A fat man sat behind a grand desk. His face was red, his chins wagged in fury, "I don't care HOW! I don't care WHO you hurt!" He pointed a thick finger at a cowering younger man, "Make this go away!"

The thin younger man, in a cheap suit continued to cowered as the fat man`s spit splattered all over him. He nodded and waited. "Yes Governor."

The room grew into an awkward silence, filled with nothing but the obese man`s wheezing. He looked at the thin man, with a looking asking him what the fuck he was still doing here.

Another long awkward moment passed.

``GOOOO!!!`

*

Puck couldn`t take it anymore!

It just to fucking freaky! Kurt`s hair being in a mess. It being un-kept, nearly matted....

Puck felt kind of guilty to admit that he was glad Kurt's head resembled a bird's nest. It bought him back from a bad place. Nagged him out of it.

So Puck combed his football playing, guitar strumming callused fingers through Kurt`s soft hair. It felt different from a girl`s. It`s smooth strands had a different consentience to them. His short locks had a lift to them, that seemed absolutely spring like.

Puck tried to form it as Kurt liked it. But it was hard to make Kurt look so dignified when cuts crusted over his lips.

The teen snapped Kurt`s bangs into place as he watched the soprano do some many times as he sang.

Puck couldn`t look away from the flaking blood that formed a crude semi-circle along Kurt`s pout. He was shaking his head as he dampened and rinsed the rag. Puck wrapped the hot cloth over two fingers before brushing it over the healing wounds.

*

"I can`t believe he thinks I would hurt him," Mercedes` voice was washed out as she murmured the same thing for the umpteen time. She hadn't been able to think of anything else for the past three hours.

The Glee club had been sitting, completely silent for the past three hours. It was getting eerie.

She slide her elbows down her legs, they came to rest on her knees, as she pressed her palm into her eye sockets.

Mr. Schu with very teacher friendly hands, clasped over Mercedes` shoulders, "He been through something traumatic, we have to be supportive. We all have to try and being understanding."

"I`m best friend, he has no reason to be scared of me!" Mercedes shot up, spinning and faced her teacher with a pained, confused expression.

Tina stepped in her voice defensive, course and cracked, `` He was raped, Mercedes. Of course he goi- going to frea-kk out when people try and touch him.``

" Statistically, 1 in 4 girls get sexually assaulted up the time their 18. `` Rachael cut in. Everyone looked at her, and she looked at everyone, "And reportedly 30% of them couldn`t handle physical contract. Not even from family" Her eyes dart back and forth between her friends. " Kurt may not be female... but"

The rest didn`t have to be said.

"But Puck," Finn said his expression confused.

Rachael jerked her head in his direction, "What you do mean?``

Finn`s huge frame twisted and stared at her, "Kurt can touch Puck. I mean he was clinging on to him pretty tight."

Artie wheeled himself into the conversation, "Well Puck did rescue him, it makes sense that Kurt would find Puck ...comforting.``

The usually silent Matt joined in, " But we been messing with Kurt for years, I can`t count the number of times Mr. Hummel chased us off-"

``HIS DAD!``

" Does anyone have cell coverage out here, any bars?." Quinn pulled out her cell awkwardly because of her baby bump. She was still pulling it out of her back pocket, after everyone else had whipped it out and checked.

``No.``

``N-Nope.``

Mercedes, "I know the number, I`ll try and find a payphone." All the favour was out of her voice, and panic took its place. She sprang down the halls

" I`ll come with you," the unlikely Santana followed behind her. Brittany, Mike, Matt, Tina and Finn did the same.

Rachael, Artie, and Mr. Schu stood there confused about their roll in this dilemma.

Mr Schu raised his eyebrows, `` Should we go see if Kurt`s doing ok, it been nearly three hours. Maybe he's awake. "

It was enough for the two remaining teenagers.

*

Puck was brushing the along the curve on Kurt's sharp cheekbones, with the back of his knuckles. Which had the terry cloth wrapped tightly around them...

Puck could help but smirk as he noticed the tiny teen was drooling. A single bead shined in the horrible hospital lighting. Puck's bare hand came up ad wiped it away with the pad to his thumb. His hand cupping Kurt's jaw.

"You're really tender with him...?" Rachael's unsure voice phased that statement into a question.

Puck jumped out his skin, his shoulders tensed. Puck turned on dime, "Why wouldn`t I be. The guy was just raped?" Puck looked at the three Gleeks like they were outsiders.

"It`s just surprising," Rachael took a step further into the room well the Artie and Mr. Schu stayed behind. "Because you have been bullying Kurt since grade scho-"

``You thought I would make fun of him because of this?" Puck's eyebrows shot up, angry flooded his voice. Puck bit down on his tongue to keep from screaming. He was just too washed out, so angry, so repressed.

"No. It's just this behaviour isn't like you."

Puck snapped, "I'm not a fucking monster!" Puck wasn't so sure of that, he had bullied, tormented not just Kurt, but Rachael, everyone.

In starchy, worn, course voice Puck tried to convince even himself. "I'm not my da-"But then he cut words short. His lips pursed, he only mumbled as he stared down at the white hospital floor" I need some coffee."

Puck shouldered his way through he nearly tipping over Artie. He marched down the halls and he felt their stares on the back of his head. It made him want to pull out his Mohawk. It made him want to run.

But he didn't he just put more force in every step he took. His runners were slapping into the hospital's tiled floors.

Puck didn't even notice the mass of Gleeks as they crowded around a pay phone but they noticed him.

Matt tried to stop him, by grabbing at his arm. He had just tried to stop and help his obviously distressed friend. Only to have Puck viciously rip his arm out of his gasp.

"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!" Puck spat, and spun on his heels. He stared and glared at all the wide and frightens eyes gawking at him. Puck wiped a hand over his mouth before sprinting down the hall.

Mercedes world only return to this nightmarish reality as she heard Burt pickup on the other end of the line.

Read me... if you want.

Okay doky.... Im love you all for still reading. I really do. But I want to ask you a few questions.

1. Do you want me to talk more about Puck's actually thoughts or just have it play out as i have.

2. The Kurt/ puck relationship that I promise is coming. I know how i plan on writing it. But how do you want it?