HERE YOU GO MY PRETTY'S.

Puck pressed his lips tight, making them into a thin white line.

"Was that the first time your father raped your sister? How old was your sister?" Thomas rested his elbow on the stand, and stared at the teen. Hypnotizing and taunting.

Puck was burning under his cloths, every pair of eyes were on him, demanding the answers so their sick need to know would be satisfied, " It was the first time, and she was five. I was 11."

"So your mother and your sister were sexually assaulted by your father. Did you father ever touch you-"

"No, I'm the boy." Puck instantly had the answer to that.

Thomas nodded, "So you came home late... why were you late?"

Puck tried to stop his eyes from finding his best friend's figure. But they did and Finn was tense as hell, his forehead full of wrinkles, "I was invited to a birthday party."

"Now I know you were 11, but you grew up in a dangerous and hostile environment, you had to know what would happen if you showed up late."

"Dad never hurt Sarah before that. I didn't know!" Puck started to fall apart, his guilt had been pressing down on his chest, was crushing him, " I just wanted to get away from the screaming," That was still echoing in Puck's ears. "The crying. The blood, the shaking." Each word quivered more as they left the teen.

Steck shot up screeching, "Objection, he's badgering the defendant!"

"Overruled, continue Mr. Thomas." Green huffed.

Puck was fighting to keep any mount of control as it slipped past his balled fists.

"I'm being too crude Noah? Should I watch myself?" Thomas taunted in a way that it was only noticeable to Puck. The sand kicked into his eyes. It was a challenge.

A challenge that Puck had to take, even though he knew it was going to kill him.

"No." Puck looked him right in the eye.

"Good because I would hate to be causing emotion damage." Thomas grinned like a tiger chewing on the spine of its prey.

And Puck was that mangled body hanging from the tiger's jaw.

The lawyer adjusted his belt, "So since you can remember, you're mother was a junkie and you're father used her. And it was made an apparent by your outburst that it was a very difficult to grow up in such a household." Thomas looked at the judge, and nodded as if it was a fact and not Puck's life, "Which we can all understand."

"But it took your father raping you five year old sister for you to do anything about it. Hey!" Thomas shot up his hand, surrendering, "I get it, you were eleven. But what was it about walking in on your father violating your sister that sent you over you're edge?"

Puck felt the boil in his chest as he chewed on his cheek before giving his answer, "I don't remember."

Thomas didn't believe him, "Understandable, it was 6 years ago," But he couldn't prove it either. Thomas sighed and turned to Judge Green, "I think the court needs a recess, to take a break from this heavy topic. "

Kurt's mind was a sponge soaking every meaning behind every tone in Puck's answers, every straining muscle in Puck's neck. As it soaked, it bleed, its conpanisaty overflowing.

Kurt's own mind running with the emotions Puck must be feeling. Because he could see Puck in that situation. Kurt has heard and seen Puck crumble and cry.

Unlike his fellow Gleeks' minds. Their minds were dark, deep wells where the information was falling, lost. Like it wasn't really real till it hit the bottom and became fact. Acknowledged by an eerie prang.

The majority of the Gleeks were swallowing their horror, their eyes as wide of saucers, their chest heaving.

And as Judge Green's gavel fell anocancing the short recess, New Direction took its first breath since the video first played. The teenager's didn't know if they should stand, their hands fidgeted at their knees.

Mr. Schue cleared his throat, "I think we all need some fresh air."

The Gleeks sheepishly stood up and trickled their way out, feeling the urge to glance over their shoulders and at ugly truth they have been exposed to.

Burt wheeled Kurt out of the courtroom, and the temporally chaired teen instantly spotted Brenda. He never thought he could hate someone so much. Was it even possible? Kurt's blood went from stone cold to boiling. His teeth ached; he wanted to scream at her, break her down so fucking badly.

Kurt glanced up at his dad, "Wheel me there." He nodded his head in her direction.

Burt started too moved that way but froze. Because he knew his son, "Kurt that's family business. You shouldn't muck in that. "

"Take me over there." Kurt was trying to keep his cool, to save his anger for who really deserved it.

"No-"

But Kurt shot himself out of his wheel chair, pain stabbing him in his lower abdomen; his legs were shaking as he took his long furious slides toward the unsuspecting mother and her child.

"Who do you think you are?!" Kurt stained through his teeth, preventing himself from crying at the burning heat eating his spine. The booming agony that was beating his brain, was feeding his fury.

Brenda had been seating on a bench trying reason with Sarah. Who was having a panic attack.

Sarah had just been able to calm down when Kurt snapped at them. Sarah yelped tears already swelling in her eyes.

Brenda went to stand up, to face the teen when he barked.

"You're son if there, dealing with this all on his own!" Kurt stoppedmoving and his legs buckled.

He grabbed at the wall with his undamaged arm. The tips of his fingers clinging at the stone wall as he cradled his cased arm to his chest. He needed to lean against to keep his trembling legs from giving. He needed to rip this woman apart but he kept his teeth clenched, his jaw locked, his anger flying.

Brenda flinched; she didn't want to hear this. That's why she left, "I don't who you are, but you have no idea what you're talking about." She pulled her open sweater tight across her stomach.

He laughed at her. He couldn't believe her, "I don't need to know! The facts are facts!" He formed the next words with as much force as he could, "You. Are. An. Adult. A Parent!" Kurt waved his broken arm towards the courtroom doors, "He is your kid!"

"It's not that simple!" Brenda cracked.

Kurt could give one more punch ashis hand began slipping, "Make it that simple!"

Kurt expected to feel himself slam into the cold hard floor. But he was caught.

Sarah grabbed at his arm; she struggled to keep him supported against her. She had his arm over her shoulder.

Burt slide the chair under Kurt and Sarah slowly lowered the hissing boy.

It hurt so much Kurt's couldn't see. His whole face was contorted as his bum was seated in the chair. The pain pulsed up his rectum through his organs and out his mouth in staggered cry.

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