Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

A/N: Hello again readers. Sorry I haven't updated this sooner but I wanted to finish my other fic Shot Into Love before I continued with this one since I feel that it deserves so much care and attention given the subject matter. There will be some random joke-y/funny lines and I don't want anyone thinking that it shouldn't be included because of the serious issue that this story grows from. I simply see it as a part of Noah's personality. There are numerous things I could further explain, but I will address them if they are brought up. Anyway, here's chapter two of Hero, Savior, Mine. Hope you enjoy and please share any thoughts or criticisms you may have. Song included: Plans by Birds of Tokyo (which I also don't own).

Through the slight haze he could feel his hand wrapped in a larger one while another gently ran through his hair. He forced his eyes open to settle upon the concerned gaze of the tan jock, his hero. "Hey," he mumbled.

"Hey yourself," Puck whispered.

"How long was I out?"

"Only a few minutes. During the last part of the exam it got to be too much for you so they gave you something to calm you down."

"Has my dad been told what happened?"

"I'm not sure how much they told him, but they did get a hold of him. He should be here anytime. Speaking of which, you'll probably want me to head out so you can be alone with him."

"No!" Kurt exclaimed, tightening his grip on the jock's hand. "Please, please don't leave me."

"Calm down Kurt, it's okay. As long as it's what you want I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks. Can we talk about something else please?"

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

"It's stupid actually."

"I doubt it's stupid. Come on, you can tell me."

"The main thing on my mind should be what that asshole did to me. He stole my virginity. But what do I keep thinking about? The fact that he stole my first kiss. That's got to be the stupidest thing to think about out of this whole nightmare."

"It's not stupid Kurt. Your virginity and your first kiss mean something. You're allowed to want them to be special. Although you can always have do-overs. Then they can mean something."

Kurt giggled, "a do over?"

"Totally man. In fact, we can redo one of them right now. If you give the okay of course."

"I hope you're not hoping to go find some male nurse or doctor to come and have sex with me."

"What? No! Have you lost your mind? I was talking about redoing your first kiss."

"But how? Who-"

"Me."

"Noah, you're straight."

"Just yes or no Kurt. Your choice."

Kurt laid in his hospital bed, looking into the eyes of the young man who saved him. He saw no signs of disgust, only sincerity. Mouth dry, all he could do was nod. The hand that was holding his let go, but before he could sigh in disappointment he felt that same hand lightly caressing the outline of his jaw. His eyes watched as the jock's face slowly lowered to his own. When moist lips met his own dry ones, his eyes slowly closed. The jock didn't try anything other than pressing his lips to the others. And to be honest, that was enough. It was a soft, gentle caress. It was perfect. Puck was the one to break the kiss, pulling back slowly and even saw the small smile that flashed across the other teen's face.

Kurt started to open his mouth to say something, anything, but the boys' attention was quickly drawn to a commotion coming down the hallway. "God damn it! Someone better tell me where the hell my son is in the next five seconds or - …" The rest was blocked out as Kurt paled – if that was even possible – and immediately tensed.

"Kurt, hey, calm down. It's just your dad babe, it'll be okay. Don't worry."

A gasp was heard from the doorway, "oh Kurt! Buddy, I was so scared, " his dad said as he made his way to the other side of the hospital bed. When the elder Hummel bent to hug his son, Kurt freaked and did his level best to get away.

Puck quickly moved into action. He grasped both of Kurt's hands in his own, made direct eye contact, and spoke in a calm, cool voice, "it's okay. Calm down. Come on, baby, breathe with me. You're ok. Nothing or no one is going to hurt you again. I promised you earlier that I got your back, remember?"

Burt scrambled backwards, taking in the scene before him. His son, his precious baby boy was afraid of him. What the hell had happened to his son?

"I'm sorry dad." His son's voice broke Burt out of his thoughts.

"It's…it's okay Kurt. I'm just glad you're okay. Can one of you please tell me what happened? The cops really didn't give me much information," he asked of the two teens. He shifted his attention back and forth before finally settling on his son. That's when he saw it all, took it all in. His son's face was covered in bruises, there was a line of stitches just under his hairline, his left wrist was in a brace, and he was as tense as a taught wire. God only knew what other injuries there were that he couldn't see.

"Noah, can you…" Kurt questioned.

"Yeah I can tell him. Do you want me to call for the nurse first and get you some pain meds?"

"No. Just, please, tell my dad what happened."

"Okay…um…well I'm not too sure of the earlier details, but a jock cornered Kurt in the locker room and assaulted him."

"No shit! I can see that just by looking at him!" Burt seethed. Kurt, again, clung onto Puck with as much strength as he could muster. Seeing his son's reaction, Burt tried to calm down. "Sorry Kurt. Please continue."

"I walked into the locker room and found Kurt curled up on the floor. There was blood all around him. It took some convincing but I was finally able to talk Kurt into giving me a name so I could call the cops."

