Kurt was a little confused when Dave lead him into the nearby forest.
Where there really some other guys waiting for them like Dave had told him they would?
Kurt was starting to regret his decision and with good reason.
When Dave looked around and stopped, looking satisfied of the place they were at, he all but pushed Kurt against a tree and trapped him against it with his body.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked terrified, his eyes wide with fear.
"I'm doing exactly what I told you I would," Dave replied huskily, "I'm gonna show you there are better guys than Noah Puckerman. That better guy being me."
"No, stop!" Kurt screamed when Dave's lips attacked his neck, "Don't do this! I don't want-"
They both froze when they heard footsteps coming closer to them and for a split second Kurt thought he would be saved.
He couldn't be farther from the truth...
When the footsteps stopped a few inches behind him, Dave turned around so both he and Kurt could see the intruder.
It was an older man, probably in his late thirties, with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol hanging around him.
"What are you kids doing out here so late?"
Kurt was too scared, and still too much in shock, to answer so Dave did it for the both of them.
"That's none of your business. What are you doing here? Except for drinking yourself into a coma."
The man snorted, holding his beer bottle up a little and taking another sip before pointing the tip of the bottle towards Dave.
"You watch your words,kid."
Dave clearly wasn't impressed and stepped closer to the guy.
"Yeah? Or what?"
The guy just smirked at him, taking yet another sip from his beer.
"You might regret it."
Dave snorted and turned around to go back to Kurt, calling out over his shoulder.
"Just leave us alone, dude. There's no need for you to keep staring at us like some kind of freak."
The next thing just happened in kind of a blur for Kurt.
Suddenly Dave was in front of him again and then he was falling to the ground.
Kurt screamed when he saw the older man with his broken bottle still raised, now making his way over to him.
"Shhh, pretty boy," the man shushed him with his hand on his mouth, "He wasn't good enough for you anyway."
Kurt knew he should have started running from the moment that Dave was still talking, but his body couldn't move then, and now it was too late.
He screamed against the man's hand, while he felt the man fumble with his pants with the other.
He closed his eyes as a silent tear trickled down his face.
Why had he been so stupid to come into the woods? Why hadn't he just stayed at the camp?
This was his punishment... His punishment for being so reckless. So stupid.
His punishment that didn't came...
-..-
As soon as Puck heard a scream, Kurt's scream, he rushed over towards the sound, hoping that Sam and Mike were in the neighborhood and had heard it as well.
The three boys had split up to make the serch go faster, but apparently it hadn't been fast enough.
"Damn it, Karofsky." Puck cursed out loud to himself, "I told you to leave the boy alone."
When he came closer to the place where he thought the scream had come from, because he had followed the sounds that came from that direction since then, he stopped behind a tree and looked around.
When he saw two men against a tree, one obviously Kurt, but the other one obviously not Karofsky, Puck was a little confused and decided to move closer.
He moved carefully to the next tree and suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
There on the ground, just a few feet away from him, was Dave Karofsky, lying down on the ground with blood coming out of the back of his head.
He quickly looked back up to see Kurt being pushed up against the tree with his pants hanging down his legs.
Puck's blood boiled and in a flare of pure rage he ran out from his hiding place and jumped at the guy who was holding Kurt, knocking him down to the ground with him on top.
Puck, being in advantage because he was on top of the guy, punched the guy wherever he could hit him in his face.
He screamed for Mike and Sam, hoping they would hear him and come to his help.
Not that he needed any help, but Kurt and Karofsky did.
Lucky enough, he heard fast footsteps coming closer and he looked up to see Sam and Mike running over to them.
They stopped when they saw Karofsky lying there and Mike crouched down next to him, feeling his pulse.
Feeling that his pulse was getting weaker, Mike shouted to Puck, "What the hell happened here? Karofsky's barely breathing."
"Hold him," Puck said to Sam as he himself stood up, "I'm gonna get some rope."
Without even waiting for a reply from any of them, Puck ran back to the camp and then ran back to the other guys when he found the rope in the supply room.
Puck had to break open the door, but he had what he was looking for.
When he came back he saw Sam still sitting on the guy, Mike still sitting next to Karofsky and, the worst sight of all, Kurt, huddled against a tree with his legs pulled up to his chest and his face hidden in between his knees.
He wanted to go to Kurt first, but he had to think practical first and tie the man that Sam was holding down up first.
Sam helped Puck to pull the half-conscious man's arms behind his back and tied his hands together.
Sam got the worried glances that Puck was constantly shedding at Kurt so he put his hand on Puck's shoulder and told him he could take care of it from there.
Neither he or Mike knew what had happened, because Puck still hadn't explaine it to them. But seeing the state of both Karofsky and Kurt told them that it must've been really bad.
