Extra Credit Lessons Chapter 8, a glee fanfic

I FIGURED OUT THE ENDING! Finally. Okay now that I know who Kurt will end up with in the end (if he ends up with anyone), I can get this story going somewhere. Sorry it's been so long. I'm taking a ton of AP classes so there was a ton of homework this week. I'll try to get better at updating more frequently. I think someone said that I didn't make Finn or Puck question their sexuality enough but I figured, every single freaking fic does that so just pretend it's there. I didn't see the need to write something that everyone under the sun had written. Puck's POV. Reviews are love.

That asshole. Kurt isn't good for him. Who does he think he is to tell me that I should stay away from Kurt when all he's ever done is hurt Kurt over and over. He broke Kurt's heart. I will never do what Finn did. Now that I've been with Kurt, I can't even look at anyone else the way I used to.

As a matter of fact, I couldn't see at all. Finn had done a number on my face. I was half carried, half dragged to the nurse's office. Mercedes told her that I tripped on my shoelaces (Rachel had untied them before we got within eyesight of the office) and fell down the stairs. As she called my mom to get permission to release me, Kurt walked into the office, tears silently falling from his eyes. He threw his shoulders back and gave the nurse an icy glance. He took a deep breath and pursed his lips before speaking.

"Tell Noah's mom that I will bring him home. He can't drive like this and she needs to work." The nurse just glanced at him and sighed.

"Just think about coming back to school, honey." With that, I was released to Kurt's loving arms. Mercedes and Rachel helped him bring me out to his car. Pain radiated from my entire body. Finn has never hit me that hard before, not even after we got in a fight when he found out I was the one that knocked up Quinn. The girls put me in the passenger seat of Kurt's car. The tears had stopped falling. Mercedes hugged Kurt tightly and whispered something into his ear. He smiled slightly and Rachel rubbed his arm lightly. Before he shut my door, he did a once over on my bruised and bleeding body and sighed.

"That bad?" I tried to smile a bit to make him feel better but it just hurt way too much. He bit his lower lip and shut the door without answering me. He walked around the front of the car and slid into his seat. He didn't say anything as he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Ten gruelingly silent minutes passed and he pulled into my driveway. Kurt leaned his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes.

"I have no idea how I'm going to get you into the house. I'm not nearly strong enough. I'm going to need you to walk a bit. Can you put weight on your legs?"

"I don't know. I'll be fine, babe." He didn't answer, just continued to sit there with his eyes closed. After what seemed like hours, he opened his eyes, a detached coldness to them that I've never seen before. He opened his door mechanically and came around to my side of the car. When he opened my door, his facade faltered slightly. In under half a second, he had composed himself again. I needed to ask him how he did that. That took some serious talent. He'll be an amazing actor one day. When he slid his arm around my back, I gasped. I wasn't in pain, just surprised. He stopped for a second to let my breath come back.

"Breath in." I did as asked. "Breath out." With that, he picked me up out of the car and set me down lightly on my feet. He draped my arm over his shoulder and tightened his grip on my waist. We slowly made our way to the door. I attempted to reach into my pocket for my key, but my eyes were so blurry that I couldn't even find the damn pocket. Kurt giggled quietly and swatted my hand away. He reached into it himself, blushing furiously as he did so, and retrieved my key. He threw it down on the kitchen counter and brought me into my room. He brought me over to my bed and, as I attempted to sit, he pushed me back gently so that I was laying down. I shivered slightly when he let go of my waist so that he could go get ice for my face. The lack of his warmth next to me was disconcerting.

I heard him come back before I saw him. He was humming softly as he crawled into my bed.

"What are you humming? It's pretty." He smiled softly at me as he assessed the damage to my face.

"'Sleepwalker' by Adam Lambert. It is pretty." I gasped as the ice touched my skin. "This needs to stay on for about twenty minutes, then we can take it off. Do you need anything else?"

"Just you." His kiss was as soft as a feather as his lips just barely grazed my cheek. He curled into my chest and began humming again. "Sing to me?" He chuckled, but did as asked.

I saw a picture of you
Hanging in an empty hallway
I heard a voice that I knew
And I couldn't walk away
It took me back to the end
Of everything
I taste it all I taste it all
The tears again

While he sang, he traced patterns on my chest with his finger and stared off into space.

Outside the rain's fallin' down
There's not a drop that hits me
Scream at the sky but no sound
Is leavin' my lips
It's like I can't even feel
After the way you touched me
I'm not asleep but I'm not awake
After the way you loved me

He rolled over onto his stomach next to me. Still though, he wouldn't look at my face.

I can't turn this around
I keep running into walls that I can't break down
I said I just wander around
With my eyes wide shut because of you

He looked up at me. As his eyes met mine, my entire body warmed instantly. It was as if there was no more pain. All that mattered was that he stayed with me.

I'm a sleepwalker walker walker
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

Let me out of this dream

Everywhere that I go
I see another memory

His finger stopped moving across my chest and he laid his hand flat on my stomach for a second before moving so that his hand was on the bed on the other side of me.

And all the places we used to know
They're always there to haunt me
I walk around and I feel so lost and lonely
You're everything that I want
But you don't want me

He put all of his weight on his hand and moved up so that his face was closer to mine. I wanted to fuck him so bad. Scratch that. I wanted to make love to him. I needed to show him how badly I wanted him, even if my face was a disaster.

I can't turn this around
I keep running into walls that I can't break down
I said I just wander around
With my eyes wide shut because of you
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker
I'm a sleepwalker walker walker

Let me out of this dream, dream
Let me out of this dream

He leaned forward until his lips were barely touching mine and whispered the next line.

Let me out of this dream

He kissed me lightly as the front door opened.

"Noah?! Where are you, honey?" Kurt smiled softly at me. He leaned up to whisper in my ear.

"Get better, Noah. I need you." He hopped off the bed and I could hear him talking to my mom in the kitchen. "He's in bed with ice on his face. It isn't that bad but the bruises will hurt for a while. Call me if you need anything at all. Noah has my number."

"Thank you so much, Kurt." I didn't hear him reply, just the front door open and close and a car start up. My mom came into my room and choked on her tears. "Oh Noah."

"I'm okay, Mom. Kurt took really good care of me. It doesn't even hurt anymore."

"He's a good kid."

"He's sweet."

"You like him." I couldn't answer. If my face wasn't so purple, I probably would have blushed. "I'm okay with that. He's pretty girly so it would be an easy adjustment."

"He's in love with someone else." Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. Kurt told me he needed me. I needed him too, but how badly I didn't know.

"That's okay, honey. You'll get him. How long has that ice been on? It must have been twenty minutes. Let me take that and you just take a little nap." I nodded. When she removed the ice, the cold hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't realize how numb I had gone.

After she had left, I grabbed a pillow, pulled it close to my chest and fell asleep thinking about Kurt and sleep walking.