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Part 2
After parking my car on the roadside of my house, I turned the ignition off and just sat alone in the darkness. I didn't have the strength or the will to move yet. My dad was inside the house somewhere, completely unaware of what had happened to me, his only son. Telling him could destroy him. He's always been protective of me, especially since mum died. Knowing what happened tonight could break him. He'd blame himself and I couldn't stomach the thought of that. It was much better for him to believe that I'd spent the night with Mercedes.
Of course, if my dad saw me in my current state, he'd know that something bad happened. There would be no way to avoid his questioning. If he was asleep, I'd be able to get by but I knew my dad, he always stayed up waiting for me to get home. For a moment, I considered sneaking around the back and crawling in through my basement window. But I knew I wouldn't be able to manage it, I was still far too sore.
Turning the engine back on, I drove away off down the street, away from the familiarity of my home, the safety of my dad's presence and the comfort of his strong arms. After drying round for a while I pulled over and slipped my cell phone out of my jeans. A few angry tears splashed down onto the screen as I looked at it. I should have called the police earlier, when Karofsky first attacked but I didn't even think about using my phone.
Taking a few moments to control my emotions, I called home. It didn't take long for my dad to answer, meaning I was correct in assuming he was still awake and that I wouldn't have been able to sneak past him.
"Hey dad, it's me." I said with false cheer. "Mercedes and I are going to make a night of it so I'll see you in the morning."
"Ok Kurt." My dad replied without any suspicion. "You be good, kid. Don't keep the Jones' up all night again."
"We'll keep the noise down don't worry." I told him with a forced chuckle. "We're just going to watch a few favourite movies then we'll get to bed."
"You two enjoy yourselves." He said. "Tell Mercedes I said hi."
"Sure dad, goodnight." I answered.
"Goodnight Kurt, I love you." He told me and the words caused another tear to fall.
"I love you too." I replied in a breathy whisper before hanging up.
Running a hand through my messy hair, I struggled over what my next action should be. I couldn't return home until morning but I needed to clean myself up first. Thoughts of driving myself to the hospital entered my head but I quickly shook them away. Any doctor or nurse would easily be able to tell what had happened to me and because I'm still a minor they would insist on contacting the police. That would also lead to them informing my dad and that was the last thing I wanted.
Most of my friends were probably still at that party, enjoying themselves and having fun, completely unaware to what had happened to me on the floor above without their knowledge. The thought of any of them knowing made me feel ill anyway. The same applied to Artie and Mercedes; I couldn't ask them for help, not about this.
I briefly considered seeking help from Mr. Schue but that would be far too awkward and he'd make me tell my dad and the police. He probably wouldn't know what to do anyway. There was really only one person I could turn to in this situation. Hand shaking, I searched through the contacts on my phone until I came to Puck's name. As I stared down at the number, I was attacked with the memory of what he'd done to me. Knowing that he was my only option, unless I wanted to clean myself up in a public toilet and risk catching some hideous disease, I pressed the call button and held the phone to my ear.
Hearing his voice greet me hello was a difficult thing to hear. A large part of me never wanted to hear his voice again but I knew I needed his help. I contained my sobs long enough to inform him I was coming over before hanging up and driving to Puck's house. As I drove, my mind wandered to Puck's family. Everyone knew his dad had walked out on them many years ago but he still had his mum and sister. I had heard a fair amount about Puck's mum from Quinn and I was pretty sure the woman worked night shifts. Hopefully she would be out. As for his sister, I knew she was too young to be left home alone so she must have had a babysitter or been staying the night at a friends.
I arrived at Puck's house far too soon for my liking but I couldn't turn back. He was sat on the doorstep waiting for me and stood when I parked my car in his drive. Our eyes met and we stared at one another through the glass of my windshield before I unbuckled my seatbelt and slowly hobbled out. Walking was painful and I had to lean heavily on my car. Puck moved hesitantly towards me, close enough to catch me if I fell but respectfully not touching.
Gritting my teeth, I straightened up and took slow steps towards his front door. Somehow, I made it inside despite the burning pain down below. Once I made it through the door, I gripped the banister and leaned on it for support as I tried to stop my tears and get my breathing under control. The door shut and the sound made me flinch violently, reminding me of how Azimio had slammed the bedroom door at the party.
