A/N: Sorry, this one is late once more. Life is giving me curveballs. I am busy as heck to top it off. I'm trying to get them off as fast as I can. I did this chapter like I did Chapter Two. It's told from Kurt's point of view. I felt like you needed more of the raw emotion from the man himself, not second hand from Puck. Though, I expect you will get some of his as well. Once again, I don't own Glee. Or Florence.
You hit me once, I hit you back
You gave a kick, I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
-Kiss With A Fist by Florence + the Machine
Laughter filled the halls of the Hummel-Hudson house as the party of five walked through the front door. They gradually moved into the front room and sat on the scattered furniture, Carole and Burt in the chairs, Kurt and Finn on the couch, and Puck on the floor between them.
"Kurt, how was your few days abroad?" asked Finn.
Kurt laughed. "You say that like I was in Britain or something." He sobered swiftly though. He pressed his leg closer too Puck, like he was trying to draw strength from him.
"Kurt, I don't want to pressure you, but what happened?" pushed Burt. His eyebrows were pressed together in concern.
Kurt took a deep breath. "It isn't all that great of a story. It's bound to end in disappointment." He felt Puck rub his foot soothingly. "It is something that needs to be said though." He fixed his seating so that he was more comfortable. He wished it was Puck sitting next to him, but he couldn't have everything. He didn't deserve everything.
Puck shifted so that he was sitting between Kurt's legs, hoping to give him as much comfort as he could give. Kurt's hands found their way to his shoulders, squeezing them gently.
Kurt looked at his lap as he spoke. "I am not proud of what happened. It isn't sweet and fluffy. Here it is anyway.
"Blaine began to blackmail me the more we went for coffee. He would say that if I didn't go out with him today, he would tell Noah that we had been making out for the last two weeks. We hadn't been, but I didn't want to hurt Noah, so I went along with it. At the time, they were just harmless coffee dates. He eventually started to kiss me here and there; never lingering, just enough to make me want to skip my date with Noah that day. I would though; I valued my time with Noah. He is one of the few people that could make me happy, just being around them.
"He began to get worse. He wouldn't stop kissing me until I responded. If I didn't respond, he threatened to tell Noah we were fucking. I couldn't have that. I had to go along with it, so I thought. It went on for weeks. The one day he went further, Noah caught me. He could smell Blaine's cologne on me. I could, why couldn't' he? He accused me of cheating, which, in a way I was. I was conned into it at the beginning. It pained me to see the hurt in his eyes. I couldn't do anything to solve it though, so I let him go after a week.
"After Noah left, Blaine claimed me. He preached that Noah wasn't good enough for me. He left me, but Blaine never would. Blaine would be everything I could ever dream of. He never was. He tried to be kind, but it never won me over."
At this point, Kurt was shaking with sorrow, and the beginnings of fear. A few tears danced gently down his face, making vivid trails behind them. He knew what was coming, and he didn't want to say it out loud. He didn't want to come off as a cheap class whore.
"It quickly turned into a physical relationship. I loved the fact that Noah never pushed me. He never tried to get me to do anything I didn't want to, despite his reputation. I was the one who felt like I was pushing the other one. Blaine would blackmail me into doing.. things." A sob bubbled up his throat, but didn't make it out of his lips. "He would tell me that if I didn't do this, he would tell Noah that I never loved him, that I was only in it for the sex." A harsh laugh escaped his lips. "Not that we were. Obviously Blaine didn't know that though.
"It went on for months. I eventually tried to resist, I finally tried to break it off. I wanted to be able to talk to Noah again, but he wouldn't have me. He started to push me around and talk down to me. That was worse than the blackmail." Kurt had tears streaming down his face now. Puck wasn't looking at him, and it made Kurt feel like a piece of shit. He knew it would make Noah look at him differently. The only thing that kept that whisper of hope in the back of his mind was the fact he was stroking Kurt's legs gently. "He would push and push until I did what he wanted.
"Three days ago, I told him I had to run back to my locker for my French. He said he'd meet me at my car, and to hurry. I ran back to my locker and ran into Noah on my way there. I stopped him and was going to tell him, but he walked away. I went back to Blaine. That was the day that it got worse.
"We got back to Blaine's house and he pushed the homework aside, said something about how he had something else on his mind. He tried," Kurt had a sob rip through his chest and out of his lips. Puck's hands tightened on his lower shins, startling Kurt. Kurt's hands tightened on his shoulders in response, attempting to comfort his best friend. "He tried to make me sleep with him. I said no, many times. He kept trying. He pulled at my vest, trying to rid me of it, and I pulled it back on and repeated my response more firmly. That was when he hit me. He flat out hit me." His hand moved up to the place where there once was an angry handprint unconsciously. "I think it bruised slightly. I ran. I grabbed my bag and ran. I came here and grabbed clothes to last me a week. I then ran to Noah's."
Kurt took a giant breath, fighting more sobs. He kept his hands on Puck's shoulders and looked up to the faces of his family. Carole had tears streaming down her face, as well as Burt surprisingly. Finn was stonily silent next to him. He couldn't see Puck's face at all.
"Why didn't you come see me?" asked Burt, stonily calm. It reminded Kurt of the calm before the storm. It sent shivers down his spine.
"I couldn't face you. I was ashamed of what I'd done to Noah, and what I'd allowed Blaine to do to me," explained Kurt.
"I have been seeing him at school for the last week, and he has said nothing to me about this? Not a drop of concern of your whereabouts to me, your brother?" fumed Finn. "That-"
"Finn," chided Carole. "Calm down. We'll deal with Blaine later." She stood and Puck moved away from Kurt's feet as she knelt between them. "Kurt, I'm so proud of you for telling us. It takes courage to do that, to leave him." She kissed his forehead as she stood. "Thank you for keeping my boy safe," she whispered to Puck as she walked by.
Puck kept his face down, and it disturbed Kurt to not see it. He was Kurt's reason for being here at all. He was the thing that was keeping him grounded. He wanted to walk up to him and see what was brewing in his brown eyes. He wiped the tears from his own face and stood. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go to bed. It's been a taxing day for me, and I'm tired. I love you all; I will see you in the morning." He had hoped Puck had caught the message in that, but he wasn't sure. He hadn't seen him this withdrawn before.
Kurt walked down the stairs to his room and collapsed in a chair in the corner. He pulled his legs up to his chest and cried. He cried for the second time since the whole deal started. He let the sobs wreck his chest. He cried for the fact he broke Puck's heart in pieces. He cried for being used as a cheap class whore. He cried for the looks on his family's faces as he told his tale. He cried for the silence Puck gave him. He cried for the fact he was alone in his bedroom, and would remain so for the night. He cried for an entire hour before he stood and readied for bed. He wasn't seeing, he was just moving on autopilot. He changed out of his shirt and pants, and just crawled into bed in his boxers.
A/N: So. What do you think? Can I tell you how hard it is to make Blaine the bad guy when I love him so? I can only think that at least this Blaine transferred without knowing Kurt first. That's the only thing that's keeping me from making him a good guy. Ha. What do you think Puck's reaction to it is? Why wouldn't he let Kurt see his face? Will he really spend the night alone in his nightmares?