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Chapter 4-Voicemail Messages

He'd never been a fan of school. From his very first day of kindergarten, Puck had detested the place thinking it was for losers. But no school day had ever been worse than the one he was set to face.

With every step he took, the more he wanted to run back home and hide in his bed until everything was right in the world again. But somehow, he found the strength and courage to keep walking.

Maybe it was the sunshine and the gentle sound of bird song that encouraged him to keep his feet moving, maybe it was the need to see Finn and ask about Kurt, or maybe it was the bracelet latched around his left wrist that spurred him on. There was nothing remarkable about the bracelet; it wasn't expensive or especially stylish. It had in fact been a free gift with some girly magazine of his sister's. Sarah hadn't wanted it so she'd given it to her older brother who had given it to his boyfriend. Kurt had quirked a perfectly plucked eyebrow and let out a snort of dissatisfaction before launching into a complaint of how the bracelet clashed with his outfit. The smaller boy had then tied it around Puck's wrist assuring him that it looked so much better on him.

That day seemed so long ago now. The bracelet hadn't stayed on too long. Kurt had barely looped it onto Puck's arm before the two of them were rolling naked between the bed-sheets. Yet for some reason, that blue and silver clearly feminine bracelet had remained on Puck's nightstand and upon waking up that morning, putting it on had seemed the most natural thing for him to do.

Arriving at his destination, Puck held his head high and walked through the school gates, glaring at anyone who dared to look his way.

Acting of their own accord, his feet directed him to the parking lot. His truck was still there looking older than it had the day before. He couldn't help but notice that Kurt's baby was not in sight. He supposed his dad or one of his friends had picked it up and drove it back already.

He walked by his truck and ran a hand over the bonnet. All he could think of was the crash and the fact that the halls of McKinley High would be missing a student.

Dragging a hand through his mohawk, he prepared to head towards the school entrance doors when a snatch of blonde caught his eye. Looking across the parking lot, Puck spotted Brittany stood in the same place she had been when the accident happened.

As he moved nearer to the cheerleader, it was obvious from the haunted look in her eyes that the crash was replaying itself in her head over and over. Standing beside her, he gently rested a hand upon her shoulder. She blinked three times in quick succession upon the contact, but made no other signs that she knew he was there.

"Brittany?" He asked softly wondering if she'd been there all night, but he realised that was absurd. Santana never would have left her.

"I wish I was a vampire." Brittany replied, and the comment was so randomly Brittany that Puck almost felt like laughing. "Like that one from the movies covered in glitter."

"Edward Cullen." Puck supplied, he only knew because he'd been forced to read the books to his sister as well as watch the movies with her.

"Yeah." Brittany nodded her head. "I wish I was like him. Then I could have got to Kurt in time and stopped the car. Or if I was Spiderman or Superman or Mario. Or if I was Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'm blonde, I could be Buffy right? Buffy would have got there fast enough to save Kurt. Or Spike maybe, a proper vampire, not a sparkling one."

As he couldn't think of an appropriate response, Puck simply pulled the girl into a strong hug finding that he needed the comfort of her arms as much as she needed his.

Taking Brittany's hand, he led her up towards the school. When they were near the dumpster, he paused and looked over. A group of jocks were gathered round there, no doubt searching for a potential victim.

Puck was preparing to ignore the scene and carry on up to the entrance doors when he and Brittany found themselves face to face with Jacob Ben Israel.

"It has come to my attention that the two of you were key witnesses to the Kurt Hummel crash yesterday," Jacob said quickly holding his recording device in his hand. "Perhaps the two of you would care to comment on the unfortunate situation? Rumour has it that Hummel's head spun all the way around when the car hit… Ow!"

Before the nosey teen could finish his sentence, Puck had fisted his hand into his ridiculous styled hair and was dragging him towards the dumpster.

With the aid of one of his fellow football players, Puck threw Jacob into the garbage heap and closed the lid on him.

"Not bad, Puck." One of his teammates praised holding his hand up for a high-five.

