaking for months now but when someone took a shot at his father, hurt him again because of his sexuality, Puck offers an out. But is he ready for such a major step?

Sadly, this is another short chapter but I'll make the next one longer, if I can. I tend to only make short chapters if I can get everything I need into a small space but I'm sorry if you don't like the length.

"I'm home!" Burt shouted as he strode in from outside to the dining room. The food was already set out and Finn and Carole were sitting down to wait for him. Kurt was carrying in a jug of milk to fill this cups. He was so happy to see his little family around the table, just waiting for him, and to see them all getting along so perfectly. He hadn't felt this happiness in a long time. He prayed it never ended for any of them.

He hit the flashing button on the answering machine cheerfully and walked over to steal a tomato from the salad on the table while the tape began to play. Kurt smiled at him and Carole stood up to kiss his cheek. However, the smiles on everyone's faces fell when they heard, "You're going to hell with your fag son," then a click to signal the caller had hung up. Kurt dropped the jug of milk he was holding and the bottom broke when it hit the ground. Finn jumped up as milk splashed into his shoes.

"Dude! That's cold!" Carole bit her lip to keep from laughing at her son. Burt, however, was unable to find amusement in the milk in Finn's shoes because of the way his own son's face has gone blank. "Kurt? You okay, bro?"

Kurt looked at Burt and saw the hurt and anger in his father's eyes. Burt reached for him but he leapt over the milk on the ground and bolted from the room. A door slamming alerted them to the fact that he had also left the house. Burt ran after him but Kurt was fast and upset. He was already two blocks away by the time Burt left the house. He kept running and found himself almost half way across town in no time. He slowed down then and found a bus stop to sit down at. He curled into a ball on the bench to keep warm –he didn't have a jacket or anything, just his long-sleeve shirt and the bandana on his neck – and tried to remember if anyone he knew lived near here. He wanted to talk to someone. Then he remembered that he had no one who would understand or offer the comfort he needed. He sighed and wrapped his arm around his knees. The streetlamp's glow caught his bracelet and he smiled. Well, he had one person, he decided. He reached into his back pocket to call Puck but found it empty. He groaned. His phone was on the kitchen counter along with his wallet.

"Great. Really thought this one through, didn't you?" he muttered to himself. He sat there in a ball, trying not to freeze, and hoped someone he knew came along. Preferably someone in a nice, warm car. Thankfully, someone did come. Santana and her dad. They pulled over and Santana practically forced him into the backseat. She joined him after cranking the heater and he let out a sigh of relief.

"What're you doing, stupid? Why didn't you call for help or go in somewhere?" she demanded.

"I don't have my phone or wallet and there's no where around here that doesn't make you pay for something in order to loiter about. Thank you so much for stopping." She nodded and told her dad to drive them to Puck's.

"He'll be able to give you a ride home but we're too busy." Kurt nodded and thanked them again. It turned out Puck's place was only a block away from where he had been. Kurt chuckled to himself. It seemed he hadn't been running without a direction. He had been unknowingly, or perhaps instinctively, running to Noah. He thanked them as they drove off and walked up to the door. Puck answered it shirtless with a girl wrapped in a blanket behind him. Kurt's cheeks heated and he looked away uncomfortably.

"Oh, my. I'm sorry," Kurt said. He started to leave but Puck grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house.

He gave him a push toward the stairs and shut the door. He looked at the girl and barked, "Get out," firmly. She looked startled and stepped forward to grab his belt loop. "But Noah, I'm still so horny for you."

"I don't give a fuck. Get outta my house." He pushed Kurt up the stairs and followed him up. They sat on his bed and heard the front door slam harshly as the girl left, angry at Puck's dismissal. Kurt immediately felt guilty for ruining Puck's night.

"I'm sorry. I can go away," Kurt offered sadly, looking at his clasped hands in his lap. Puck scoffed and shook his head. He settled with his back on his pillows and his legs open. He held a hand to Kurt and Kurt crawled across the bed to settle between his legs with his back against his chest.

"Poor boy," Puck cooed into Kurt's ear. Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed heavily to get rid of the clog in his throat. "My poor, sweet boy. Tell me what happened? Who hurt you?"

"Some bastard called my father and said he's going to go to hell with his fag son," Kurt told him after a few moments of struggling not to cry. Puck turned him partially so Kurt's cheek was against his chest and rubbed his back gently. Kurt couldn't stop the tears any longer. He broke down in Puck's arms, sobbing and shaking like a leaf.

Puck shushed him and held him tightly. He didn't know what else to do. and he didn't understand why this was upsetting Kurt so much. He dealt with insults and religious bullshit all the time. It just didn't seem like words would make him cry so hard, at least not to Puck.