"Sorry." Puck apologised upon seeing my reaction. "Just relax; I'm not going to hurt you."
"No, you already have." I snapped bitchily. Guilt spread over his face as well as assaulting my taste buds. He didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of my bitchy diva-ness. Although it was hard to sympathise with his anguish when I was so caught up in my own, somewhere in my head and heart I knew that he wasn't the bad guy. "Sorry." I mumbled.
"You're not the one who should be feeling guilty." Puck told me. "Just… just let me help you. Are you sure you don't want to call the police."
"I'm sure." I answered immediately suddenly realising how dry my throat was. "Water?" I asked and he nodded before moving to the kitchen and filling me a glass. Normally, I would have followed, but I hadn't the energy. "Thanks." I said as he handed me the glass, it shook in my hands a little, some of the water splashing out onto my hand but I managed to bring it to my lips and take a much needed gulp.
"Tell me what to do, Kurt." Puck pleaded and I could tell he was feeling as hopeless as I was.
"Your family?" I asked looking up the stairs and he told me they were out. His mum was indeed working the night shift and I had correctly guessed that his sister was at a sleepover. "Can I use your shower?"
"Think you can manage it alone?" Puck asked seriously but I wasn't too sure myself. My thoughts must have reflected in my face because Puck suggested he run me a bath instead. "If it's ok with you, I'll be in the bathroom with you just to make sure you don't… pass out and drown."
"How considerate of you." I quipped unable to contain myself. I finished my water and passed the glass to him trying to decide whether I'd prefer a shower or bath. Either way, I'd probably need Puck's assistance at some point. A bath would help sooth my aches better but a shower would leave me feeling cleaner. "Let me shower." I decided in a voice that left no room for argument.
Nodding in acceptance, Puck headed to the kitchen to place the empty glass away. In his absence, I made a start on the task of climbing the stairs. Climbing down the stairs at the house party had certainly been a lot easier and less painful. I was about half way up when I felt Puck moving behind me and heard him offer his help. Despite the fact I knew it would be much quicker and easier to accept, I declined. I wasn't ready to allow him to touch me yet, at least not any more than was absolutely necessary.
Reaching the top of the stairs I looked from left to right, unsure of where the bathroom was located. Puck pointed me in the right direction and I entered the bathroom, Puck turning the light on. The stand in shower looked simple enough but the situation certainly wasn't. In order to shower, my clothes would need to come off. Even though Puck had already seen me naked, I was in no hurry for him to see my nude form again. Feeling vulnerable was not something I was fond of.
"Towels are in here." Puck said pointing to a large wooden box. He lifted the lid, took out a towel then placed it on top. "I'll um… I'll find you something clean to wear."
He headed away to his bedroom and I took the moment alone to look upon my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Turning my head from side to side, I tried to analyse the state of the bruising. With the right make-up, I knew I'd be able to cover the bruises from my father and the rest of the world. The bite marks on my neck could also be covered with make-up and hidden by scarves or long necked sweaters. My face was dried with blood from being punched in the nose but that would easily wash away under the spray of the shower.
"Will this do?" Puck asked me holding up a pair of long shorts and his football jersey. I nodded and Puck placed the clothing on top of the towel box. "I'm here if you need me." Puck said and he placed the toilet lid down and sat on it.
"Close your eyes." I ordered and he did as I asked as I undressed.
I stepped into the shower but left the door half open so he'd be able to hear me if I needed his help. I turned the shower on to an acceptable heat and braced my hands on the tiled wall as I let the water wash away the blood, dearly hoping it would wash the horrific memories away too but knowing that it would not. Tipping my head back, I sighed in relief as the blood was washed off of my face. Looking down at the drain and blinking the water out of my eyes, I saw that the water was tinted pink from my dried blood.
Resting my forehead on the coolness of the tiles, I reached my hands behind myself to part my ass cheeks. The water hit my abused area and I released a whimper at the sting.
"Kurt?" I heard Puck question in concern.
"It hurts." I admitted as the blood around my sore anus was washed away.
"Do you need help?" Puck asked.
