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Finn drove home from Rachel's house with a dopey smile on his face. They had spent the whole movie making out, and he definitely wasn't complaining. Sure she reprimanded him the whole way back to her house for making her miss a perfectly good movie, but not even his girlfriend's constant nagging could kill his mood right now. His smile grew when he saw his best friend's truck in front of the house. There was no way Puck was going to beat him at video games tonight. He was in the zone. He got out of his car and clicked the lock button twice for reassurance. He opened the door, glad that for once Kurt didn't insist on locking it even though people where home, because he honestly had no clue where his house key was. He kicked his shoes off and threw his keys down on the small table by the front door. He didn't bother to look around the living room before heading towards his bedroom door. If he did, he would have seen the first aid supplies and the bloody cotton balls sitting on the coffee table. He banged loudly down the stairs with a lack of grace that was purely "Finn". He threw his jacket on the floor and waited for Kurt to make some comment on his inability to keep his side of the room clean which would usually be followed by some kind of playfully mocking remark by Puck. (It weirded him out how well those two got along these days, and he wondered briefly if they did it merely to humor him.) But neither came. In fact, he hadn't heard them at all since he got home.
"Hey guys," he started as he turned his attention to Kurt's side of the room. He stopped in his tracks, and his jaw dropped in an undignified manner. He blinked a few times trying to decide if he was going crazy or if he was really seeing what he thought he saw. He was having a hard time believing that Puck was actually in his almost-stepbrother's bed with said almost-stepbrother cuddled up to his side, his back facing Finn. And if that wasn't enough to throw Finn for a loop, Puck's hold around Kurt looked almost…protective? And, oh God, were those even Kurt's clothes? Finn opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with the proper thing to say in this situation. He eventually managed to squeak out the only thing running though his mind.
"What the hell?" The sudden noise jerked the two boys on the bed from their sleep. Puck's eyes snapped open and landed on Finn, who was still openly gaping at the two, while Kurt let out a small whimper before pressing himself closer to Puck. The smaller boy's shaking body brought Puck's attention back to him. He ran his fingers trough Kurt's hair gently, trying to calm the boy.
"You're ok, Kurt. It's just Finn. He's not gonna hurt you." If it was possible, Finn's mouth opened wider as he took in the sight of his best friend comforting his quasi-little brother in his bed. It was like the two forgot Finn was in the room as Puck whispered words to Kurt and the small boy slowly began to relax. Both were sitting up now, but neither had left the bed or the other's arms. Finn was almost positive he had stepped into some sort of twilight zone.
"But you're, and he's, and the bed, and the touching, and you don't even like each other that much, and WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON HERE? Are you two sleeping together?" Finn's arms flailed all over the place as he tried to make sense of the sight in front of him. His stomach dropped when two faces turned to look at him in disbelief at his accusation. He suddenly couldn't look anywhere else besides the bruise that covered Kurt's face. And it seemed like the longer Finn looked at him, the closer Kurt pressed himself against Puck. It was almost as if he was afraid of him. He switched his gaze to Puck who was shooting him the death glare for some reason or another. And he couldn't for the life of him think of why Puck would be there unless he had something to do with Kurt's rough appearance.
"What'd you do to him?" Puck's glare darkened. Finn was stupider than he looked if he thought Puck would fuck someone up so badly and then cuddle up next to them in their own bed. Puck tried to focus more on Finn's stupidity than the little pang of hurt he felt at his best friend thinking he would seriously injure one of his friends.
"I didn't do anything to him. I wouldn't do anything to him," he said calmly. He knew that from the way Kurt tensed at the anger in Finn's voice, taking Finn's bait would just make things worse. Finn let out a huff of frustration and walked towards them. Kurt pushed himself closer to Puck until he was practically in the other boy's lap. He didn't understand. It was just Finn; sweet, dumb, harmless Finn. But he was terrified of the boy.
"Well you must have done something, because there's no way in hell that Kurt would ever be stupid enough to even think about getting in bed with you!" It seemed as if Finn's voice was rising with every word. He was so confused. Just when he thought he could trust Puck again, he comes home to find him in bed with his brother and said brother was looking worse for the wear. And the longer the two stayed there sitting on the bed together, the quicker all of his logical thinking left his mind, and let's be honest, he didn't have much to begin with.
