Kurt's POV

Kurt walking out the door and down the hallway…What he is thinking and how he is feeling about the melt down he just witnessed by Puck.

I cant believe that Finn is still playing the "I am so fucked over by Puck card". Does he really believe anyone wants to hear that crap over and over again? Shit, I know I don't.

Finn could have been the hero if he had offered support of Puck instead of siding with that bitch Berry in sending Puck back to Juvie.

I see Puck's backpack laying in the hallway, forgotten by the terrified young man. My God the look on Puck's face, the real terror I saw in his eyes. He looked like he could actually kill Mr. Shue.

I reach down and pick it up. The zipper is broken from too much wear and tear; and maybe from being slung off abruptly before he went after Mr. Shue.

There are actual text books from class in it, along with a long list of homework for Puck. I look through the papers that are shoved loosely within it.

Puck is actually smart by the grades showing on the papers. All are B's and A's, except for English and the paper is marked a C in red ink.

Looking at the exit doorway, I make my mind up. I am going to find Noah Puckerman and return his backpack to him. And just maybe make sure he is safe and the rest of the world.

Kurt walks out the same door, that just minutes before Puck slammed open, and starts on a quest. He can be Puck's friend, a true friend like he should have been a long time ago.

Puck's POV

Sitting in the driver's seat of his truck.

What the hell did I just do?

I almost beat the shit out of one of the few adults that have treated me half assed decently in my life. Mr. Shue has to hate me now. I saw the fear in his eyes before he hit the lockers hard when I threw him off of me.

Finn attacking me from behind, well attacking wasn't the right word either. He was just trying to get me off Mr. Shue, to keep me from hurting him. But he wouldn't let go of me, he kept holding me like they did in the showers.

Then Kurt Hummel yelled at me to look at him and it was like switching the channel. I could see him and I could hear him talking to me. It was like he knew what was going on when I heard him say he wasn't going to touch me. How did he know how to say that?

I could see the fear in his eyes as he talked to me, he was afraid of me too. I couldn't stand looking at his eyes anymore, seeing the terror. I also couldn't stand the looks from the rest of them.

They were looking at me like I was trash like I would dirty up their lives if I was in it any longer. My chest felt like it was going to explode, it hurt so much to see the looks on their faces. So I did what I do best and put my best badass face on and lashed out at them.

Then I ran, the tears blurring my sight as I stumbled through the parking lot to my truck.

I am just sitting in my truck trying to calm down, to stop the tremors that are racking through my body. Okay, I am crying like my little sister does when she isn't feeling well.

I see Kurt Hummel walking towards my truck and he is carrying my backpack in his hand. I want to start my truck and leave, drive away before he reaches me.

But for some unknown reason I cant…..

Kurt's POV

I find Noah in the parking lot sitting in his truck. Yeah I said Noah, I decided on the way to the parking lot that it sounded better than Puck. Noah humanizes him more than Puck, makes him more reachable to me.

I am terrified that he will lash out at me, he needs someone right now to let him know that he is okay and if he isn't to let him know that is okay too. By Gucci, I sound like Dr. Phil.

I see Noah wiping at his face, trying to dry the tears that fell so freely in the hallway. My own throat constricts, knowing what its like to cry because you're hurting so damn bad.

I walk up to the passenger door and wait for Noah to unlock it. Looking through the glass at his eyes make my own prick with tears. They are hollow, empty, like his soul is missing from his body.

He reaches over and unlocks the door and goes back to gripping the steering wheel.

I open the door, the hinges creaking from rust and age, the sound is quite nerve racking. I slowly set his backpack on the seat and push it towards him.

"You dropped this in the hallway outside of the choir room, I thought you might need it" my voice cracking just a little bit.

He just looks straight ahead and nods. I see a single tear slip down his cheek to fall on his worn coat. He doesn't even attempt to wipe it away.

"So do I need to wait around for the cops or just go and turn myself in to my probation officer?" His voice breaks and I see another tear escape from his hazel eye.

I climb into the truck with him, closing the door. He finally looks over at me and I see the fear is back in his eyes.

"No, neither. Mr. Shue told everyone to let it go." I say to him with sincere honesty. I don't know what made me climb into the truck or even if it was a good idea, but I am not going to let him think he is alone either.

"I bet Finn loved that", the anger coming back into his voice.

"Noah, I don't know what caused you to snap with Mr. Shue and I am not going to pretend to know. I just want you to know that you can talk to me and I will never betray what you tell me", I tell him in a soft voice.

"I know that we have never really been close or even really friends, but I would like to change that if its okay with you?" my voice cracks with the last couple of words.

A look of shock crosses his face and then a look of hope.

"Hummel, I don't want your sympathy if that is what the friend thing is about, that is the last thing I need", he tells me in a tired and confused voice.

"No I don't feel sorry for you. I cant explain what I am feeling, except that you were starting to change before Juvie and I don't want you to lose the humanity you had found", my voice sounds confident, even to me.

The laugh that escapes his lips is not one of humor, but of sarcasm.

"I don't know if I have any humanity left Hummel, seriously I don't know", he looks at me, into my eyes.

I hold his gaze letting him know that I am not backing down from him.

"Noah I meant what I said, I want to be friends with you" averting my gaze I grab his phone on the seat and put my number in his contact list. "Call me if you ever want to talk or just need to hang with someone", I tell him as I place his phone back on the truck seat.

I pull the door handle and start to get out of the truck, when I hear one broken word from Noah, "Thanks".

I close the door behind me and walk to my Navigator. I hear him crank his truck and pull away.

What have I gotten myself into now, trying to help someone so broken and beautiful?

Lone Ranger by Mark Salling

Hey are you feeling sad today?

Did you catch the one you wanted

Just to watch them walk away?

Everyone becomes a therapist

You cant afford to pay

You're going insane

So maybe something is wrong with you