I wanted to tell him no and continue to wash by myself but my legs were quickly losing strength. It wouldn't be long before my knees buckled and I crashed onto the shower floor. Shelving my dignity and conjuring as much bravery as I could muster, I asked Puck to join me. He stepped in behind me just in time to catch me before my legs gave out. His arms wrapped around me gently, supporting my weight. Trying to block out the knowledge of what had happened between us earlier that night, I clung to his shoulders and buried my face into the crook of his neck so I wouldn't have to see his face. At least that way I could try and pretend that it was somebody else in the shower with me washing the evidence of the night's events away. He had taken his shirt, shoes and socks off but probably for my benefit he had left his pants on.
"Kurt?" Puck asked tentatively. I wish he wouldn't speak, hearing his voice makes it harder to ignore the fact he's the one taking care of me. "I need to spread your cheeks apart so I can clean your hole better."
"Ok." I answered as I fought down the overwhelming urge to scream, cry and beat my fists against his strong chest.
He was gentle as he opened my butt cheeks and used a flannel to wash away the dried blood. He wiped away the dried up stains on my thighs too before lightly running his finger around my battered opening. The pain shot up my spine and I dug my nails into Puck's shoulders as I cried out. He whispered soothing words to me as he tenderly continued his work.
"All done." He told me moving his hands away from my buttocks and up my back.
"My hair." I replied weakly knowing I still didn't have the strength to wash it myself.
Puck nodded in understanding and gently lowered me to my knees before setting about washing my hair. His fingers massaging shampoo into my scalp felt wonderful and I relaxed into the touch. For a few glorious minutes, my mind was at peace, free of the horror of what had happened to me that night, part of it due to the person taking care of me now. Of course, after he'd finished washing my hair, everything returned full force. I felt sick realising I'd enjoyed having Puck touch my hair so soon after being raped by him. I was very conflicted with my emotions towards him. Parts of my brain were continuously reminding me that he had raped me and that I should therefore be disgusted by his close proximity, fearful of him and hate him. Another section of my mind was fighting to defend Puck's earlier actions and convince myself that it was ok to respond to his gentle ministrations in the way I had.
The shower water was turned off and Puck wordlessly helped me step out. He was good enough not to look at my naked body while he wrapped me in the towel and helped me dry off. Suitably dry, I lightly pushed him away from me and dressed myself. Looking at his feet, I saw that his jeans were sopping wet from the shower.
"I'm just gonna change." He informed me quietly.
As he headed to his bedroom, I checked my reflection in the mirror again, feeling slightly happier with what I saw but still feeling incredibly dirty and thoroughly used. Grabbing my clothes off the floor, I slowly made my way downstairs, throwing my clothes into the trash. I certainly wouldn't be wearing them ever again, not after what happened to me while wearing them.
I took a seat on the living-room sofa and Puck joined me a while later. He was fully dressed and holding two steaming mugs of cocoa. He passed me a cup and took a seat on the other end of the couch. We spent the night in silence until sleep finally claimed me. I woke in the morning to find my head resting on Puck's lap, his hand gently running through my hair. My mind and body told me I should react badly to the touch, and I did flinch a little. But my heart couldn't fail to point out how soothing the contact was. Still, I moved away and headed upstairs to use the toilet.
After washing my hands, I splashed cold water onto my face to help me wake up a little more. Searching through the cabinets, I found a tube of toothpaste and squirted a blob onto my finger before brushing my teeth as best as I could. Just as I was putting the toothpaste away, Puck appeared at the doorway.
"Are you ok?" He asked me.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I returned thinking things might be easier to take the 'ignore it and pretend it never happened' approach. It may have worked if Puck had co-operated.
"Kurt, I stole your virginity from you last night." Puck pointed out, not that I needed reminding, my bottom was still throbbing with a dull pain. "You need to… I don't know. But you shouldn't be so calm like you are now. You need to yell or hit me or something."
"I just want to forget about it." I told him. "It would be great if you'd let me try."
He wanted to argue, I could tell but he clenched his fists together and forced himself to stay quiet. I appreciated that. Looking back to me, though neither of us meeting the other's eye, Puck offered me use of his mum's make-up to conceal my bruises. He also said I was welcome to borrow a pair of her jeans and one of his sister's scarves to go home in just as long as I brought them back.