"Noah, you have to tell him the last part. The hardest part."

"I know, and really sir, I'm not sure how to say it. I'm sorry to tell you this but…Kurt was raped."

Burt paled and crumbled down into a chair. "No. How could you say that? No. My little boy, my son, was not raped." Tears ran down the elder Hummel's face. He kept shaking his head, as if that could somehow erase what he was just told. He didn't want to believe it; he couldn't. He looked up into the dimmed eyes of his only son and he knew that this Noah kid was telling the truth. Kurt had been raped.

"I'm so sorry daddy. So sorry," Kurt cried.

Burt raised his hands into the air, as if in surrender, as he slowly and hesitantly stepped toward his son. "No. You have nothing to be sorry about Kurt. You didn't do anything wrong. I promise you. Is it okay if I come a little closer? If you say no it's perfectly okay. We'll take this as slow and carefully as you need to."

"Yes, you can. All I want is a big hug from you. I know you would never hurt me, but my head…"

"I understand. Really, I do."

"You're doing so well Kurt," Puck assured the broken boy.

"You're really helping Noah. I wouldn't be this calm if it wasn't for you." Kurt looked over to find that his dad had made it to his bedside and he wasn't even freaking out. Considering his left wrist was in a cast, he did his best to reach out and wrap his fingers around his dad's. Burt flashed a comforting smile before focusing on the quiet jock across from him.

"So, your name's Noah, right?"

"Everyone calls me Puck, but yes, my name is Noah."

"Well, Noah, I really want to thank you for finding my son and getting him the help he needed."

"Please don't thank me sir. I really don't deserve it."

"Noah –" Kurt was easily cut off.

"Sir, you deserve to know that up until I joined glee, I was one of Kurt's bullies."

"Dad –"

"Hold on Kurt. I appreciate you telling me that Noah. It's obvious though that Kurt doesn't see you as some bully. If you were anything like the guy you used to be you wouldn't have even thought about helping Kurt. Let's say you were still a bully and had called for help. You sure as hell wouldn't be here with him now. You would've been long gone. Kurt's clearly forgiven you… maybe you should try forgiving yourself Noah. You're a good man."

A blush spread across the dark teen's skin, tears pooled in his eyes. "I… I don't know what to say."

Kurt tugged on the hand he had yet to let go of. "Dad's right. When I look at you I don't see Puck anymore – unless it's to defend one of our friends. All I see is Noah. That's who you are now. You're Noah. Sweet, caring Noah. Okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks Kurt, for looking past the wall I built and seeing the real me. And thanks Mr. Hummel."

"For what?"

"Not immediately kicking me out as soon as I told you about me."

"Don't worry about it. Besides, I don't think Kurt would let you leave no matter what I said."

"Like I told my ma when we got here, the security guards would have to shoot me before I ever leave Kurt's side."

Burt chuckled, "I think we'll get along just fine."

Shortly after, a nurse came in to check on Kurt and to give him some more pain meds. Either Burt or Noah was with Kurt the entire time – ensuring he was never left on his own. Several times throughout the night Kurt awoke screaming or crying from a nightmare. Noah and Burt were quick to reassure him that he was safe and he was okay. Thankfully, at some point, Kurt's brain registered that his dad would never hurt him. He no longer shrunk away from him or flinched in fear. Being able to feel his dad's comforting arms around him whenever he needed them was a huge relief to Kurt.

It was decided that Kurt would need to spend one more night in the hospital before he could go home. His at-home-care orders were just shy of bed rest with him allowed to get up to used the bathroom and such – at least for the first couple days. After that, Kurt was supposed to take it easy, doing only what he felt capable of. Upon hearing all the doctor's orders and advice, Burt thought it was wise to sit down with Kurt and Noah to devise a plan in which Kurt would be most comfortable. Kurt's first condition was that no one, not even Finn, be told of what happened. Thus Burt told his son that Carole was aware of what occurred, but promised she would keep his secret. Noah surprised both Hummels when he announced that he wanted to be around as much as they would allow. He wanted to be around in case Kurt needed him. Kurt was more than happy about that, but Burt was a tad wary and said as much. He didn't want Kurt to become dependent on Noah or vice versa. It would be easy for them to form an unhealthy attachment due to this traumatic event and he felt these boys had already been through enough. With Kurt's persisting that he only felt safe with him and Noah, Burt let the subject drop.

When it was announced that Kurt was allowed to go home, Burt and Carole came up with the plan that she would take Finn to visit her sister in Columbus, thus allowing Kurt a few days to settle back into the house. With walking and some movements still being quite painful for Kurt, Puck quickly lifted the boy into his arms once they got to the house. Making his way inside, he was careful not to jostle the injured boy too much. Gingerly sitting on the couch Kurt blurted, "I want to move into the basement." Puck leaned against the arm of the couch and scooped the smaller teen's hand in his own for comfort.

