This story includes graphic language, violence, murder, molestation and graphic attempted non-con; mentions of past non-con. 100% AU. Puck/Kurt, brief Finn/Kurt, OMC's/Kurt - This is fiction!
The rest of the day doesnt get any less awkward. Finn spends hours trying to get him to talk, from the weather to sports to questions about his personal life, and Kurt tries to make small talk, he really does, but after a while he starts to get tired and he lies back down on the bed.
Finn leaves him alone after that, flipping through the channels rather than continuing their idle conversation. Kurt can feel Finn watching him, searching him out every few minutes from the corner of his eye, and it makes him really nervous. He has to grit his teeth to keep from snapping or saying something rude. Something he might later regret.
Puck shows up a little before six, and Kurt breathes easier.
"I think were set," he smiles, and Kurt can feel his whole face light up when he sees the bags at Pucks side -
Shirt partially untucked; it looks like Puck has just rolled out of bed. He looks good though and his eyes are bright and happy, and all of his attention is on Kurt.
Kurt reaches out to grab one of the bags and Puck thanks him. "God, these are heavy," he notes, sighing exasperatedly.
He sets the other two bags down on the bed next to Finn, who is looking back and forth between them, confused. "What is all this," he asks, motioning with one hand and Puck laughs.
"Some DVDs, a player, an x-box, games and enough Skittles and junk food to last us a week. He shrugs, I may have gone a little overboard."
Kurt grabs a bag of Skittles. He doesn't much feel like eating anything but he needs the distraction.
"A little?" Finn smiles, but his hands are clinched tightly at his sides. His shoulders are tense and his jaw is twitching, as if he is trying to hold something back, almost like it is physically painful for him to keep the smile plastered on his face.
Kurt watches him for a minute, trying to figure him out. Perplexed. The Agent looks and acts friendly enough, but there are so many little things about him that make Kurt want to crawl out of his skin.
Puck looks immune to the officers odd behavior, and as they both search through the bags, Kurt watches the way their hands brush and neither man moves away.
"Can I talk to you outside?" Finn asks with an edge to his voice and Kurt shifts uncomfortably.
Puck follows Finn silently, and Kurt listens to them argue for a few minutes before they both come back in.
Is everything okay?
Puck doesnt look too happy, but he smiles reassuringly, and Finn leaves a little while later.
"Ill see you in the morning..." he says before he goes.
Kurt is sitting on the bed, munching on his bag of Skittles and looking through the movies. He doesnt look up when the door clicks shut or when the bed dips and Puck sits down next to him.
"He really is a good guy if you give him a chance."
Kurt nods. He doesnt admit that he has been going crazy all day waiting for Puck to come back or that he felt like going off every time Finn just looked at him, spoke to him, or even breathed near him.
The other Agent is Pucks friend and thats okay, but right now, Kurt really wishes he werent. It would make it so much easier for him to explain why he hadnt acknowledged the mans departure, even when he clapped a hand on his shoulder and said goodbye.
Kurt hadnt said a word.
Puck makes himself a cup of coffee as Kurt picks out a movie. They relax into it a little while later, both sitting on Kurts bed. Puck is sleep rumpled and when he laughs low at one of Kevin Klines jokes, Kurt smiles.
Before the credits roll, theyre already talking and getting to know one another. Puck is also from Ohio, Kurt learns. He modeled when he was younger and was really into sports and had all these plans to become a physical therapist, but toward the end of his senior year of high school, his good friend Santana was murdered.
Her killer was never found, there were no leads, and Puck spent a lot of time doing his own investigation during the following months.
Even though her murderer was never apprehended, Puck discovered that he had a knack for investigating and decided to get into law enforcement instead.
Puck gets very quite for a moment and then he smiles. "You want to pick out another?" he asks, gesturing to the DVDs. Kurt nods, and then they settle back to watch Jennifers Body.
Its comfortable for a while; theyre enjoying the movie and everything seems fine
But suddenly, things start to get weird.
