A/N: I am so sorry this is out so late! I moved a few weeks ago, and I'm still trying to sort out the bomb zone I call my bedroom! I will try to get the next one up this week to compensate for two or three weeks without anything… I'm sorry! Once again… I do not own Glee… Or Adam Lambert. Though, if the latter was to show up at my door, I wouldn't mind. (:

So every time I try to break this trace
I'm so afraid I'll miss my chance
To be bewitched by the bayou
-Voodoo by Adam Lambert

Kurt woke up early that morning to a pair of arms around his chest and someone breathing lightly in his ear. He tensed immediately, wondering what happened last night. He was sure he wasn't with Blaine, but maybe the thing with Puck was just a dream. He shifted slightly, trying not to wake the other sleeping boy. He sighed in relief when he saw it was Puck. He shifted again, making a more conscious effort to be careful, and moved closer to Puck and his embrace. He fell back asleep, head resting against Puck's strong chest.

An hour or so later Puck woke up and found himself wrapped around Kurt. He immediately retreated, hoping not to wake the sleeping boy.

"Where'd you go?" Kurt rasped, voice thick with sleep.

"Back to my side of the bed," replied Puck. He was surprised he was this coherent this early in the morning. "I promised I wouldn't invade your space, so I'm trying to keep that." He settled back on his own pillow, arms behind his head. He stared a hole into the ceiling, again.

"No, come back," begged Kurt sleepily. "I promise I'm okay with it. You are warm, and you keep me safe. Come back, Noah. Please?"

He looked over at his companion and smiled. Kurt was always so adorable when he was half asleep. The thought of denying his boy of his wish almost broke his heart, again. He eventually moved over so he shared a pillow with Kurt.

"Thank you," murmured Kurt into his chest. "I'm going back to sleep now okay?" Kurt snuggled further into Puck as Puck wrapped his arm around him. As soon as Puck thought Kurt was asleep he was mistaken. "Keep me safe, okay? Don't let him get me," he murmured softly, almost inaudibly.

Puck was struck to the core with that. He didn't fall back asleep; he just laid there and held his friend close. He knew that it was what Kurt wanted, so he obeyed his wish. He let his mind wander for the first time in a long time. He wondered if Kurt and he would travel around the US for a while, evading Anderson. He wondered where in the hell they would go next. He didn't have anywhere else to go that was relatively free. He wondered how long it would take Anderson to find them, if he was still actively pursuing them. He wondered a lot of things, but he never wondered what would come of them through all of this. It hurt too much to think of it, so he didn't. He had become a pro of not thinking of the pink elephant in the room, it wasn't something he was proud of, but something he had accomplished.

He was drawn out of his reverie by the shifting of weight next to him. He glanced down at his friend and was surprised to find his eyes open and alert. "Morning," he said simply.

"Morning," responded Kurt quietly. "What were you thinking about?" He was drawing lazy circles down Puck's arm.

"Nothing really," responded Puck immediately. "Just what I'm going to do from here."

"You?" A slight tremor could be heard in Kurt's voice at the thought that he wouldn't be going with him.

"Us. What we are going to do from here," corrected Puck, brushing hair out of Kurt's eyes.

"Oh. What did you have in mind?" asked Kurt, relief evident in his voice.

"I have no idea," admitted the jock. "We will have to go back to Peoria today; I need to make a phone call to my mom."

"That's fine," replied Kurt. "Can I go too? Or do I have to stay here?" he asked quietly.

"Is that even a question? Of course you can come." Puck was almost appalled at the fact he had to ask the question.

"Good. I want to call my dad. We have a place somewhere; I forget where, that I never told Blaine about. We could go there. Once I tell Dad the extent of what happened, we could go right home," Kurt let out a rough laugh, "but he wouldn't tell him where we went."

Puck nodded slowly. "That's a good idea. Mom doesn't have that sort of will power. She'll cave if given a really good deal."

Kurt nodded and placed a small kiss on Puck's chest.

"What was that for?" whispered Puck.

"Thank you, for everything," he whispered back. "I know this can't be easy for you, it isn't for me either, Noah."

"I know."

Kurt's eyes widened. "How?" he whispered.

"I heard it last night," replied Puck.