"H-He didn't do anything, Finn. Some guys r-roughed me up a bit after I finished working late on a song, and Puck came and got me and made sure I was ok. That's all." Kurt tried his best to keep the tremor out of his voice. While he was almost positive Finn wouldn't notice it in his current state of anger, he didn't want to test his theory. He felt Puck's hand gently grip his shoulder, and his body relaxed slightly. This, however, didn't go unnoticed by Finn.
"God, is this how you get people to sleep with you now, Puck? What is it? No girl is stupid enough to crawl back into bed with you after you knocked Quinn up, so now you're moving on to guys? You figured you'd pretend to be his friend so he would call you to come help him if some of the jocks cornered him. Then you could take him home and act like you care while you patch him up. And once he falls for the act, you get him into bed. Pretty good plan, something I would expect from you. But what surprises me is you, Kurt. Is that all it takes for you to put out? A few nice words and you'll sleep with anybody? If I would have known that when you were crushing on me, I probably would have been a little bit nicer about the whole situation; at least I could have gotten a good fuck out of it, even if it was with you. God, you're such a desperate whore!" The words were flying out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying. Something that happened often with Finn. If he would have taken the time to actually look at the boys he would have seen the absolute hurt on Puck's face turn to rage and the tears gaining speed on Kurt's face as the smaller boy broke out into sobs. He also would have seen Puck stand up near the end of his rant and walk over towards him. Maybe he wouldn't have been so surprised when Puck grabbed the collar of his shirt and slammed him hard into the wall closest to Kurt's bed.
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about, so I suggest you shut the fuck up before I make you. Look at him. Look what you did." The words that had just left his mouth were replaying in his head, and he already regretted them. He felt his stomach drop when he heard the heart-wrenching sobs coming from Kurt, and he had to force himself to look over at the younger boy. Kurt's knees were pulled up to his chest in a protective manner. His face was buried into his arms as he tried to stifle sobs. Tremors shook the small boy so badly that Finn was surprised that he was able to stay in one place. Kurt was muttering something to himself that Finn couldn't make out no matter how hard he strained his hearing, although the words were breaking up so badly due to the tears, Finn probably wouldn't have understood him even if he could hear him. His heart shattered when he realized that he did that to someone who was practically his family. He couldn't force himself to look at the boy anymore, and he slowly turned his gaze back to Puck. Behind the rage in the shorter teen's eyes, he could see the masked hurt. He had done that too, and he had never been so ashamed of himself.
"Do you feel better now, Finn? Are you proud of yourself?" Puck's grip tightened on Finn's collar, and the taller boy readied himself for whatever blow was coming his way. He deserved it. But it never came; Puck just continued to glare daggers at him. And that was ten times worse than any punch Puck could have thrown his way.
"I didn't mean- I wasn't thinking. I was just confused. And he's hurt, so I got mad. It just came out. I'm sorry," Finn rambled pathetically, averting Puck's gaze. Kurt's sobs were dying down, and the broken sounds couldn't help but fuel his guilt more. Puck released his hold on Finn, but neither boy moved.
"I know you didn't mean it, Finn. But you said it, and that was the last thing he needed to hear tonight. I'm not hurting him; you are. So you're going to stay the fuck away from him for the rest of the night. You can sleep in the living room, and when your mom and Mr. Hummel get home, you'll tell them that Kurt and I fell asleep working on a science project or some shit like that and you didn't want to wake us up. Understand?" Puck's voice was rough, and Finn was almost too scared to do anything but nod his head stupidly. He'd seen Puck mad before, but this was something new. Kurt had stopped crying and just sat there watching the exchange between the two larger boys. He could almost feel the dynamic of their friendship returning back to the hostility they had been stuck in after baby-gate, and he couldn't help but feel guilty knowing it was his fault. He wanted to say something that would erase the tension between the two, but he couldn't bring himself to even look at Finn after his outburst and every selfish bone in his body was screaming at him that he needed Puck way more than Finn ever could right now. Finn chanced a small glance over to Kurt, not meeting his eye.
"Is he ok? Physically, I mean." Puck gave him a curt nod, but he shifted a worried glace over to Kurt for a few seconds.
"Yeah, I took care of him. I knew that first aid I picked up in fight club would come in handy someday." Finn nodded before walking over to his dresser and grabbing his pajamas and some clothes for tomorrow
"Cool. What happened?" Finn busied himself searching for the missing sock that matched the one in his hand. Kurt paled and caught Puck in a panicked gaze, his eyes pleading with the older boy to keep his promise.
