Hey, guys! First off, thanks for all the great reviews! You guys rock! Secondly, I hope the switching to Puck's POV didn't confuse anyone. Every other chapter is Puck. =) So without further a due, let's get this on the road!

In the back seat,Blaine was twitching almost every other second in his sleep. His dreams were filled with torture; flying fists at his face, his smoldering skin after them burning him, the whip which was only used on his chest, the blackjack, the knife slashing his face and stomach, being nearly starved. It just so happens that Puck had been right; Blaine had only been fed two baloney sandwiches for the entire time he was there. The jocks must've done their research onBlaineto know that he loathed baloney.

Blaine felt a hand gently shaking him awake.

"Hey, Blaine, wake up." Who's voice was that?Blaine sat up quickly, almost butting heads with his new capturer and he sat bolt straight. He glared at the other boy. All his screwed-up mind registered was the letterman's jacket. Wait… now the Mohawk… and the not-as-beefy body… the nice dark eyes… Puck!

The other teen had backed off, his hands in the air in the universal "Whoa Nelly" sign. He looked taken aback.

"S-sorry. I s-s-saw your letterman j-jacket and t-thought y-you were one of t-t-them."Blaine muttered.

"It's okay. We're at my place. My mom took my sister to Indiana for the week for this Girl Scout thing. We have the place all to ourselves. I'm going to carry you again, so… um… don't freak, okay?" Puck said very softly. Blaine nodded, not wanting to hear himself stutter out a reply. Puck's arms wrapped around him again and the car seat disappeared under him. Puck allowed him to rest his head on the strong shoulder.

He was carried up the stairs and into Puck's extremely messy room. He was laid down on the bed. Puck's mouth was moving, but Blaine wasn't hearing anything.

"S-sorry… what?"Blaine asked.

"It's fine. Do you think you could… tell me what happened there? Just so I have an idea?" Puck said. He leaned closer to Blaine to examine his face and see if there were any cuts. He was covered with blood.

Blaine nodded, but before he could say anything, Puck touched his cut. Oh dear God that was painful! He jerked his head back and hit his head. He all but growled at the other boy and this… feral look came into his eyes. He forgot that this was Puck and not them. Just for a second. The wound was deep enough that it burned with the slightest touch, but not deep enough to scar.

"Shit! Sorry, man!" Puck said loudly.

"N-no, i-it's my f-fault. I-I o-overreacted." Blaine stuttered

"No you didn't!" Puck yelled and he sounded furious. The tone made Blaine jump a little.

"Sorry." Puck whispered again. Blaine nodded. He didn't dare point out the fact that he felt that he again overreacted. "So… um… what happened?"

"Well, I-I was taken f-f-from the parking lot. T-They put me to sleep w-with ether- I b-b-believe- a-and w-when I-I woke up, I was b-blindfolded and g-gagged and t-t-tied up. T-they put me in t-t-that c-cell a-and began. T-they h-hit m-me with the b-blackjack f-first. T-then the w-w-whip across my c-chest. T-they took my sh-shirt away. And t-then th-they cut my ch-chest." Puck looked sympathetically at Blaine's chest. "Th-then m-my f-f-face. They d-didn't even release me t-t-t-to eat. They p-put i-it u-up to m-my f-face a-and t-told m-me t-to eat. They wanted me f-for m-more fun. T-the rest w-was the blackjack, w-whip, l-lighter, a-and their f-fists and feet- e-e-every day."Blainewas now shaking violently.

Puck held him gently to his chest. "Shhh… it's okay. I promise, that's over." He was cooing over and over to the crying, shaking younger boy. He stroked Blaine's now un-gelled hair. Blaine had buried his face in Puck's neck. "Hey, I'm going to get a washcloth to clean your cuts. Then you can sleep." His voice was gentle and confident, and it reassured Blaine of something like a promise. What promise, though? He couldn't remember and it was hurting his head. Better stop thinking about it.Blaine thought.