It took him nearly an hour before he calmed down enough for Puck to let him go for a moment. He rose off the bed and got a wet clothe to clear the tear tracks from Kurt's cheeks then retrieved a pair of sweats and a shirt for Kurt. He let Kurt shower and change for bed while he ordered Chinese food and changed as well. They ate in silence then brushed their teeth and climbed into bed. Puck stared at Kurt's back until he turned over and Kurt tried to smile at him.

"You know, Jews don't believe in hell," Puck told him. "So, ya know, you're dad isn't going to hell and neither are you. And, yeah, other religions might believe it but there's no hell and being gay isn't a sin. Neither is being related to a gay." Kurt nodded and actually managed a half-smile. "That's not the problem is it?"

"No," Kurt whimpered. "He just looked so angry and hurt and I'm so tired of causing him pain, Noah. I so sick of making ruining everything for him. I mean, he says I don't and that he can take the harassment but what if Carole and Finn can't? He wants to marry her and adopt him. They're gonna be stuck related to me. They'll be harassed too." He sniffled and wiped away the last tear left in his tear ducts. He was officially cried out, he decided. "What if I ruin marrying her for him?"

Puck didn't know how to assure Kurt he wouldn't. He had known Carole and Finn longer and knew that, so long as Finn could scream and hit something to relieve frustration, they would try. They were strong but were they really Hummel strong? He didn't think so. Kurt didn't seem to either. With that thought in mind, how could he promise Kurt they were, even to make him feel better? It was a lie and it wouldn't help. So he said the only thing he thought might help. "Want a hug?"

"Yes, please," Kurt replied with a minuet chuckle. Puck held out his hands and Kurt scooted across the bed into the embrace. Puck held him tightly and Kurt hid his face in his bare chest. There was another long silence then Puck lied on his back and pulled Kurt half on top of him. "Careful. I may fall asleep like this," Kurt attempted to joke.

Puck just barely chuckled and began to stroke his back. He thought for a long moment then said, "Kurtie, my dad's brother left me his loft in New York last month." Kurt remained silent but tapped his chest to indicate he wanted him to go on. "I've been thinking of moving up there. With a free place to live, I would be okay to go to school and still work part time." Kurt nodded even though he didn't really want Puck to go. "I know you've always dreamed of New York."

"Noah, where is this going?" Kurt asked, pushing himself up to look Puck in the eyes. He was genuinely confused. Why did it matter what he's always dreamed about?

"Come with me." Kurt frowned in confused. Puck cupped his face and said, "Runaway with me, Kurt."

"Runaway with you? Puck, we're not even seventeen yet. Could we really make it on our own?"

Puck nodded. "I think we could. Our brains, looks, skills…You could get a job at anything fashion related or in any garage, I could get a job doing a lot of repair work or working in a garage too. The only thing we'd have to pay for would be utilities, furniture, and food. We wouldn't need a lot of furniture, of course. The only trouble we'd really have would be in transferring schools without our folks' approval."

Kurt rolled off Puck and sat up. He hugged his legs to his chest and closed his eyes to think. Puck sat up and began to rub his shoulders. "Puck, why would you want to go? Why aren't you happy here? You have all the girls and cougars you could want, the football team, and a successful pool cleaning business."

"Yeah, but I don't have anyone who actually cares about me. Social services is taking my sister away because my mom's a drunk, my mom spends every moment screaming at me because she's so drunk she thinks I'm my dad, Finn and I can barely talk anymore, and Artie doesn't care about me, just pities me. I can't stay anymore. I wanna go somewhere I can start over. Clean slate. No man-whore rep, no dead-beat dad, and no one judging me. I want to start over. Isn't New York supposed to be perfect for that or some shit?" Kurt nodded slightly and lied back down. Puck lied beside them. They faced each other on their sides and Kurt frowned. "What do you say? Clean slate for both of us?"

They stood there and Kurt thought for a long moment before he got up and went to the bathroom to splash water on his face just to make sure he wasn't dreaming because, frankly, a gorgeous man asking him to runaway with him? Yeah, not normal, at least not for him. Once he was sure he was awake, he walked back into the bedroom and found Puck sitting on the edge of the bed, hands clasped together and his head bowed. He looked up when Kurt entered. "Are you serious about this?"

Puck nodded. After a few more moments, Kurt nodded to. "Yes?" Puck questioned, arching an eyebrow and wondering if that was an answer or just confirmation.

"Yes," Kurt established firmly. "Yes, Noah. I'll runaway with you."

TBC

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