"Some jackass caught up with him on his way home and roughed him up a bit. I came and got him and brought him home. Nothing was broken; his wrist is pretty messed up, but he'll be fine." Finn was too busy trying not to look at his almost-stepbrother that he didn't notice the slight falter of uncertainty in Puck's voice as he finished the last sentence.
"Why'd he call you? Why not me?" Finn was genuinely confused. He and Kurt were practically family after all. Shouldn't Kurt's first instinct have been to call Finn to come help him out? That's what families did after all, they protected each other. It kinda stung that the small brunette had called his best friend when he was in trouble instead of him. Puck sent Finn another glare for his unintentional selfishness.
"Because you're an asshat. Besides you were a little busy, and honestly, no one wants to deal with your neurotic girlfriend after they've had the shit beat out of them. Now get the hell out." Finn's mouth opened and closed a few times before he turned and walked up the stairs. Both boys left in the basement couldn't help but hear the faint "Sorry" before the door closed. Puck let out a huff of frustration before he turned to look at Kurt.
"Are you ok?" Kurt shrugged before he let out a sigh and slumped against the headboard. Puck sat down next to him and hoped that the awkwardness Finn left behind would leave the room soon.
"Are you?" Kurt's voice was small, and Puck couldn't help but think that if Kurt Hummel would have heard himself sound like that this morning, he would raise an annoyed eyebrow at himself. And then he registered what the small boy had asked him, and let out a laugh of disbelief.
"You're the one who went through hell tonight, and you're asking me if I'm ok? I'll never understand you, Princess." Kurt just shrugged, a small smile playing at his lips at the sound of the familiar nickname. It almost made things seem normal.
"If I recall, Finn said some pretty nasty things to you as well, and you didn't even have the pleasure of someone defending your honor." Puck scoffed.
"Please, I'm too badass to care about what Finn has to say about me. Besides, I don't really have much honor to defend anyway." But Kurt knew better than to fall for that line. He gently rested his hand on Puck's thigh in a comforting manner.
"You can deny it till you're blue in the face, but I know what he said hurt you. I know you, Noah, and I know that you value Finn's opinion of you more than you let on. It's ok to have feelings, Noah. It doesn't make you any less of a badass." Puck smiled slightly at Kurt, and gave the hand on his thigh a quick squeeze in thanks. Kurt removed his hand and smiled back. "And I really beg to differ on that honor thing."
"Oh really. How do you figure?" Puck asked as he stared at the boy in disbelief.
"Someone without honor wouldn't have done what you did for me tonight. You're a good guy, Noah. I don't know why you're afraid to let people know it." Kurt's voice was soft, and Puck couldn't detect a hint of a lie in the smaller boy's voice. It threw him off a bit. No one had ever told him he was a good guy and meant it before. Well, maybe Sarah, but she was his little sister; she had to think that.
"I have a reputation to uphold." Kurt let out a small laugh at the "Puckzilla" smirk that donned the older boy's face.
It felt good to be able to act like nothing happened, if only for a little while. It was like Puck knew he needed normality in order to cope, and he couldn't help but think that calling Puck was probably the best decision he'd ever made. Everyone else would be treating him like glass right now, and honestly, he felt like that would just make things a million times worse. He needed to keep his mind off of what happened, and Puck was helping him do that. The two sat in a comfortable silence, and Kurt's head slowly fell to rest on Puck's shoulder. Puck wrapped his arm around the smaller boy. The silence stretched on for hours. They heard Burt and Carole get home, and Finn explaining to them why he was in the living room. They listened as everyone in the house settled in for the night and fell asleep. It was nearing three in the morning the next time something broke the silence.
"Noah?" Kurt's voice broke Puck from his nearly asleep state. Puck looked down at Kurt, and was a little unsettled to see the smaller boy's face seemingly devoid of emotion.
"Hmm?" Kurt looked up and met Puck's gaze, hurt and confusion flashing across his eyes.
"I'm not a whore." He was using that small voice again that made Puck's heart hurt. He said it as a statement, but Puck could see the question in the smaller brunette's eyes; the need to be reassured that it was true. And in that moment, best friend or not, he truly wanted to kill Finn Hudson. But Kurt needed him, so he could put his homicidal thoughts aside for now. He simply pulled Kurt closer to him and rested his chin on top of his head.
"I know you're not, Princess."
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