He began to think of Kurt again. Again. When he was with the jocks, the only thing that kept him from dying right on the spot was his love for Kurt. But Kurt didn't love him anymore.

Blaine was torn from his reverie when he felt a warm cloth press to his wound. It hurt, but a just a little. He looked a Puck, who was staring intently at the gash on his cheek. Puck looked up at him and Blaine made his eyes focus on the wall. He missed Puck smiling.

Puck moved the washcloth down to the smaller boy's chest. He finished cleaning that wound and got to get Blaine some pajamas.

He helped Blaine get into the sleeping clothes. His pajamas were far too big for Blaine, but it didn't bother him.

"Blaine, I'm going to sleep in my sister's room. You stay in here. If you need anything- even if you have a bad dream- knock on the wall. Don't try to walk, understand me?" Puck said, and Blaine nodded.

"Good boy." Puck said with a slight smirk.

Before he was gone,Blaine asked:

"Puck, will you sing again?"

"Yeah, sure. But what do you want me to sing?" Puck responded.

"Anything that's kind of… slower?" The last word sounded a little bit like a question.

Puck grabbed his guitar and though for a lying comfortably on the bed, waiting to be sung to. The song popped into Puck's head and he began strumming his guitar.

"Seize the day, or die regretting the time you lost

It's empty and cold without you here

Too many people to ache over."

Blaine sighed contentedly. That line was so true. He ached over so many people, like his parents, but barely anyone seemed to notice. But now there was Puck, singing him to sleep.

"I see my vision burn

I feel my memories fade with time

But I'm too young to worry

These streets we travelled on with undergo our same past.

I found you here now please just stay for awhile

I can move on with you around

I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?"

Blaine related to that, too. He had promised his love to Kurt, and basically gave him his life, his word. But Kurt broke his heart. Would that pain last forever? Would the pain from the torture last forever?

"I do anything for a smile, holding you till our time is done"

Blaine saw Puck's eyes glued on him and smiled, wondering why he looked at him on that line. Maybe he really did want to see Blaine smile. He was starting to get tired.

"We both know the day will come

But I don't want to leave you!

I see my vision burn

I feel my memories fade with time

But I'm too young to worry

(A memory, a melody, or just on picture)"

Blaine was out. Again he had horrible dreams, but even in his sleep, he heard Puck's voice as he continued the song and it made him feel safe.

When Blaine awoke, his head throbbed. He brought his hands to his face. Fuck. It was like a torture hangover.

The door opened, but this time, Blaine knew who it was.

"Hey, buddy, finally awake I see." Puck joked.

"Y-yep." Blaine said. God… his stutter wasn't gone. It was like he couldn't help it anymore.

"I've made breakfast for you. I'll bring it up." Blaine started to move. "No, no. Don't move. I'll get it."

Sure enough, a minute later, a plate of eggs and toast was in front of him.

"T-thanks, P-puck." Blaine smiled, trying not to drool over the food. He grabbed a fork full of eggs and almost died of pleasure. Had eggs always tasted so good? Or was he just comparing to those damn baloney sandwiches?

The food was gone in record time. Blaine looked at Puck.

"So um… s-school?" He asked.

"No, you're staying home. But I want to ask you something. When we do go back, Kurt will be there. He's been on the warpath lately, wondering where you were and shit. Do you want to tell him or no?"

"NO!" Blaine yelled, startling Puck. He recomposed himself and said again, calmer, "No. I-It would j-j-just upset h-him."

"Yeah, I guess. If Cooper, Jack, or Tim give you trouble though, I'll kick their asses. By the way, I'm going to take you home for the rest of the year. I don't feel comfortable leaving you by yourself. Just so they don't try anything. Okay?" Puck informed him, punching one fist into his palm. Blaine laughed and nodded.

"I don't r-really h-have a c-choice with n-no c-car anymore, eh," He happy. Or at least happier than he'd been in two weeks.

It ended in a lighter tone than the last two chapters, and a little lighter than I would've liked it, but hey, it's okay. =)