"What? Why?" Burt asked.

"I think I'd feel more comfortable down there. I love Finn, but you've seen how he sometimes just barges into my room. I'm not exactly in the best shape to handle something like that right now."

"Okay, I get that, but you can't hide yourself away from this Kurt."

"No one said anything about hiding. For God's sake, just think about how I reacted to you at the hospital and you're my dad! Moving into the basement just feels right. And what about the nightmares? Living on the other side of the wall from Finn he's liable to hear something and that will lead to questions. I can't handle it Dad especially not now. Please? I'm begging you."

"Okay, okay. You're right. But I'm not gonna let you hide away down there like a hermit. I know you're not going to be comfortable around people, especially men, for awhile so we'll take that one step at a time. If Noah's willing to help, we can move the stuff you need down there today."

"Of course, I'd be glad to help," Puck spoke honestly.

"What about your heart dad?"

"It'll be fine. At least there's already a bed down there. They're always a pain in the ass to move. Why don't we head to your room so you can show me and Noah what you want to take down for now? When it's easier for you to get around then you can do your thing. Noah, would you grab Kurt?"

"Dad! I'm not a baby."

"Come on Kurt," Puck said with arms outstretched, "your chariot awaits. Seriously, have you seen my guns?"

"Noah, your Puck is showing," Kurt giggled. Just hearing the sound made Puck smile.

**GLEE**

It only took a few hours for Puck and Burt to move all items Kurt deemed 'absolutely necessary'. Stuff that included clothes, his special pillow, his laptop and iPod, some books and magazines, the box sets of Golden Girls and Gilmore Girls, as well as a few musicals he may feel like watching. Burt had to repeatedly remind his son that if something came up that he needed then they could easily retrieve it. With one more lift on the Puck chariot, Kurt was settled in his new basement room. Puck joined Kurt on the bed while Burt announced that he was going to make them all some lunch. "So Kurt, how are you holding up? And I mean honestly," Puck asked.

Kurt settled on his side as best as he could and look at the tan jock, "I don't know. I'm hurting of course, but that can't be helped at the moment. Then there are moments when my brain kind of goes on overload, but being around you and dad helps that. Tell me though, how are you doing Noah?"

"I'm fine, why would you ask that?"

"Well, walking in on that scene in the locker room couldn't have been the most ideal thing in the world to see. I'd be surprised if it didn't have some sort of effect on you."

"We shouldn't be talking about his. Hell, you just got home from the hospital a few hours ago."

"We agreed earlier that I wasn't gonna hide from this. At this point the slightest movement is reminder enough. Besides, I have no doubt that there are at least a dozen freak outs in my near future. But, honestly, I want to know how you're doing."

In what seemed to be a new subconscious action of Puck's, he grabbed hold of Kurt's hand exploring every inch of it with his eyes and fingertips. He even placed a gentle kiss on the back of Kurt's hand. "I guess it's kind of like how you described it. Every time I closed my eyes all I see is you lying on that cold floor again. It's worse when I fall asleep because you're laying there and no matter what I do I can't wake you up. Then, when I wake up, I'm like 'oh, it was all just a bad dream' until it comes slamming back that it really did happen."

"Noah…"

"I would give anything to make this go away. To take all your pain away."

"Sing for me," Kurt blurted surprising the jock.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Please sing for me Noah. Just a little bit."

"Um… okay…"

We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
Shedding skin you show your beauty scars
Don't forget me or who you are

You know this don't feel right
Who knows what we feel?

I just met you I can read your thoughts
What they tell me is what I want
I'll keep you guessing keep you wanting more
'Cause where we're going no one knows

You know this don't feel right
Who knows this could feel right

I just met you, I swear I read your thoughts
So don't forget me or what you want

The moment between the boys was broken by a throat clearing next to the stairs. They both looked up to see Burt standing at the bottom of the stairs with two plates in hand. "You got a good voice on ya kid," he complimented.

Puck blushed, head down, "thank you sir."

"Well, I hope it's okay but I made you both a BLT, and Kurt you need to take your meds." The boys accepted the plates with thanks. "I'll be upstairs if either of you need me." With that, Burt was gone again.

Kurt took his meds and began eating his sandwich, "that was beautiful Noah. You'll have to tell me what that song is so I can get it."

"Thank you. It's called Plans by Birds of Tokyo. It's a lot better with the music and everything though."

"Eh, I still love your version. Maybe I can convince you to record that for me one day," Kurt said with a little twinkle in his eye.

"Yeah, yeah. Eat up." Once they finished their lunch, it didn't take long for Kurt's meds to kick in and he started to get drowsy. It was blatantly obvious to Puck that Kurt was fighting sleep. "It's okay Kurt. Go to sleep. I'll stay right here with you."

"You promise?"

Puck covered Kurt with a blanket and wrapped his warm hands around Kurt's cold ones, "yeah, babe, I promise."