Chapter 11 :

"Kurt ?"

Kurt's blood froze at the hearing of the voice. His terrible reflexes made him turn his head towards the origin of the voice while his brain told him not to react. His body betrayed him. When his eyes fell upon the origin of he voice his aunt was standing there, looking at him with a happy smile on her face.

" I was sure it was you ! I could recognize you among a crowd." She said when she was next to him.

"Hi aunt Helen." Kurt said embarrassed.

"You don't embrace me ? We've no seen each other for two years and you don't even kiss me ?" She asked him faking indignation. Kurt kissed her on the cheek but didn't say anything. "Would you walk with me ?" She asked.

Kurt had always loved his aunt and there was always something in her voice that said that, even if it was a question, you hadn't got the choice.

"Sure." Kurt said.

"Is this cute guy your boyfriend ?" She pointed at Puck smiling.

"No he's just a friend of mine." Kurt quickly said. He trusted Puck a lot, but knew he wouldn't react well if someone suggested he was gay.

"Too bad." She said. She stayed with them a moment before offering them a drink. They sat in a little coffee shop and ordered their commands.

"Look Kurt, I talked to your dad on Tuesday." She began.

Kurt knew this topic would be the center of the conversation. He knew it was the end of his amazing life in San Francisco. He knew he would have to go back to Lima by the next flight. And he absolutely did not want it.

"He told me what you've done, he's very sad you know." Kurt didn't want to hear that. Of course his dad was sad. Kurt was sad too, but he would not go back just because of that, his dad had a new family now.

" I know." Kurt said reluctantly.

" I don't blame you for what you did. He read me your letter and I fully understand why you did what you did." Kurt opened wide eyes. "Don't look at me this way, don't you know I did the same when I was eighteen ?" Kurt had never heard of it. Surely his dad didn't want to put these kinds of ideas in his head.

" I didn't know" Kurt answered.

"The point is, in the letter you said you lived here with great people. That's what's worrying me for the most part. There are bad people here Kurt, they can appear friendly and all but they're not. No offense." She added looking at Puck.

"Oh don't worry about him, he's Noah, he's from Lima too we went to school together." Kurt explained her.

"Oh you're the one who left with Kurt ? I'm glad you did so, I like to know that Kurt's not alone." She told Puck who hadn't said a word since she had appeared.

"Thanks." He told her.

"You know, the people we live with are students, they're great, really." Kurt reassured her.

"Maybe they are or maybe they just appear to be. Anyway stay close to Noah, he's the only one you really know."

"Does this mean you're not going to tell my dad that I'm here ?" Kurt asked hopeful.

"I'm not going to tell your dad but you really should give him some more news, you can't know how worried he has been. And you too," she added pointing at Puck "Your mother feels terrible about whatever happened to you. You should at least send another letter or call them." Helen said in a bossy tone. Kurt nodded, he would have loved to be able to receive news too.

"Is there a way I could give my dad an address where he could send me letters ?"

"You could give him one of my friends' address and I'll give you the letters." She told him smiling.

Kurt was overhappy, not only was his aunt not going to tell his dad where he was, but also had she given him a way to communicate with him.

He smiled at Puck who smiled back, Kurt knew he missed his family as well. They had been gone for one month and a half and he had learned to read the guy.

"I just have one condition." Helen added. " I want to check on you two at least twice a week." They nodded quickly. "And I'd like to meet the people you live with. But if you don't want I won't oblige you for the last part."

"I'd love to introduce you to Keith." Kurt said. She frowned.

"And Keith is ?"

"He's my boyfriend, you'll love him." She smiled.

"If you like him, I'm sure I'm gonna love him." She said. "Noah, is there anything wrong ?" Kurt turned to Puck who was frowning.

"Nothing's wrong it's just that, he's not there quite often these days." Puck answered.

"He'll be there tomorrow night, would you like to come dinner ?" He asked his aunt.

" I'd be glad." She answered smiling happily.

They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about a lot of things. Puck remained silent for the most part, which was weird since he had been talking a lot during the beginning of the day. Maybe he didn't like aunt Helen. They hadn't had a lot of time to talk since the day at the beach since Puck had been looking for a job and Kurt had spent most of his time with Keith.

Helen escorted them back home to see where they lived for the next day. When they were finally home they found themselves alone.

"Let's write this letter !" Puck said eagerly. Kurt smiled at the sight of his friend being so eager for something. Kurt grabbed a paper and a pencil and they sat on the floor around the living room table.

"Do you want to start writing ?" Kurt offered. Puck shook his head.

"Let's write the whole letter together it will be much funnier." Kurt liked the idea.

Dear everyone,

We're still at the same place and we still miss you.

We're both trying to find a job to help our friends paying the rent because, even if they say there's no problem, we feel bad not providing anything. We have found a way for you to be able to answer us, we'll give you the address at the end of the letter.

We bathed into the ocean last week, we both had never seen the sea and it was amazing. We hope you'll sea it soon (the pun is Puck's idea, I deny any responsibility in it.).

We haven't decided yet when we'll be back and if we will, but don't worry we miss you too much not to see you again.

For those who would worry about Kurt, you have to know that he's doing very well, I haven't tried to kill him yet (but who knows since I'm a psycho now.).

"Noah !" Kurt had gone to take a glass of water while Noah had written the last part. Puck laughed.

"Hey that's true ! Everyone thinks I'm a psycho ! You should've seen how they looked at me when I came back from juvie. Anyway this is the last sheet of paper we have." Kurt glared at him.

I might be the one to murder someone if he doesn't stop writing behind my back. Indeed Puck's no more a psycho. At least not totally, although I wonder when he dances around the apartment like crazy. We haven't given up singing, Puck managed to find a guitar and we often sing a song to our friends by night time.

To the glee club, we wish we could see you performing at sectionals but we're too far from Ohio for that. Yet, if you record it we'd be happy to watch it. Puck says that if you do an old classic rock you will win, but according to me, only musicals will make you win.

Dad, say hi to Carole and Finn, I hope you're all doing well. Stop worrying for me, I'm happy here, you're allowed to be happy as well.

The door opened and Keith entered the living room. He directly came behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around his waist. He whispered something in Kurt's ear and grabbed his hand to drag him somewhere. Kurt was smiling.

"You can finish the letter, I'll be back in a few minutes" he said.

Puck was angry. He could never have time alone with his friend without his jerk of boyfriend to come and take him away to do dirty stuff. He finished writing the letter quickly.

Sarah, while I'm not here you can learn playing the guitar so that you'll be better than me. I miss you sis'. Take care of each other and everything's gonna be fine. I really love you girls.

We love you all.

Kurt and Puck.

Ps: The address is written on the envelope, it's not where we live so don't try to find us in Florida.