Thanking him, I stepped past, tensing a little as our arms brushed together before asking which way his mother's room was. Entering the correct door, I moved to her small vanity and searched through her products for the best items to use then got to work on covering my bruises. Checking my face and neck from all angles, I decided the discolouration on my skin was concealed well enough. Feeling a little awkward, I searched through Mrs. Puckerman's wardrobe for a pair of jeans. Stripping out of the borrowed shorts, I pulled a pair of light coloured jeans on. Wearing Puck's football jersey felt too weird and my dad would certainly asked questions so I selected myself a plain white v-necked sweater from Mrs. Puckerman's wardrobe. Moving back to the hallway, I handed Puck his shorts and jersey back before entering his little sister's room and finding a scarf. Using her mirror, I knotted the scarf carefully around my throat before using her brush and comb to fashion my hair so it hung lazily over my forehead, a few strands falling into my eyes.
"I'll bring this stuff back to you on Monday." I told Puck before finding my shoes, slipping them on to my feet then heading down the stairs.
"Kurt, wait." Puck called to me and I paused by the front door, staring at the markings in the wood as I waited for him to speak. "What happens now?"
"I don't know." I answered honestly. "I think we just… let's just pretend that last night never happened. That's probably the best option."
"I can't do that." Puck replied guiltily and I felt a strong urge to punch him. Repeatedly. In the face. Really hard. "I want to make this better. I want to fix you."
"I'm not broken." I responded in a harsher tone than I intended. "I don't need anyone to fix me, especially not you."
"You understand why I did it… don't you?" He asked me. "You know I did it because I thought… I thought it would be better if it was me… I knew he wouldn't be gentle, I was, or I tried to be. I was trying to make it… better. I'm not sick like those bastards, I didn't do it to humiliate you or hurt you."
"I know." I forced myself to say before Puck broke down in tears. I don't think I could handle having him break down on me. "But what do you want me to say? Do you expect me to thank you or something?"
"No, of course not." Puck said quickly. "I don't… you don't owe me anything. But what happened last night, I'm suffering from it too, not as badly I know but… well, maybe I need you to fix me."
"You can't ask me to do that." I sighed resting my head on the glass in the door frame. "Please I just… I can't. I'm really confused about how to feel about you right now. I know you aren't a sick malicious prick like Karofsky or Azimio, I know that, I do. But no matter what way I try to think about it, the fact still remains that you raped me. I don't… I don't hate you. Although part of me thinks I should, and part of me knows it would be easier if I did, I don't. But I can't be the person to help you deal with your struggles of guilt. You need to overcome that alone just as I do. I know you want me to forgive you, maybe one day I will, but not today, not until I'm ready. So, I'm going to open the door now and get in to my car. Please don't try and get me to stay."
I fiddled with the latch and pulled the door open then stepped out. The morning breeze felt soothing on my skin as I walked to my car, my eyes squinting against the brightness of the sun. As I had requested, Puck didn't follow me. He was still watching me from the doorway though, I could sense it.
On the drive home, I made up a mental list of films to say I had watched with Mercedes, just in case dad asked. Upon arriving home, I found a note from my dad saying he'd gone fishing with some friends. I breathed a sigh of relief as I headed down to my basement. Shutting the door, I curled up in my bed and cried myself to sleep, something I wouldn't have been able to do if my dad had been home.
Dad came back later that evening and I'd prepared dinner for the two of us. After my sleep, I'd made sure to keep myself occupied. I'd done a lot of cleaning, finished reading a book I had been halfway through and then busied myself with cooking. Eating with my dad was surprisingly easy. With our mouths full of food, we didn't have to talk. I chewed my roast potatoes and swallowed before helping myself to seconds. Dad's eyes widened in surprise but he made no comment. Usually I ate small amounts but I was starving and food was most welcome.
With my dad's help, I washed the dishes. I put some music on and sang along to the words so I wouldn't have to make conversation. He sang along with me, even dancing a little which made me laugh. Smiling at him, I didn't think laughter had ever felt so good. Without warning, I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
"Hey buddy, what's up?" He asked me with a surprised laugh.
"I love you daddy." I told him, cursing myself for saying 'daddy'. He knew I only used that when something was bothering me, or if I wanted money for clothes.
"Daddy?" He repeated inquisitively. "Ok, how much?"
