"Oh hell naw..." the normally loud and brassy diva whispered, too shocked to conceive any response more intelligent than her usual stand by. Automatically she moved to comfort her best friend, but still he drew away, just out of reach. A little hurt that she was being denied access to holding her best friend, the twinge in her heart pulled her out of her stunned musings and spurred her into action.

"Ok, your staying here tonight and as long as you need." She said in a way that couldn't be argued with. After a few moments of silence, in which Kurt continued his impression of a coma patient, she realized what her first objective was.

Pulling out her phoneshe made a few quick phone calls to the usual suspects. Tina and Brittany were immediatly notified with the only needed explanation being that Kurt needed them: they were out the door before the call was over. Quinn took a little convincing, but after learning that whatever happened would destroy Rachel, she was soon speeding through the center of town.

Mercedes last phone call, however would have astonished any who heard it. Thankfully she chose to leave the room so Kurt would not hear it, which was good considering his fragile mind might have broken in two had he been privy to it.

"Puckzilla resident, bringing pleasure to you're treasure!"

"Can it White Boy. We got trouble."

" Mercedes, to what do I owe the pleasure of your dulcet chocolate voice?" Despite his words, Puck was just as surprised as anyone to hear from the female diva. They hadn't spoken that often since their short lived relationship fell through.

"Like I said, I have a situation that I need your help with."

"Back for some of the puckerone already?"

"Puck, I am not afraid to cut you."

"Chill Aretha. Damn. So what do you need."

"Look, Kurt's messed up right now and I don't have time for your foolishness. I can't explain everything now, but my girls are coming over and I need you to grab Satan and get over here in the next 15 minutes or so help me I will turn those visectomy rumours into truth. Got it?"

"Yah, I'm on my way. Listen...are you ok?"

"No," the diva replied, "I'm scared, and angry and he only thing keeping me out of jail right now is knowing Kurt needs me."

"Damn what happened?"

"I'll explain ...or hopefully Kurt will...when everyone gets here. I won't make him relive this any more times than he has to."

There was a long pause, for a moment she thought he had hung up he phone, the only sin that he was there at all was the slight sound of puck's breath. "Mercy...was it really that bad?"

"White Boy...You have no idea..."