Puck had led Kurt around through the whole school in less than half an hour. Mumbling things under his breath when they passed certain classrooms that Kurt didn't pay attention to for now.

Now they were sitting on the bleachers, looking out over the football field.

Puck had wanted to just show Kurt the field and then go back to the school building; but Kurt stopped him and pulled him to sit down on the bleachers instead.

He felt Kurt's gaze on him but he refused to turn his head and look at him. Instead he kept on staring right on through to the football field.

"What's the deal with you?" Kurt spoke up but Puck still didn't turn his head.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh you know exactly what I mean," Kurt scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, "Are you always this distant to people? Or is it just me."

That last sentence didn't sound like a question, but Puck just shrugged.

"I guess I'm always like this. Sam and Finn never complain about it though."

"Probably because they're a bunch of Neanderthals."

At that, Puck did snap his head to the side to glare at Kurt.

"Don't talk about them like that. You don't know them."

"You're a Neanderthal too if you don't know how to act a little friendlier."

Puck stood up hastily, glaring down at the new kid.

"If that's all you can say about me then I'm done with this. Find someone else to take care of you."

"You didn't take care of me. You just showed me around school, and not in a very good way mind you."

"Are you done?"

"Hardly."

"You don't know me, alright." Puck was really getting angry now, "You know nothing about me, my friends, this school...You don't know anything, so don't act so superior 'cause I know a lot of guys who would like to beat the crap out of you if you think you're so much better than them."

Kurt suddenly went quiet. Pursing his lips and wrapping his arms just a little bit tighter around himself.

"I don't want things to go like they did in my other school," Kurt spoke so quiet that Puck had to strain his ears to hear him.

"What happened at your old school?" he asked, suddenly kind of interested.

This time Kurt stared out over the football field, not wanting to meet Puck's intense gaze on him.

"They threw me into the dumpster, smacked me against lockers and called me "queer", "fag", homo", and all other homophobic words they could come up with in their stupid puckheads."

Puck felt himself tense up. He really hadn't been expecting this.

"You're gay?"

Kurt looked up at him with an incredulous look on his face.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice that right away."

"I didn't, I..."

Puck choked up and wrapped his arms around himself. Seeing Puck starting to shake, Kurt got worried and stood up too.

"Puck?" Kurt asked concerned, "Are you alright?"

He put a hand on Puck's shoulder, who flinched and stared at him with fear in his eyes.

"Don't touch me!" Puck yelled, slapping Kurt's hand away and running down the stairs of the bleachers.

"Puck!" Kurt called after him, but Puck just kept on running and did not look back.

Puck ran into the boys' locker room, slumping down on the floor, his head resting against the lockers.

He's trying hard to get his breathing under control when he hears footsteps coming closer.

He feels too tired to move and try to hide so he just keeps on sitting there, staring down onto his knees.

"Puck?" he heard a voice call out but didn't answer, "Puck, where are you?"

He knows who it is, but he doesn't want to see him. He doesn't want to see anyone right now.

"Puck," he suddenly hears the voice right in front of him, "What's going on?"

He slowly looked up into the blond haired boys' face.

"I'm fine, Sam."

Sam rolled his eyes and sat down next to his friend.

"Like hell you are. Me and Mercedes saw you storm in here, looking like a wild animal was chasing you. We waited to see if Karofsky was coming after you, but he wasn't, so there wasn't a wild animal chasing you."

Puck snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Very funny."

"At least I got that smirk back on your face," Sam smiled and winked, "Seiously, man. What's up?"

Puck shrugged, "Nothing. I just freaked out a little about something."

Sam looked intensely at him and Noah had to look away.

"Alright," Sam sighed and stood up from the floor, holding out his hand to Puck to help him up, "It seems like you don't want to talk about it. Let's just get to class."

Puck nodded and grabbed Sam's hand, pushing himself up with the other while Sam pulled.

When they came into the hallway; Finn, Rachel, Mercedes and Kurt were all staring at him; all looking evenly nervous.

As soon as she saw the two boys appear out of the locker room, Rachel bounded up to them.

"Noah, are you alright?" she gently touched his arm, "Kurt told us you were at the football field with him and suddenly freaked out about something, then you ran away."

Puck looked over at Kurt, who wouldn't meet his gaze, then he looked back at Rachel and forced a small smile on his face.

"I'm alright, Rach. There's nothing to be worried about."

Rachel didn't seem so sure about that, "Are you sure? You know you can talk to us about anything."

Puck sighed, "I told you, I'm fine. Let's just do like Sam said and get to our classes." he looked over at Kurt, who seemed still too afraid to look at him. "What's your next class?"

Kurt didn't answer, he didn't even look up until Mercedes nudged him with her elbow.

"Uh, what?"

"I said: what's your next class?"

"Um, English."

"Same as me and Finn," Rachel piped up, "We can take you there."

Puck nodded, "Good, 'cause I have to go to History and that's the whole other way." He jerked his head at his friends in goodbye and turned to walk away.

Kurt just stared at Puck's retreating back until he felt someone slide her arm into his. He turned his head to see Rachel smiling up at him.

"Are you ready? We don't want to be late."

Kurt looked into the direction that Puck had left off to, but didn't see him anymore.

He sighed and nodded, letting Rachel know that he was good to go.

He couldn't get the look on Puck's face when he told him he was gay out of his mind no matter how hard he tried.

First he thought Puck might be another homophobe, but that wasn't it...

There was fear in his eyes, not to mention that he was shaking, a very deep fear that Kurt couldn't place.

There was clearly something going on with Puck, other than just being distant; there was something more.

Something worse...

If only he could figure out what it was... Because yes, he was getting quite intrigued by Noah 'Puck' Puckerman.

And that on his first day already...