Kurt woke up groggy and confused.

Murmuring in harsh not-so quiet whispering was going on all around him.

As Kurt shifted himself so set up he noticed something. He was clean. No crusted blood, none. He felt relieved. And when he brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, he noticed the candy bar in his hand. He examined the bar, confused and delightfully surprised.

Someone noticed he was awake. Finn obliviously wanted to touch, to comfort Kurt, but he remembered what happened last time, "Are you ok man?"

After Finn said that, the whole room went silent.

Kurt could start to indentify on all the worried face's staring at him, "Where's Puck?"

Everyone glanced at each other, unable to say a thing.

And that scared Kurt, "Puck?"

Without him Kurt started to get claustrophobic with his bed surrounded. He started to panic, "Puck!" Kurt scrambled to seat himself straight up; he squeezed the chocolate bar for dear life "PUCKKK!!" Kurt chanted his name over and over and over, untill the nurses came running.

More morphine in their hands.

*

Puck sat in the same chair he did so many years age. Seating in the cold metal chair, behind a cold metal table, with cold metal handcuffs chaining him to the seat.

He was answering the same question, in the same voice. The dead voice, spoken in a dead expression.

In the dead voice Puck told them every detail, without feeling it. He only spoke in the dead voice, with his shoulder slumped. His hands fiddling with the handcuff.

Just like he did back then. The only difference from then to now, was his hair was shaved. He was older, he was bigger. Yet just as fragile.

After the questions were asked, Puck was escorted to his holding cell. And when it's heavy metal doors slammed and rattled shut, Puck flinched. And he gagged.

Puck spent the night with head in the toilet. And his mind in an even dirtier place.

*

Burt was on the plane as it flew over Las Vegas, and he couldn't enjoy the lights. He, Mrs. Puckermen and her daughter said nothing as they sat beside each other. And no one slept, they just sat there.

Silent.

*

Kurt felt like there was cotton lining his mouth as he began to peek back into consciousness. He felt weight pressing down on his side and stomach. Kurt didn't like it. Yet he was too out of it to form sounds, or move. He could only panic.

His dad was just leaning on him. Trying to get some needed shut eye.

Slowly Kurt was able to wiggle, to whimper, to murmur. But the weight was still there. IT WAS STILL THERE.

Kurt's face scrunched up, and he tried to cry as he wiggled hard, bucking. The weight lifted, but Kurt's fear didn't. His sheer, raw, self-perversions made Kurt swing his arms aimlessly. Striking his father right the in jaw, with his busted arm.

" Sonovabitch!" Burt grunted as he cupped his face, rocking in his seat. He swore as he felt his teeth shake.

Kurt head was spinning and his broken arm was throbbing after punching his dad. "Shit I'm sorry." But his voice was airy and cracking. Kurt could feel the cry choke itself out. Kurt tried to calm himself. But once he got a look of his Father's face.

His pained face.

It caused Kurt to snap in some way. He began to hyperventilate.

Burt stepped in, trying to push past the mild pain that pulsed throughout his face, "Kurt, son it's ok. You don't have that good of an arm." Burt lied through his ratting teeth. He looked at his boy, right in his eyes and Burt's heart clenched in his chest.

Kurt tried to breathe through his panic, his throbbing arm. But he couldn't he just couldn't, "Where's Puck?"

"Puck's been asserted for assault and battery." Burt had his eyebrow high, he was still very caution about his son.

Kurt shook his head, his doped up, and very tired mind was unable to process that bit of info, "What?" Kurt blinked, and then became suddenly very mad, "He was saving me!"

Burt leaned further out of his seat, he put a hand on his son's thigh, he felt Kurt flinch, and he felt him tense. And that killed Burt, he tried to keep that out of his voice, and he failed, "I know." Burt licked his lips, "God Kurt, are you ok?"

Burt knew that was a stupid question, when Kurt didn't reply. Yet he couldn't let his go, Kurt had been hurt. Burt hadn't been there, and he couldn't have stopped it. Oh, how Burt wished he could have stop it.

It was pure self torture yet he couldn't help but ask, "Kurt, what happened?"

Kurt could only breathe, "Nothing"

Burt slammed his hand into his chair; he was roaring "LIKE HELL IT WAS NOTHING!" Burt's voice crack at the end. Burt rolled his tongue over his teeth in attempt to regain some of his masculinity. His voice was still grieving, "Kurt, I have to know."

The teen could feel the mild pain die out as it pulsed up his broken bone. Kurt wished he could focus on the pain instead of answering that question.

But Burt was giving him the same look, just waiting for a responds.

"He didn't listen when I said stop. That's all." Kurt had just summed up the events....and like a true man he was burying his emotions.

"What happened to Puck? What's going to happen to him?" Kurt changed the topic, praying his dad will pay along.

Burt sighed and did just that, his heart breaking as he did so. He told Kurt about Puck asserted, but didn't know about details, because he wasn't here.

"Dad you have to bail him out, He SAVED ME.!" Kurt was lost for a reason why this hadn't happened yet. Why was Puck still in jail?

" Kurt, We don't have that kind of money-" Burt started but Kurt cut him off.

"Use the money Mom left me." Kurt's eyebrows shot up.

Burt was taken aback by that. That money was Kurt's getaway money. Burt knew that, even if they never talked about It., "Are you sure? It's probably be 20 grand. "

Kurt tried to load every word with feeling, pressing just how urgent this was, "Get. Him. Out."

*

Burt walked into the police precinct that was holding Puck, and as he entered the building he saw the Puckermen girl sitting in the waiting area. Burt felt is heart break for her as she swung her leg. They couldn't even touch the tiled floor.

He walked over to her and took the seat next to her, he wanted to say something. But he didn't.

Puck's Mom walked through some doors and saw Burt sitting beside her daughter. She tightened her button up sweater, sniffed and crossed her arms, "Hello Mr. Hummel."

Burt gave her a sad smile, "It's Burt."

She returned the smile with no feeling, "Brenda."

Burt nodded and sighed, "Kurt wants me to help bail out your son. It's the least we can after what he's done for Kurt. What he's done for me." Mr. Hummel's voice wavered. "I don't know what I would do if I lost Kurt." Burt licked his lips was about to start again before Brenda spoke.

"There is no bail."

The mechanic squinted his eyes, "None?"

Brenda sniffed and rubbed at her red eyes, "The hearing is tomorrow-"

"Tomorrow? But that's so fast!"Burt stood up. He reached out a put a hand on the mother's elbow.

She flinched, much like Kurt. She didn't seem to notice her reaction, like she had grown accustom to it. But Burt noticed, and he dropped his hand.

Then Brenda explained, "The man Puck attacked, is the Governor of Nevada's son. He is pushing the case through." Brenda tightened her arms around her waist, "But thanks. Now excuse me I have to buy my son a suit. "

Brenda turned to her girl, "Come on Sarah it's time to go." Sasha took her hand and walked out the building.

Burt was left there. Unsure if there was anything he could do.

*

Puck returned to his cell, angry and on the verge of manly tears. He paced his cell fighting them off.

His mom didn't even look him in the eye as she told him the bad news. Hell she hadn't looked him in the eyes for years.

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Hey guys, ummm. Does anyone have awesome music that they think I should write to. I like all kinds of music... I`m kind of hitting writers block again and I need some help.

I got a lot of reviews for the last chapter. Yeah... Puck killed his dad.... yeah.