Realising that dad had assumed I was after money; I took advantage of it and decided to play along so I could keep him from discovering the truth. If he noticed I was upset and asked what was wrong, I'm not sure if I'd be able to lie convincingly.
"Only $50 for an incredible sweater that would look so fabulous on me." I invented.
"You help me out in the shop after school tomorrow then I'll give you the money." Dad compromised and I smiled up at him before agreeing.
Saying that I was tired having stayed up all night at Mercedes', I bid him goodnight and made my way down to my basement. Although I was relieved that I'd fooled dad into thinking everything was fine, I felt bad for lying to him over something so serious. There was also a place inside of me that was a little hurt and a tad angry that he had failed to see I was drowning in so much emotional anguish. Even though I was doing my best to hide the truth from him and really didn't want him to know, there was still a part of me that wanted to fall into my dad's arms and have him rock me as I cried.
That night, I didn't sleep. The thought of attending school on Monday and having to face Karofsky, Azimio, Blonde Guy as well as Puck and all my friends was not a good one. I felt sick. People would ask about the party, I knew they would. They'd want to know where I disappeared to and I had no idea how I might respond. Then there were the three jocks. I'd try and keep a low profile but I wouldn't be able to hide from them. Sooner or later, our paths would cross.
XXX
Morning came, as I knew it would, even though I didn't feel prepared for it. I took a quick shower and dressed. I wore a pair of grey pinstriped trousers, looser than the tight pants I would usually wear. With it I wore a white long-sleeved shirt complete with a black waistcoat and tie. My hair was combed neatly and my make-up concealed my bruises perfectly. Looking in the mirror, I gave myself an inspirational pep talk, assuring myself that I could make it through the day.
On the drive to school, I had to keep repeating parts of my self-motivational speech so I wouldn't ditch and drive on to wherever the wheels of my car would take me. Arriving at McKinley, I parked my baby in my usual spot and looked out the window and the students milling around. I hadn't been around a large number of people since the party. I wasn't sure how I'd cope with human contact. There were bound to be times when other students would bump into me or shove me into lockers. And my friends from Glee would perhaps hug me or touch me. I flinched in my seat at the mere thought of it. My dad was different; he was family and I just… I just didn't worry about having him touch me. But other people, that was a different matter.
There was a soft knock on my car window and I turned my head to find Puck standing awkwardly with his backpack slung on his shoulder. Rolling the window down, I asked him what I wanted, my eyes returning to look straight ahead rather than at him.
"You can't stay in that car forever." Puck pointed out.
"I feel sick." I confided. "And I'm scared. I don't want to have to face them. I didn't even want to have to see you."
"You don't have to face them today." Puck suggested. "We could drive somewhere; skip school for the day, just you and me."
"No." I replied. "If I don't get out of this car and walk into that building today then I'll never have the courage to do it."
"If you want, I'll stick by you all day." Puck offered. "I won't let those fuckers near you if I can help it. I'll get the other guys to help. And Santana, they won't fuck with us if she's around."
"The guys can't be around me all the time." I said reasonably. "They won't be able to protect me forever. Just like you couldn't protect me Saturday night even though you were trying to."
He pulled my car door open and extended his hand to help me out. My eyes fixed on his hand before travelling up the arm it was attached to and then to Puck's face. I shook my head and he let his arm drop back to his side. I stepped out of the car and closed the door before catching sight of Rachel and Finn. Calling out to them, I waved then made my way over to join them, Puck a few steps behind me. As I had predicted, the first words to leave Rachel's mouth formed the question of where I had gotten off to at the party. Not having a false answer prepared, I turned to Puck for help and he stepped in to say that I'd gotten embarrassingly drunk and he had driven me home. The two accepted the story before Rachel launched into a discussion about the solo she thought she ought to perform at Regionals.
Walking along with them, I tried to tell myself that the day wouldn't be so bad. Just as I was beginning to believe my own thoughts, someone ran by and jostled me into Finn. The contact made me flinch before I violently pushed him away, shrieking at him not to touch me. Both Rachel and Finn looked at me as though I'd gone mad. In fact, everyone around us who had heard my exclamation looked at me as though I was insane.
"Kurt, are you feeling ok?" Rachel asked me reaching her hand out to my forehead but I jerked away from her.
"I'm fine. Just leave me alone." I shot at her before scampering away like a frightened animal.
