Whooo, Spring Break. Yeah baby! Anyway, since you've all been so damn awesome with the reviews...yeah...I decided to have another update. I've been grounded and surrounded by drama. It's physically impossible to keep a positive outlook on life right now. However, I am! Because I'm that freaking awesome...I'm still sort of on a sugar high huh? Lots to do...so little time! GAHR!

Disclaimer: Iiiiieeeee don't own gleeeeee!

Paring: references to Creepy Teacher/Puck. Hints at Finn/Puck and Santana/Brittney

Finn was in the car with his mother just pulling up the house when his phone went off, he parked the car and flipped it open the text message stopped his heart. Something was wrong...with Puck, as soon as his mom was out of the car he took off, speeding. He knew his mom would get him for that later though. He pulled into the parking-lot, grabbed his keys and ran for the doors. He tried every single door until he found one that was left open, well a kid was coming through it and he sort of shoved the kid to the ground. He needed to get to Puck.

"What happened?" He whispered as he walked into the classroom, eyes scanning the room, landing on Puck but shooting away, too ashamed to look at the boy crying on the girls shoulder. He could have prevented this, this was so his fault. But he needed to help Puck not get all emotional and sympathetic towards himself.

"I don't know. I came in and he was just here." Puck tried to stop crying as he tilted his head to look at Finn who was looking anywhere but where Puck wanted him to. He was looking anywhere but Puck. It made his heart fall a little more, break a little harder. Finn's just as disgusted and ashamed in him as he is.

"We got to get him to the hospital." Came the automatic response. It was as if he's done this before and knows what to do but he doesn't. Puck tensed up, shaking his head.

"I'm fine." He gets out, strained. "I don't need no doctor to tell me otherwise."

"Yes, Puck you're not fine, just look at you." Finn cried, desperate to help Puck but no knowing how.

"Nothing happened."

"No, Puck, Stop!" Puck winced at Finn's anger, it wasn't aid in anger but that's how it was taken. "Stop trying to act strong all the time, you need help and they'll help I promise."

"No." He said.

"Please?" Finn still wouldn't look at him but he agreed to go as long as he'd shut up. Brittney had went with them, still scared as hell.

She was so confused but there's one thing she understood. She understood exactly what happened in that room, she knew everything. She could only hope that it wasn't what she knew. She's seen people after sex but she's never seen anyone so fucked up so it must've been rape, right?

She can't really believe that because Puck's the strong one and Puck's a guy. Rape doesn't happen to strong guys, right? So why was he so upset over something, over sex? She's not sure how to help him, but she can recognize Finn's face. The disgust, shame, HATE, in his eyes was for himself. She sees them in Santana sometimes, when Santana looks at her, she knows it. Santana loves her and hates herself because of it. Finn wants to help Puck he just doesn't know how and can't believe he let this thing to this t Puck, right?

Why was it so difficult to face the facts? She watches the trees pass by, still sitting with Puck, in the back of Finn's speeding car, curious as to what will happen next. This has to be some soft of dream because things like this don't happen to the good guys and Puck is absolutely one of the good guys.

Puck sat with Brittney fear coursing through his veins, Finn couldn't find out. Finn was already disgusted he could not find out that Puck was r...slept with some dude. There was no way in hell that would go over well and he hates himself for it. He's dying inside, he couldn't live with Finn hating him. No way no way. He knows that look, the disgust and the shame. Finn was never good at hiding things and Puck just hoped he could never find out about this.

His mind wanders back to Mr. Styelavon, his stomach feeling sick, he wants to double over and puke. The feeling of those hands, those lips. He wants to forget it all, even the words. The hateful evil words that came out of that mouth, he hated it. ALL OF IT! He hated himself for letting it happen, hate Mr. Stelavon for doing it, and hated every goddamn this about it. He wanted it all to be a dream because he couldn't handle all of this.

Finn wanted to be sick, wanted to cry, wanted to scream. Finn wanted to rip the heart out of the next person to look at or touch Puck funny. No one messed with Puck. His hands gripped the steering wheel, so tight his knuckles started to turn white. (AN: TEEHEE IT RHYMES) Hie eyes burned with anger and hatred, for every piece of scum that ever fucked with his Puck. He can only hope that all his assumptions are wrong and Puck wasn't...you know.

He knows the look in his eyes and he can't explain it. Doesn't want to talk about it. He knows there was disgust and shame but he couldn't hide it well. But not once was it ever directed towards Puck and he just hopes Puck knew that. Finn's not that stupid he KNOWS that Puck's beating himself up over this, but he shouldn't be, it's not his fault. And he starts to want this to all be a dream so that Puck wasn't hurt because he hates seeing Puck sad.

They pull up to the hospital ll curious as to when this dream will end and what's going to happen next. No one knows and everyone who stood by must not have cared enough.

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