This one was inspired by Grilled Cheesus, so there are some spoilers for that one...
I Turn to You – Mel C
Kurt didn't pay any attention in any of his classes that day, or really that entire week come to think of it. Not that anyone really blamed him.
That afternoon, after another awkward lunch where Mercedes, Quinn, Rachel and Finn were trying to impress upon him the importance of prayer he had evaded everyone and gone to hide in the auditorium. The dark back corner where someone apparently died. Fitting really.
He wiped angrily at his eyes, he would not cry because if he did, he didn't think he would ever stop. He needed to be strong for his dad. Because if his dad didn't...
'Kurt?' a deep, husky voice pulled Kurt from his dark thoughts.
'Hey, he'll be okay,' Puck offered a surprised Kurt.
'What you're going to spew some religiousness at me too?' he snapped, a little too harshly. 'Sorry...' he offered lamely, shrinking in on himself.
'Don't apologize, I'd be anxious too, if people kept spewing religion at me, even after I told them to stop,' Puck replied.
Kurt swiped at his eyes again, there must be dust or something around that was aggravating his allergies.
Puck sighed softly, but managed to tug Kurt into his arms and lap, as awkward as it was.
'You're dad's tough, he's a fighter, he'll be okay,' Puck offered softly, wrapping his arms around the trembling body in his arms.
Puck just held Kurt, knowing that he needed this, needed someone to hold him, someone to lean on, because no one else was offering it to Kurt. He knew Kurt was tougher than he looked, but sometimes even the toughest badasses needed someone to lean on.
After several minutes, Kurt pulled away, and fished some Kleenex to wipe his eyes and blow his nose.
'You feel better?'
Kurt immediately wanted to deny it, but he couldn't because he did feel lighter, 'surprisingly yes, it doesn't feel like the world is about to crash down around me.'
Puck wiped Kurt's still damp cheeks with his thumb, 'good, now why don't we ditch the rest of the day, go get ice cream and then regale your dad with stories of Finn's inappropriate premature ejaculation?'
Despite everything, Kurt laughed, 'yeah, sure, but can we skip the Finn stuff?'
'Can we tell him stories of your inappropriate premature ejaculation?'
Kurt gave a horrified gasped, 'I do not!' he blurted as they began to wrestle, Puck laughing at Kurt's indignation.
When my insides are racked with anxiety
You have the touch that will quiet me
You lift my spirit, you melt the ice
When I need inspiration when I need advice