I kept running blindly through the swarm of students until I found a deserted corridor. I promptly slumped against the wall, and then slid down with my back against the wall and my feet on the floor, head buried in my hands and my knees pulled up. My body wracked with sobs and when my ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps, I twisted my body to the side, pressing myself against the wall and making a useless attempt to hide.
"Let me take you home." Puck's voice said and I sensed him crouching down beside me. "You're not ready to be here."
"I said I wanted to be left alone." I replied as he furiously wiped away the tears from my eyes.
"Well I'm not going anywhere." Puck told me and I turned a glare upon him. "If I leave you alone and Karofsky found you I'd never forgive myself. I'm not letting him hurt you, not again."
"You didn't let him hurt me the first time." I mumbled quietly. "It wasn't your fault."
"But I feel like it is." Puck confessed as he moved to sit beside me. I shifted a little distance away. "If I'd have been sober I could have taken those assholes. Or if I'd grabbed somebody else to help me sort out Karofsky instead of trying to be the hero all by myself. Fuck, I ended up being just as bad as the villain. When you said you were going home, I should have walked you to the car and made sure you were safe. If I'd just done something different I could have stopped this shit from happening."
"It wasn't your fault." I repeated. "What happened, happened. Nobody can change that. We just have to live with it and deal with it alone."
"Can't we deal with this together?" Puck asked and I glared daggers at him, feeling a sense of triumph when he recoiled. "We can help each other, Kurt. We don't have to be alone in this."
"I don't want you to help me." I growled out. "I don't even want you near me. When I look at you I feel sick."
"You don't have to be afraid of me." Puck said gently and I found myself irritated by him being so caring.
"I'm not." I told him after a few minutes of silence. It was true, I wasn't really afraid of Puck. I wasn't fully comfortable around him or indeed anyone at the moment, but I wasn't scared of him. Mostly, being around him just gave me a large confusing headache. "We should get to class." I said before heaving myself to my feet.
Puck stood with me and I could feel his eyes on my face while I dropped my gaze to his kneecaps. Remembering the borrowed clothing in my bag, I pulled the items out and handed them to him with a polite thank you.
"I want to protect you." Puck told me after I'd taken a few steps away from him. "I want to earn your forgiveness for what I did and I want to make things better between us. I just… fuck, I care about you Kurt. For a while my feelings for you have been changing. That night, I danced with you because I like you and I wanted you to like me too. Then I was kissing your neck, you remember that right? That wasn't just because I was drunk. It was because I wanted to, because I enjoyed it."
"Did you enjoy raping me?" I asked with my back still facing him.
"Of course not." Puck answered firmly.
"But you came." I reminded him.
"I know." Puck sighed. "And I'm sorry but I couldn't help it. You were… you were so tight." He whispered guiltily. "And I… I wanted to be with you like that. I wanted to be your first but… never like that for fuck sake."
"What do you want from me, Puck?" I asked turning round to look past his shoulder rather than at his face.
"I want you to forgive me." Puck answered. "And I want… you. I wanna date you and be threatened with physical violence by your dad and Mercedes if I ever break your heart. I wanna hold your hand and sing cheesy duets in Glee just like Rachel and Finn do. I want to be your… boyfriend."
"That's what you want?" I asked and Puck nodded. "Well I would advise you not to hold your breath because I don't think I can give you any of that."
"Yes you could." Puck insisted and I felt myself freeze up and I wrapped my arms around myself defensively. "If you didn't or couldn't ever feel something for me… you wouldn't have come to my place the other night after what happened. You wouldn't even be talking to me now. If nothing could happen between us, you'd hate me. But you've told me yourself that you don't and you said you're not scared of me. I know you'll need… time but we can work through this."
"I'm going to class now." I responded emotionlessly as I walked away, my mind buzzing with all that he had said.
XXX
The inevitable happened during lunch. I had been walking alongside Tina and Artie on our way to the cafeteria. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Karofsky and Azimio at the opposite end of the corridor. The two were right up in one another's faces seeming to have a whispered argument. Seeing Karofsky brought back memories of Saturday night all too vividly. Before I could prevent it, I puked up on the floor. A series of 'ewws' and 'urghs' sounded around me but I ignored it.