Puck silently stepped up to Kurt, noticing with a sense of relief that he had pulled up his pants, and sat down next to him, but keeping some space between them so Kurt wouldn't freak out.
"Hey," Puck said softly, "What happened?"
He didn't want to ask the stupid, completely unnecessary question if he was alright, 'cause he obviously wasn't, so he just asked the most important thing.
Apart from what he had seen, which really wasn't that much, Puck didn't know what had happened here.
And if he didn't know what happened, then how could he possibly explain it to Sam and Mike?
Kurt slowly looked up at Puck, tears streaming down his face.
"Dave...Dave lead me here into the woods and I knew I made a mistake," Kurt started explaining, his voice shaking, "He started kissing my neck and I told him to stop, but-"
"Did he do anything else?"
"No," Kurt shook his head, "He didn't have time for that, because that...That guy showed up and started quarreling with Dave. When Dave turned back around to me, the guy knocked him out with his beer bottle to Dave's head."
Puck winced and gently put his hand on Kurt's shoulder, squeezing it softly as an indication for him to continue his explanation.
"I know...I know that I should have started running, but I couldn't... My legs and feet just wouldn't move. Then that drunk guy pinned me against the tree with his hand against my mouth so I couldn't scream anymore and started...Started unbuckling my pants and...I tried... I tried to fight it."
"It's ok," Puck said softly, while Mike and Sam looked at them in horror, "You don't have to continue if you don't want to."
Kurt raised his head a little more and looked straight into Puck's eyes, "Then you came. He couldn't really do anything but pull down my pants before you pushed him away from me. You...You saved me, Puck."
Puck gave a small smile and squeezed Kurt's shoulder again.
"Can you walk?" he asked gently, "We need to get back to the camp. Karofsky is in a really bad state..."
"Yes," Kurt replied quickly, looking at the unmoving figure of Karofsky, "Yes, I can walk. Puck, Karofsky didn't mean to..."
"I know," Puck cut him off, "The only thing Karofsky would do is kiss you,make out a little, unless you would want would have stopped if you kept telling him no."
Kurt nodded, then looked over at the drunken guy, "That man though...He wouldn't stop, no matter how much I struggled."
"Let's just go, alright." Puck said quickly, really not wanting to have this conversation now. "Let's just go to the camp, wake up mister Figgins, explain everything to him and then let him deal with the weirdo."
Kurt nodded again and stood up almost at the same time as Puck did.
Sam held hold of the half-conscious drunk and dragged him along next to him, while Puck and Mike carried Karofsky, Kurt walking right beside Puck, still shaking a little from all the emotions.
-..-
When they came back to the camp, they immediatelly went up to mr. Figgins' cabin and Puck rapped on the door until he finally opened it.
Mr. Figgins was more than a little surprised to see those 5 boys and a tied up man standing in front of his door in the middle of the night, and he literally was in shock when he heard the whole story.
They dropped the man onto a spare bed in mr. Figgins' hut while mr. Figgins himself called an ambulance for Karofsky.
He still had a pulse, but it was weakening by the minute, so they hoped the ambulance would get there quickly.
The drunk guy really hit him badly.
Luckily the ambulance did arrive in time and Dave was quickly droven up to a nearby hospital.
Of course the sirens of the ambulance had woken people up and the news of what had happened would spread around like fire.
Mr. Figgins send everyone back to their huts when the ambulance was gone. Even Puck, Kurt, Mike and Sam were send off, after he assured them that he would take care of the almost rapist in the morning.
Puck threw an arm over Kurt's shoulder as they walked back to their sleeping place.
He smiled at him when Kurt turned his head a little. He saw the boy try to smile back, but it never reached his eyes.
When they came inside their "home", Mike and Sam immediately climbed into their beds, after giving Kurt and Puck a small wave of goodnight and pulling off their pants.
Puck followed Kurt to his bed and sat down on the edge, watching as Kurt's hands shook a little when he removed his pants.
He sat there until Kurt was lying in his bed under the covers, then he stood up, or at least tried to, because Kurt grabbed his hand.
"Puck, wait." Kurt said softly and waited until Puck sat down again, "I just..." he looked down and let go of Puck's hand. "Thanks..."
His voice was so soft and quiet that Puck barely heard it, but he had.
Puck smiled at him and bend down a little to press a kiss against Kurt's forehead.
"You're welcome." Puck whispered, then he did stand up and walked over to his own bed, stripping of his pants and crawling under his blanket.
He switched off the lights in the room and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep.
Meanwhile, in the bed he had just left lay a certain boy, with his finger touching his forehead, a soft smile on his face.
Even though he had just gone through the most awful experience ever. That simple kiss just about made his whole evening just a little bit better.
