Okay so here's chapter 2, and I know it's short, but it has the information that I wanted to get out before moving on with the story... Thanks to everyone who's reviewed and favourited and alerted and sorry for the wait, but this chapter, despite its shortness, was being difficult. The rest of it should be easier to write...

Two

Puck wasn't really sure why he kept attending the survivor meetings.

As far as he was concerned he hadn't survived anything, or at least anything significant. But Kurt went, even after he'd told them about what happened to him, and he seemed lighter, even at school. So Puck continued to go, not to ever meeting, but enough, though he refused to admit that he felt a little less lost and alone at the meetings, sitting next to Kurt, their legs pressed together. Alternating giving or receiving comfort from each other.

He glanced up as Kurt returned to their booth. The one they would use at the diner every Friday before going to Columbus. It was hard to believe that they'd been driving up together for almost 2 months now.

'Ready to go?' Kurt asked, pulling on his jacket and Puck nodded, sliding out of the booth.

Up until about three weeks ago, they would meet at the diner for homework, food and talks and then carry on in their own vehicles. However that week, Puck had been in fine form as he ranted about Rachel, and her oversized ego, and Finn and how he perpetually looked like a kicked puppy, and Schue with his desire for a threesome with Finn and Rachel.

Kurt stayed silent for the duration, looking amused and making all the right noises for Puck, and wisely didn't say anything when Puck climbed into the passenger side of his Baby.

Puck's diatribe soon moved from that unholy trio to Finn and Quinn and how Finn was fairly beaming at the fact that Quinn was pregnant, "Because really? How does a chick get pregnant in a hot tub?"

Then everything about what Quinn had done to Puck was rushing out of him, and when he was done, everything was silent before he cursed and began to struggle with his seatbelt, and a worried Kurt was pulling onto the shoulder and before the car was even fully stopped Puck was trying to get out.

Kurt watched more concerned than amused as Puck threw a rather spectacular temper tantrum.

He let the other boy blow off steam for a good five minutes before he found the small cooler and went to find Puck, who had found a bush to vomit behind.

Kurt was gently rubbing Puck's back, offering him the bottle of water. Puck nodded his thanks and rinsed his mouth out.

'Why didn't you report Quinn?' Kurt asked gently.

'Who would believe me? I've slept with half of McKinley's population and their mothers.'

'I would. Why would a guy like you lie about something like that?'

Puck studied Kurt for a moment, 'You're an okay guy.'

'Wait… Does this mean that Fabray's baby is yours?' he asked with wide eyes.

Puck can only nod; his own eyes wide with dawning horror. He would know if Finn had sex with Quinn, because they're bros and the only thing they haven't talked about is what Quinn did to Puck.

And Finn doesn't last long, at all.

Kurt's hand flew to his mouth suddenly.

'Oh my Gaga… She only slept with you to get back at Finn!'

Puck looked a little green, 'How do you figure that?' he asked, taking a mouthful of water.

'Because Quinn's a bitch like that. And because she's, what, three months gone and that makes conception around the time that Finn joined glee and began to notice Rachel.'

Puck could only vomit again.

When Puck was finished vomiting up ever meal he'd ever eaten over the last week or so, they climbed into the truck and headed to Columbus.

'Why do you come to these meetings?' Kurt broke the silence some time later.

'My Nana insisted, and when I came that first time, I didn't feel so alone, or that I wasn't the only one. I didn't have to be Puck, if only for a few hours, I could be Noah.'

'You don't have to be Puck around me.'

'It wasn't really real until now. It was like a bad dream or something,' Puck offered.

Suddenly his eyes widened in panicked horror, 'Oh no, you cannot tell Finn!'

'Why would I tell Finn?' Kurt asked, and Puck didn't know if he was offended or was being defensive.

Puck didn't say anything for a long time and finally, Kurt just nodded, 'I won't tell him.'

They were soon on the road in a comfortable silence.

At least it was silent until Puck turned on the radio and Kurt started to sing along with Rod Stewart.

Still taking song requests and numbers...