Same 'verse as "Claim" and Drabble 12 from June. Kurt/Blaine heavily mentioned. The battle had been raging heavily for quite some time - Puck could tell because his lugs were burning, his wing muscles ached, and there was more than a trickle of blood in his left eye - when Lauren cried, "Oh, shit!" from her seat on his back and pulled his reigns to get him to look up.

Above them and a few hundred yards to the side, Blaine was falling. Blaine was falling and Kurt wasn't pushing away! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Adrelinine back full-force, Puck tilted his wings and swooped to the side before flapping frantically forward. He was vaguely aware of the battle going on around them, but figured Lauren had it covered and instead kept his eyes trained on the two figures falling out of the sky. As he watched, Blaine started shifting back into his human-like form, Kurt's saddle growing larger and larger on his back until it was almost as big as Blaine.

Both dragon and rider were obviously unconscious - as limp as ragdolls - and strapped together as they fell. Ignoring everything except how to dive and get under them with enough time to pull up, Puck pushed himself harder than he thought possible. He tucked in his wings and dove, making Lauren screech and curse at him, though he knew her displeasure was just for show, and just barely managed to get under them in time for Lauren to cry, "Secured! Pull up, Puckerman!" before it was almost two late to pull up.

He had a hard enough time of it as it was, trying to lift not only Lauren (who was the heaviest rider of their age) and an extra rider, but also a dragon who'd stopped changing before he was back down to normal size. It felt like trying to bench press an ox.

The land was safe enough - none of the ground battles having made it this far inland, so Puck more or less pulled them into a controlled decent, rather than a true landing. He set down with a skid along the black freshly-tilled earth of a farmer's field and once he'd stopped, tucked one wing and rolled onto his side to slide Blaine off. Lauren would be sideways until she unstrapped herself, but for an extra-large girl, she was also extremely spry. Besides, they'd been training for moments like this for six years. Puck didn't even have to think much anymore. He just did things.

Once Lauren had unstrapped herself and Kurt, and then loosened Puck's saddle, she slapped his hide and cried, "Good to go!" Puck released that one part of his brain and felt his whole body relax, trembling, back into his normal form - which had better hands and a tongue that could speak words rather than screeches.

Once he got free of his saddle and tightened his shorts around his waist, Puck hurried to help Lauren with their two injured friends. Kurt looked fine, if still unconscious, but Blaine was in bad shape. His head was bloody, one horn broken and the other completely missing; the webbing of his left wing was clawed to shit; and his back was kinked funny near where his tail began.

Looking up at Puck with scared eyes (that was a first and it unnerved Puck to no end), Lauren pulled her head away from Blaine's ribs and said, "I don't think he's breathing!"

Puck wasn't so good at nursing people - last time he'd tried, he'd got burn ointment in Finn's eye - so he sat back and let Lauren do her thing. Beside him, Kurt looked so small and cold, so Puck pulled him close, sheltering him from some of the wind with his wings.

After a few minutes, Lauren looked up and shook her head, making Puck's stomach drop. He really didn't want to be the one to tell Kurt that his dragon was dead; because the news would break Kurt's heart and Puck never wanted to be the one who did that.