Kurt is getting tired, no longer able to hold back a yawn. The movie is almost over and Puck is still sitting next to him, closer now, and he is more relaxed then Kurt has ever seen him.
His lips are soft and warm and his breath smells sweet like coffee and sugar.
When he leans in closer, his head falls against Kurts shoulder and his eyelids flutter closed - mouth sliding against Kurts neck. The sensation sends a shiver throughout his entire body, but he doesnt move away.
This is highly unprofessional, and Kurt wonders what happened between this morning and now.
Puck is drunk, he thinks. He has to be, but his breath doesnt smell like alcohol and his touch is tender, almost lazy, and Kurt cannot bring himself to protest. He has never been very good at saying no at least, not to someone he genuinely likes.
Uncomfortable.
The more Puck feels him up, the more annoyed he gets. This man is supposed to be protecting him, not groping him. It doesnt make a lick of since, and Kurt shakes his head, worried.
I want to kiss you so bad.
Puck moves again, curling his fingers into the fabric of Kurts shirt. He opens his mouth and kisses up Kurts neck, and Kurt gasps.
It feels good, really good, but the sound seems to awaken some rational part of Pucks brain and his eyes go impossibly wide before he slips off the bed.
He looks spooked as he quickly moves across the room, distancing himself the best he can.
"Shit, Kurt - Im sorry," he breathes. "I dont know what the fuck is wrong with me. That was way out of line. I shouldnt have"
"Have you been drinking?" Kurt implores, feeling a bit like an ass when he sees Puck frown.
"No. God, no. I must just be sleep deprived, shit! I was up all night going over the case. Im sorry, Kurt, after everything, you didnt need me coming on to you like that. Tom warned me to. I just, I really like you and Im sorry."
Taking a deep breath, "I'm- its okay. Why dont we just" Kurt motions to the movie playing, and sighs. "Lets just watch the movie, okay? We can talk about this tomorrow."
Puck nods in agreement, pointedly moving to the other bed. He sits down on the edge closest to the door and has trouble making eye contact the rest of the night.
He doesnt relax until well into the third movie, and even then, Pucks body is still slightly tense and he spends the entire movie with his brow knit tight and a small frown playing upon his lips.
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Kurt must have nodded off at some point, because when he wakes up, its almost light outside and Puck is sitting at the table with Finn.
Kurt gets up and stretches before going to use the restroom. He feels sluggish and his body aches. He doesnt lie back down, though. Instead, he walks to the table and stands beside Puck. He can still feel Pucks mouth against his neck, and he pushes the feeling aside.
"Why didnt you wake me up?" He asks, and Puck shrugs.
"You looked tired. I didnt want to disturb you."
There are several photos set out and Puck is hastily trying to gather them together. When he sits down, without thinking, Kurt moves to help. Its a mistake. Finn snatches the photo from his hand and hands it to Puck.
Kurt stares, unable to shake the image of the young man. "That was one of his victims? The guy who, my apartment, Dave" he shivers.
"I received a call about twenty minutes ago, they have an ID, the man who " Puck pauses, looking sympathetically at Kurt. "His name is Tosh Walker. Ferris is working on getting a warrant to search his home right now. Youre gonna be fine. This will be over soon, Kurt. Youve got me and Finn, and were not going to let anything happen to you, okay?" He smiles reassuringly, and Kurt feels the fear in his gut start to uncoil.
Just before realization hits.
"Wait," he chokes, "Walker?" his voice is barely a whisper. Wide-eyed, when Puck nods, Kurt feels nauseous.
"Kurt, whats wrong?" Finn asks, and Kurt shakes his head.
He knows that name.
Kurt barely makes it to the bathroom in time before he is sick.
Tears paint his cheeks, memories flood, and he can feel rough hands all over his body; bruising... Its too much.
Puck is standing in the doorway, and when he finally sits up, Puck steps inside.
"Are you okay?"
Kurts heart is beating fiercely and he closes eyes, trying to will his body to relax. He reaches up and flushes the toilet.