Puck ignored his teammate and moved back to Brittany, other students parting ways for him lest he turn on them and throw them in the dumpster too.

Just inside the school doors, they came upon Santana who linked her baby finger with Brittany's before leading her away from Puck. As he watched the two girls go, Puck couldn't help but feel as though the Latina had taken a portion of his strength with him.

He may not be as close to Brittany as Santana was, but Puck needed the blonde cheerleader right now. Brittany, despite her long list of sexual partners, always had an innocence about her, something that made Puck want to protect her. If he had Brittany around, he could focus on looking after her, that way, the Kurt situation didn't hurt quite so much.

Stalking down the hallways towards his locker, he came across Tina. He appraised her for a few moments before standing beside her. She jumped when she noticed him before looking around frantically as though searching for a means of escape.

In all honesty, he didn't know very much about the shy gothic chick. But there was something about her that screamed for protection and comfort. Wordlessly, he took her books from her then offered her his arm which she stared at as though she'd never seen another person's arm before.

"Come on, I'll walk you to class." He told her.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she lightly placed her arm through his and allowed him to steer her down the corridor.

They didn't talk. They just walked in silence. People stared at them as they entered the classroom. Even though the two were in Glee club together, they weren't known for socializing. Ever the gentleman, Puck pulled Tina's chair out for her to sit down before taking the seat beside her.

By second period, there were rumours circulating through the school that Puck and Tina were dating. This caused problems for Tina and Artie so Puck was forced to leave Tina alone so she could sort things out with her wheelchair-bound boyfriend.

He then looked around him for someone else he could look after. The answer then came in the form of Becky. Shoving a random student into a locker, he made his way over to Becky who had dropped her things on the floor.

Bending down, he helped her retrieve her possessions before accompanying her to her next class. Once again, he received curious stares for his chosen company. He also happened to be in a lesson that was not his own but he didn't care and he refused to leave when the teacher pointed out that he wasn't in her class.

Luckily, rumours about him and Becky being an item did not surface. People were simply beginning to question his mental state, wondering if he'd perhaps suffered a sporting accident of some kind.

He didn't care what other people were saying. If anyone said anything really bad he'd beat them up for it later but for the moment he was content to listen to Becky talk. She was different to everyone else, Puck thought. She didn't look up at Puck with fear or confusion in her eyes. There was trust in her irises and kindness in her smile. Also, Becky didn't seem to be aware or perhaps not understand what had happened to Kurt, so she never spoke of it. That was perfect for Puck for it made it easier for him to pretend that all was well and good.

Until he saw Finn. Making sure Becky was keeping up with him, he strode through the corridor towards Finn and asked him if there was any update on Kurt.

From what Finn told him, it seemed that Kurt's condition was very much the same.

He was about to lead Becky to her next lesson when Sue Sylvester crossed their path.

"Excuse me, Puckerman." She barked out as she slung an arm across Becky's shoulders. "Becky is my Cheerio, I will not have you corrupting her heart with all the Glee nonsense Will Schuster had drilled into your mohawked head."

Just like that, Becky was guided away by the cheerleading coach and Puck was once again scanning the halls for someone he could look after. It was then that he realised he didn't need somebody to look after. What he needed was for someone to look after him. Not just anyone, Kurt. He needed his lover back.

Despite having truly awesome guns and a hot body, Puck wasn't the strong one in the relationship. Kurt, as fragile as he looked, was proud and strong in a way Puck could only hope to be.

Fed up with the school environment, he decided to ditch. He headed out and climbed into his truck before driving to the hospital.

Parking his truck, he remained where he was for a while, simply staring out the window up at the large building. Somewhere in those walls, his boyfriend was lying in a coma, fighting to breathe and return to the land of full consciousness.

Taking out his cell, Puck searched through his photo album. Looking down at the small screen, he took in the still image of him and Kurt kissing. The other boy had smacked him upside the head for taking the photo saying that the poor lighting would make Kurt's skin look drained in photographic imagery.

