Puck doesn't know what the hell is going on. Everyone's been acting all weird. And that's saying something, it's not like any of them are usually normal in the first place. They all willingly joined Glee club for fucks sake. Then the midget manages to piss of both Kurt and Santana and Puck is kind of done. Those two take bitchy to terrifying levels.
Brittany runs off, and undoubtedly gets lost, because she's not back by the time the sky throws the towel in and it starts to rain. There is a reassuring lack of funky lightning and deadly hale though, so Puck doesn't rush inside the center like his life depends on it this time around.
He still hurries though. He's not looking forward to feeling all damp and clammy by the time they get inside.
Kurt tucks himself into a corner, arms wrapped around himself tightly enough that Puck wonders if he's trying to imitate the fashion of 'I-love-me' jackets. He's super into that Gaga chick, it seems like the kind of thing she'd do. Santana doing the same is a surprise though. She's almost twitchy, and she hadn't linked pinkies with Britt once. Something she almost always did.
The midget just looks as lost as Puck feels. Something is off. They clearly weren't done being weird despite surviving the killer weather from yesterday. Maybe coming so close to death loosened some screws in their heads.
He's just opened his mouth to ask if that's the case when Brittany burst in.
She's soaked, the rain had turned heavy at some point, but what really catches his attention is the wild look in her eyes. Brittany looks terrified.
"We have to go." She says quickly, closing the door."He was right behind me. We have to go."
"What are you talking about?" Kurt demands, irritably.
"The councilor." The midget hisses, horrified, "He's going to kill us all."
"What he said," Brittany snaps, completely out of character, rushing to Santana's side and griping the sleeve of her orange jumpsuit."We have to go now."
"What the hell?" Puck asks the world at large. Everyone is clearly insane.
"I can hear her thoughts!" The midget bursts out, proving his point,"She's telling the truth."
"And since when are you psychic?" Santana spits, heavily sarcastic.
"Since yesterday." The midget bites back, with surprising sass.
That's when a pole shatters the glass door and impaled the midget through the skull.
Kurt shrieks like a little girl, and Puck is right there with him. Brittany, the only one not frozen in horror picks up a lounge couch somehow, single-handedly, and hurls it in the direction of the guys dead body. Puck had never even caught his name.
Kurt starts running towards the hallway and Puck instinctively follows, only vaguely aware that they are following Brittany and Santana. Then, he doesn't know what happens but suddenly the girls are making out, and Puck doesn't even have words for how this is so not the time. But suddenly they're sliding on something red and slippery, knocking into some lockers. Banging them open and the kid that didn't sing with them yesterday falls out, clearly less alive than the last time any of them saw him.
Puck freaks out, scrambling back, and only Brittany catching his ankle and yanking him towards her saves him from getting the same bloody metal pole that killed the midget through his own skull.
The relief doesn't even have time to set in as he watches, horrified, as the pole is stabbed towards Santana and Brittany hurls herself between them. It plunges into her chest.
Puck has a moment of vertigo and next thing he knows he's staring at Brittany bursting into the room they had all just been in.
"We have to go." She says quickly, closing the door."He was right behind me. We have to go."
"We have to go!" Puck exclaims, grabbing Kurt and hauling him towards the other door. He doesn't know what just happened, but true to last time, Brittany heads for Santana, and the midget does whatever mind reading thing he might actually be doing and follows.
Kurt and Santana protest the treatment but Puck ignores them. They have to go, they have to survive. He can't watch any of them die again.
It's a thought that haunts him all summer long.