"Eli, Eli Walker, in Ohio. Hes the one who, the reason I wouldnt" Kurt shakes his head, and then slowly, he opens his eyes. Puck is staring at him intently.
"I dont understand, Kurt. I need you to tell me what happened, okay. Whos Eli?"
"Puck," Finn says. His voice sounds guarded. He whispers something into his partners ear and Pucks eyes widen. Kurt falls back on his feet, back resting against the wall. Puck hands him a towel.
Kneeling down, "This is important," he says. "Get yourself cleaned up. Then I need you to tell us exactly what happened, okay?"
He pats Kurts knee, and Kurt nods.
"Yeah," he breathes, chest aching.
Puck helps him up, then moves to the door, waiting. Kurt rinses his mouth out with toothpaste and water and then splashes some water on his face before shutting off the light and sitting down on the edge of his bed.
He looks to Puck, whose eyes are patient, and then to Finn, who is waiting with a pad and paper, his eyes bright and expecting.
Kurt exhales sharply.
"When I was seventeen, I was hanging out at the mall with some friends. I, um- I had to use the little boy's room and this guy, I mean Eli, he followed me inside. I didnt think anything of it. He worked at the skate shop. Id seen him around and he seemed nice enoughbut then, when I went to leave, he- he attacked me.
He shakes his head.
"He um he pushed me up against the wall, tore off my glasses and started kissing me. I couldnt stop him. I shouldve been able to stop him, to do something but he was so much bigger, and"
Chewing on his lower lip, Kurt peers up nervously at Puck through hooded lashes. "My friend Mercedes got a hold of a bottle of Malibu and I drank some. I was too disoriented. My mind couldnt catch up with what was happening. I was so young and stupid, and even when he" trailing off, unable to finish the story. Kurt stares down at his hands.
His voice is small when he continues almost a minute later
"I told him to stop, but he wouldnt. I wasnt strong enough, and he must have slid the lock shut because nobody tried to come in. There was some concert going on the second floor and I could hear the bass booming inside of the bathroom, people cheering he knocked my head into the wall and eventually, I just, I stopped screaming."
"You reported him," Finn confirms, and Kurt nods.
"Mercedes did. She found me and I told her what happened. She told the cops, and Eli was questioned but it, it didnt stick. There was some guy who worked at the skate shop who said he was working with Eli all day" Puck frowns and Kurt licks his dry lips, taking a shaky breath when Puck leans down and sets a warm hand on his shoulder.
"The mall was installing new security cameras in that section. I was so scared and they wanted to perform all these tests at the hospital but- but I refused. I couldnt, and there was nothing to prove that it was Eli. "
"What happened to him?" Puck asks, kneeling down in front of him.
"I- I dont know. We um, my dad and I moved a few weeks later. He was terrified something else might happen to me. That he wouldnt be able to protect me, so we moved out of state, and..."
"Did Eli ever try to contact you? Did you ever see him again?" Kurt shakes his head no and Puck pulls out his cell phone.
"I should notify Schuester," he states flatly, punching in a phone number. He looks ill as he opens the motel room door and steps outside.
Finn moves closer and Kurt wipes his eyes, backing up on instinct. Finn sits down on the bed next to him and rubs a hand over his face, through his hair.
"You really dont know, do you?"
His voice is dry as bone; it isnt a question. His tone is startling though, and Kurt makes to move but his wrist is grabbed, surrounding fingers squeeze tightly and Pucks voice filters in, random words and names as he continues to report to his superior from the other side of the wall.
Kurt opens his mouth to yell. He isnt exactly sure what Finn is insinuating, but the implication is enough. He is a threat. A hand clamps down over his mouth, "if you yell or scream, try anything stupid, Ill kill him."
Finns lips touch his jaw, lightly nipping along his throat. The hand slides away from his mouth and down to his neck and his breath stutters against his skin. Hot and wet, Kurt closes his eyes, terrified.