Puck strode through the hallways of McKinley like a panther; dark, dangerous, and powerful. He glared at a freshman who dared to look him in the eye and the boy scurried away fearfully.

The mohawked senior smirked. He loved how he could scare anyone with just a single glare. I'm such a badass. He thought. Even after he'd come out as bi, the others feared him. There was only one thing about Puck that was a "weakness".

This weakness was fear of rejection. Rejection terrified Puck. His father rejected him. Quinn rejected him. Lauren rejected him very slowly.Shelby even eventually rejected him. Everyone rejected Puck and it made him harder. Harder to the point where it seemed no one could get into his heart and it made him seem even scarier to the student body. This was Puck's only insecurity. Other than that… well, he was a badass.

He strutted into glee club and sat down in a chair. He spread his legs out in the usual Puck-like manner.

Kurt walked in a moment after. "Blaine's still gone. And he won't answer my texts or phone calls. I'm getting worried." He said. Even though him and Blaine weren't together anymore, they were still, like, best friends.

"Don't worry. He's probably just skipping." Puck replied. Inside, he was a little nervous, too though. It'd been a good two weeks sinceBlainehad been to school. And from what Kurt had told him aboutBlaine's parents, they wouldn't care if their boy went missing.

"For two weeks, huh? Without replying to anything that I send him? I doubt it." Kurt ranted on. The rest of the club came into the room in a big herd.

Mercedes walked up to Kurt and pinched his cheek. "What's up with the frowny face, white boy?" She asked him.

"Blaineis still not back." He mumbled gravely and took a seat. The rest of the hour, the room was filled with tension and one question rang through everyone's mind. Where was Blaine?

After school, Puck had basketball practice. After practice and an hour-long tirade from Coach Biest, three of his football teammates approached him.

"Hey, guys." He said.

"Hey, Puck. You know we still respect you as a fellow badass, even though you came out as a half-fag, right?" Cooper said. Puck rolled his eyes at the term, but accepted it. It didn't bother him.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" He responded.

"We want to show you something. Follow us in your car." Tim said.

"Err… Okay?" The last word sounded more like a question of What do you want to show me?

Around an hour of following the three teenagers into the frigging country, they finally stopped at what looked to be an old Slaughter house or something. He shuddered. This couldn't be anything too pretty. He hopped out of his truck.

"Seriously, dudes, what is going on?" He asked.

"It's a surprise, man. Now c'mon." Jack was smiling sadistically. Scary. They walked into the odd building walking past many small prison-like cells. And, yeah, Puck knew what prison cells looked like. Cooper turned the flashlight they'd been using into the last cell on the left. Something- or someone- tied to one of the bars stiffened and moaned.

Jack unlocked the door to the little barred room and laughed. He pointed the beam of light into the poor creature's face. "You have a visitor, little guy." He snarled. The unfortunate soul stirred, as though trying to get away. Wait a minute. I know that face, even if it is messed up. Blaine… Puck thought with the urge to hurl. But he couldn't show affection. Not yet.

It was hard to even look at the smaller boy. He was much too thin, like he might have been fed two sandwiches for the entire two weeks he'd been there. He was breathing heavily. The smaller boy had purple, blue, and black bruises all over his face and chest. Both of his hazel eyes were blackened and puffy. Blood was caked on his chest and face.

Puck was brought out of his thoughts when he heardBlainescream. Fear sparked inBlaine's eyes. Cooper was burning him with the lighter through the bars on his back. Cooper pulled away with sick laughter.

"You wanna go?" Jack asked, handing him the whip.

"Not yet. I want to… watch you first." Puck muttered. Jack shrugged and 'okay' and began whippingBlaine's chest. Puck tried not wince every time he heardBlaine's cry and the whip across his torso. Every lash was breaking the skin. Blaine looked over to Puck with agonized eyes.

"Noah… Puck… please… help… me. AHHHHHH!"Blainesaid between screams.

"Awww… Would you listen to that. Faggy wants you to help him…" Tim said in a puppy-dog voice.

"We're going home. C'mon, Puck." Cooper laughed.

"You guys go ahead. I'm going to have my turn with hobbit." Puck replied sending a brutal smile at Blaine, who cringed.

"Alright, dude. Have fun with our little play toy." said Tim and they walked out. When Puck heard the tires of their truck pull out and away, he ran toBlaine.

"P-please, Puck. I t-t-thought you w-were better t-than t-t-t-them."Blainestuttered. Puck kept the door of the cell open and began working atBlaine's bonds.

"Hey, sh. It's alright,Blaine. I'm not going to hurt you. Shhhhh…." Puck whispered soothingly. "Can you stand?" He asked when the ties were off and he was rubbingBlaine's wrists, trying to get the blood flowing again. He couldn't help noting that his hands were blue-ish.

Blainewinced. "N-n-no." He muttered.

"Okay, I'm going to carry you. I want you to try to sleep, okay?"Blainenodded. Puck wrapped his arms aroundBlainelifted. Dear God, he weighed barely anything.

He put Blainein the back seat so that he could lay down. The color was coming back to his hands. But he wasn't sleeping. He looked too scared. When he started the drive, he saw Blaineshudder. What can I do to make him feel safer? Puck wondered, and then, almost without thought, he began singing.

"When you try your best but you don't succeed.

When you get what you want, but not what need.

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep. Stuck in reverse"

He began softly.

"And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace.

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

Lights will guild you home

And ignite your bones.

And I will try to fix you…"

Puck heardBlaine softly snoring from his lullaby. He looked back at the shattered boy, even though he was driving. "I promise. I will try to fix you." He whispered.

The song is Fix You by Coldplay and it does not belong to me

Glee is not mine