He then searched through his video clips and watched them. The first one featured Kurt singing and dancing for him. The second had been filmed by Kurt. Puck was playing his guitar softly and Kurt was talking to him as he filmed. The third clip he played back was a little more pornographic. It featured Kurt on his knees before him, his talented mouth stretched around his circumcised cock. It had taken Puck weeks of begging to convince Kurt to allow him to film such a thing, with the promise that no-one else would ever see it, that Puck would merely watch it alone to jerk off to when Kurt wasn't around to give him satisfaction.

Stopping the film, he clicked back to look through his text messages, the most recent ones from Kurt. His lips twitched upwards in what resembled a smile as he read the last text Kurt had sent him.

Just one more day, Action Man xxx

'Action Man', that was Kurt's chosen nickname for him. After a small fight the two of them had, Puck had angrily called Kurt a 'Barbie Doll'. After some more yelling and an impressively hard punch from Kurt's fist to Puck's stomach, the shorter boy had shoved Puck towards the bed and latched his mouth upon his, biting Puck's bottom lip between his teeth as he huskily called him 'Action Man'. The name had then stuck and calling one another 'Barbie' and 'Action Man' was a private sign of affection.

Coming out of his messages, Puck went through his phonebook before coming across Kurt's name. He selected the number then held his cell to his ear as he listened to the ring. As expected, it went to Kurt's voicemail.

"Hey, Barbie." Puck breathed down the phone after hearing the beep that signalled him to leave a message. "I know you can't answer right now but… you'll wake up soon. I know you will. You're strong, baby. Um… I miss you. Ok, that sounds lame. Look, just wake up ok. We've still gotta tell everyone about us, remember? I just… I need you… who else is gonna help me with math right?" He tried to joke, but the effect was ruined by a sob escaping his throat. "Fuck. I'm fucking shitting it right now. You know me, Kurt; I can't deal with drama like this. So, I'm gonna head into the hospital to see you now, and I need you to wake up for me ok baby? See you in a few, Sleeping Beauty. Love you."

He hung up and stared down at his cell phone for a while before shoving it back into his jean pocket then scrambling out of his truck then heading up to the hospital.

This time, he opted to take the stairs up to Kurt's floor. He meandered through the impeccably cleaned corridors with his hands in his pockets and his head down low.

He then walked down the narrow corridor then peered through the window in Kurt's door. He saw the back of Burt's head as he sat at his son's side, holding Kurt's hand in his own.

Taking a breath, Puck rapped lightly on the door before shuffling inside, Burt's beady eyes staring at him tiredly.

"How is he?" Puck asked as he edged nearer.

"Better." Burt answered him gruffly. "He's breathing on his own now."

Puck nodded even though the older man wasn't looking at him. Now that he was closer and had a proper look, Puck could see that some of the wires and tubes that had been around Kurt's mouth and nose the day before were gone. Though there were still too many wires left in Puck's opinion.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" Burt enquired in a voice that all parents and teachers seemed to naturally adopt.

"He needs me here." Puck replied.

"You're that Puckerman kid right?" Burt asked, his tone suggesting that he'd heard only the bad things about Puck's reputation.

"Yeah." Puck answered.

"Finn's told me a bit about you." Burt commented. "You're the one who knocked up his girl."

"Yeah." Puck sighed knowing it would be useless to lie.

"The way I hear it, you're a bit of an asshole." Burt told him.

"A bit." Puck agreed quietly.

"I have heard a few good things from Carole though." Burt continued. "She's a great woman; she sees the best in people. So does Kurt."

"Yeah." Puck smiled slightly as he looked down at his boyfriend.

"It's funny." Burt said conversationally, still not taking his eyes off of his son. "You say Kurt needs you here, but I've never heard him mention you. Ever. Nothing good, nothing bad. If you were important to him, he'd have told me something. But he didn't, not once. So I don't think he needs you here at all, kid. Go back to school, go home, go rob a bank for all I care, just get out."

"Mr. Hummel." Puck tried but the murderous look he received from the protective father silenced him.

Fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist, Puck left the hospital room, looking over his shoulder for a last glance at Kurt before heading out.

To Be Continued

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