Turning on my heel, I headed to the nearest girls' bathroom, Tina following after me. Dropping to my knees, I bent my head over the toilet bowl and vomited again. She rubbed my back and I jumped at the touch, a whimper escaping my throat along with another chunk of puke.
"Don't touch me please." I begged her and she backed away. "Oh fuck." I swore before throwing up again.
"Do you have a stomach bug?" Tina asked gently from behind me.
"Yes, a stomach bug." I answered. "I must have caught it off Mercedes." I lied even though I knew full well that Mercedes was at home because she was recovering from shingles, not a stomach bug.
"I can take you to the nurse." Tina offered.
"No, I'll be fine." I assured her flushing the toilet chain and grabbing a handful of toilet paper to wipe my mouth. "You should go." I told her. "I don't want you to catch it."
"If you're sure?" She asked looking hesitant but she left when I nodded to her.
Gripping my hands on the sink I took deep breaths to calm myself. Turning the cold water on, I splashed my face then shook the droplets off before rinsing my mouth out with water. Just as I was done with fixing my hair, the door opened and Puck stepped inside.
"Tina said you were here being sick." Puck informed me.
"I saw Karofsky and Azimio." I replied and he nodded in understanding, his fists clenching as though he wanted to punch something. "It looked like they were arguing. They didn't see me but… I had to get away."
"I get it." Puck told me. "Walk with me?" He asked. "You look like you could use some fresh air."
Picking my bag up, I followed after him. We had barely stepped back into the school corridor when Karofsky was blocking my path.
"Hey Hummel, enjoy the party Saturday? I know I did." Karofsky winked at me and without even realising it I had moved closer to Puck, his tanned arm wrapping around me protectively. "What about you Puckerman?" He asked. "Did you have fun too?"
I felt my heart clench and my stomach twist uncomfortably as Puck pushed me behind him, standing in front of me like a body guard.
"Keep walking Karofsky, you sick son of a bitch." Puck snarled at him.
"No, I don't think I want to." Karofsky replied. "I think I wanna take your precious Hummel out under the bleachers."
"You fucking touch him and I will rip you apart." Puck warned.
Karofsky only let out a short laugh before aiming a punch at Puck. In the blink of an eye, Puck was throwing a punch back before tackling Karofsky to the ground and hitting every part of him he could reach. I pressed myself against the bank of lockers, looking on at the scene before me as nearby students gathered round and encouraged the fight. As my two rapists fought, I was mentally rooting for Puck, secretly hoping that he'd cause Karofsky some permanent damage.
In time, teachers were running towards the chaos and it was Coach Beiste who pulled Puck and Karofsky apart. She looked between them and ordered a nearby student to escort Karofsky to the nurse. She grabbed Puck's arm and pulled him towards the Principal's office. Still shaken from having Karofsky speak to me, I pushed away from the wall and gripped hold of Puck's wrist, following them to Figgins' room.
Outside the office, Coach Beiste realised I was there too. She opened her mouth, probably to tell me to go back to lunch or get to my next class but she said nothing. I guess I must have looked as bad as I felt.
"Kurt, are you ok?" She asked me gently.
I just buried my head in Puck's shoulder, only flinching a little when his arm moved up to rub soothingly at my back.
"It's alright." Puck whispered to me. "He can't hurt you."
"I want to go home." I replied quietly.
"Coach Beiste…" Puck began but she cut him off.
"Go, take care of him." She said gently. "But Puckerman, no more fighting. I won't let you get away with it next time."
He only nodded at her before leading me out of the school and to the parking lot. Knowing I was in no state to drive responsibly, I handed Puck my car keys and slipped into the passenger side. He asked me where I wanted to go but I merely shrugged in response. I didn't care where we went just as long as it was away from Karofsky.
Puck drove us to the next little town and we got out of the car and just walked around aimlessly. It was as we sat together on a park bench that oversaw a lake that I realised something important.
"N-Noah?" I spoke up turning to look at his chest. He deserved to know what I'd just realised. "I… I think I do need you to help me through this."
"I'm right here, Kurt." He replied and I lifted my eyes up to look into his. "I'm right here."
At some point, I reached my hand out and wrapped it in his, drawing comfort from the contact of the boy who had taken my virginity.
To Be Continued
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