"You," Kurt's voice was small, "you were awake last night? Why didn't you respond?"

"I was on that edge of awake and asleep. I didn't want to wake all the way up to respond," replied Puck smoothly. "I honestly thought that I was dreaming."

"Dreaming? Why?" Curiosity was evident in his voice, but was also hesitant; like he was afraid he was overstepping his boundaries.

Puck bit his lip softly. "I don't know. I was on that wall, you know." He knew it was a lie, but he wasn't going to admit it out loud to him. "Wasn't quite sure if it was real or not."

Kurt nodded. "Okay. Still is the same though," he whispered. "When do we want to head?"

Puck shrugged. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be ready in two minutes. Change of shirt," laughed Puck.

"Does this place have a shower?" teased Kurt. "I am pretty comfortable though. Don't feel like moving too much." Almost to emphasize his point, he snuggled closer to Puck. "Noah, what are we doing?"

"Lying in bed?"

"No, I knew that already," replied Kurt. "What is this? Us? What are we doing?"

"Running from your crazy boyfriend?"

"He is not my boyfriend, not after that," said Kurt harshly. "I don't know if I could ever forgive him for that."

Puck smiled ruefully. "You don't have to right now. It'll keep you careful for a while, you know, while you are still searching for a new guy."

Kurt bit his lip gently, avoiding Puck's eyes.

"Don't tell me you already have? Yesterday? Really? You are going to make him a rebound?" Puck's eyes were wide. He knew Kurt was hurt and in need of some good attention, but he didn't think he'd go that far.

"You could say that," replied Kurt, still avoiding Puck's eyes. "He isn't a rebound though. I'm hurt, but I refuse to hurt anyone else like that."

Puck didn't reply that he already had, he just stayed quiet, hoping Kurt would fill in the silence himself.

"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, concern weighing heavy in his eyes.

"Just fine," replied Puck. "Look, let's get going, I need to call Mom before she leaves for work tonight." Before Kurt could respond, Puck had released him and rolled out of bed. He made it to the door before he heard Kurt behind him. He stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, you do know that's the truth, right?" plead Kurt. "Noah, don't leave me to think that you don't."

Puck froze. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Instead, he turned around and left a soft kiss on his forehead and walked out the door, mind reeling.

Kurt had a silent tear dance down his cheek at Puck's retreating figure. The thought of Puck thinking he didn't feel bad tore through him. It hurt worse than knowing that Blaine had broken his trust. It hurt worse than when Blaine was blackmailing him. He couldn't bear the thought of it. He knew he was never going to be fully happy with Blaine. He had always felt slightly guilty when he saw Puck in the hallway. He knew he had hurt him, but he felt as if he didn't deserve forgiveness either.

That day, in the hallway, was from the middle of freaking nowhere. He was finally able to get by himself so he could talk to Puck. The thought of Puck being in so much pain was tearing him apart inside. He really didn't want to go to his house later that day, but he had nowhere else to go. He couldn't go to 'Cedes, she would have just talked crap. Finn would just go beat him, without much thought into Kurt's feelings. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew Puck would push all else aside to help him. He knew Puck wasn't much over him, he could see it in his eyes.

Another tear danced down Kurt's face at the thought of another stony ride to Peoria. He dashed out and caught Puck mid-change. He hadn't changed much. His torso was still strong. He was still breathtakingly beautiful. "Noah," he choked out as another few tears danced down his pale face.

The said boy turned around sharply. "What is it, Kurt. I'm kind of changing right now." He was curt, frustration seeping through.

"I just thought," Kurt paused, not sure what he was thinking. "I just thought that maybe, I could call Dad later. I don't want another awkward car ride. I'll just stay here. Clean up a bit."

"Kurt, shut up. You're rambling. You are coming, and that is final." Puck pulled his shirt over his head and wiped away a few of the tears on Kurt's face.

Kurt smiled ruefully. "Thank you," he whispered. He hoped that maybe this would be the healing that was much needed between them. He turned and went to change his clothes.

A/N: Sorry. I need some input in the next few days before I post chapter 8. Do you think it's too early for them to start getting back together? Or not? Just something I'm struggling with at the moment. Thanks for reading! Criticism is always welcome.