Hey, the courtroom will only last a little longer. Sorry. But it does move on. And we get back to Lima.
Puck was dead; he was just a shield at that point. Getting bombarded and crumpling slowly as it is beating.
Every glee member was felt dirty. This information was tainted, given to them on a twisted forced, ugly platter.
Finn felt guilt and he knew he shouldn't, he was just born on the day. But he also knew he couldn't control how he felt.
Rachel could only stare in blind horror, in all her years of studying acting and reading books and books on misery had not prepared for this... intensity.
Mr. Schue was at a lost, teaching school had not taught him this.
Artie's eyes darted around the room in a ridiculous search for the man behind the curtain. Controlling this horrific production of lies.
Thomas basked in his little moment of self satisfaction, with the sadistic slivers of delight zinging into his finger tips. He re-balled his fist turning as he grinned at the young man on trail.
Puck didn't even flinch at his sly monster.
"What happened after? Where did your mother go?" Thomas asked simply.
The polygraph was steady and unaffected.
Puck, the shield of Puck, was just as unaffected as the machine, but he wasn't steady. He wasn't solid. But he could still answer the questions, "Detox, then rehab, Sarah and I went to live with our grandma. "
Thomas seemed bored by this, "But your mother regained guardianship over you and sister..."
"My grandmother past awhile not long after we moved in. Mom was clean, so the state put us back with her." Puck answered.
The lawyer paused and pressed his lips into a thoughtful line, "What was the home life like after? Were you a happy family?"
The scratching picked up its pace, but as Puck sighed it relaxed. Because hell it wasn't as nearly as bad his rapist father. "Mom was clingy, overbearing. She would apologize over and over again. She didn't even like us sleeping in separate beds-"
"You all shared a bed?" Thomas had a look in his eye like he struck oil.
"Yeah." Puck shifted the weight from one but cheek to the other, " But after a few years, when I was 14 , Mom put a stop to it. And she distanced herself."
Thomas smirked lightly, "Do you know when she distanced herself?"
"No." The polygraph said other ways. It scratched like mad at its moving paper. Puck glared and huffed, "Because I was growing up, getting to old-"
"Looking like your Father." Thomas finished the teen's sentence.
The polygraph went wild, then stopped as Puck's jaw set, his nerves gave out and he surrendered the truth. As he gave the facts, "Yeah, I guess that was part of it. Mom just didn't like being around me, I reminded her of Dad too much. And yeah it sucked being pushed away, but I dealt with it." And Puck honestly felt that.
"By sleeping with older women, women your mother's age?"
This was a heavy arterially shell right into the Puck shield.
"Objection!" Steck demanded. But the whole courtroom ignored him.
"What." Puck said in a low voice. It wasn't even a question, because he could see it work out in his mind.
"We have been doing our research.- Apparently you have a thing for older, married women. You moved from one Mom's bed to the other. Did you miss mama's love, look for it in other places?"
The polygraph was moving steady, maybe even slower than normal.
Thomas continued his voiced becoming more pointed, "I bet you like it rough too." The Lawyer smiled at Puck then at the Judge and then back at Puck. He took a light step towards Puck. Thomas moved his hand, crawling it through Puck's Mohawk, "And I also bet, in your demented little mind...Love and rape, are the same thing."
It didn't feel true but Puck could give no argument.
"You grew up with nothing but violent, forced, taken sex. And to this day your mother still loves him. Doesn't she?"
"No." Puck strained through his clenched teeth. But the polygraph snicked on him, whipping over the trace paper.
"Your mother couldn't give you love, she wasn't able to, and that sent you straight into the Mrs. Robinsons of your neighbourhood!" Thomas stated, knocking at the wooden stand casually. He turned to the audience, making it so they could hear him. "Now six years later, you find yourself in the same position."
"A scream caught your attention. Did it sound the same, hmmm, did it have the same ring to it?" Thomas asked with his backed turned.
"Yes."
Thomas sneered, "And seeing Kurt pinned to the bed, sent you over the edge, and you got jealous."
Everyone's skin was pricking in a horrified chill.
"You wanted Kurt, just like you wanted your mother, and you saw Nick as your Father. You're competition"
"What, No!" The Puck shield was crumple; it's once powerful walls in ruins. The mohawked boy tugged at the wires attached to his arm, "This whole fucking thing is rigged!" His voice was cracking like his foundation. He was falling through his self made floor.
Green rapped his gavel into his high desk, calling, demanding order.
A five minute recess was given, and all hearts were heavy. The walking Gleeks paced the hallway not saying a word to each other. Artie parked himself right beside Kurt. Glancing at the abnormally still teenager. Kurt was still, the scary still that only he can do. His eyes were glassy and shinnying, promising tears.
Steck walked out and spotted the group.
Mr. Schue approached him, "What going on, I didn't go to law school, but I don't think-"
Steck sighed heavy and hung his head, "I know, it is despicable how this court is being run- but there is nothing I can do."
The Spanish teacher went to open his mouth but the lawyer interrupted him, "But I was able to convince the judge give us the night off, we are going to regroup tomorrow at noon."
It seemed so far way.ΒΈ
He didn't know exactly when it happened, but Puck was pieced back together, holding together by the force of an unknown will.
But he was there barely.
Steck was working, his hair standing on end after being mauled by his frustration. He ranked his fingers through the roots once again and groaned, slapping the case papers onto his deck. Sharp arrogant knuckles came from his door.
Thomas popped in his head, "Hard day?"
"What do you want?" Steck spat at the sad excuse of a human being.
The sleazy held up his hands, "Whoa, I'm here to help." He smirked as he walked into the office like it was his.
Steck reclined into wheelie chair, "Help?"
"Our boy, Noah," Thomas toyed with a letter opener, "Make him plea insanity. He won't go to the penitentiary, but he will need to be admitted to an institution."
Puck's representativeglanced at the paper on his desk, the doomed case. But he didn't say anything.
Thomas put down the letter open with a clack, "Think about it."
Puck had the football secure, tucking under his arm. The bleachers were empty and no one was on the field. No one but Kurt.
And suddenly Puck didn't have the ball, he was just tackling Kurt. Throwing all of his weight at the boy. They fell slower than they should have. The clash of their football padding was prolonged. Fucking padding was in Puck's way.
Because as soon as Puck's hand violent grabbed at Kurt's slender yet firm bicep. He wanted him, naked and writhing under his body. Puck wanted Kurt.
Kurt yelped as his back hit the glass but his just grinned behind the helmet.
The fucking helmet was in Puck's way.
Puck was on top of Kurt. Kurt was welcoming him, his thighs squeezing around the other boy's hips. Dragging their groins just that much closer together.
Puck couldn't help but growl as his thick shoulder pads slide over Kurt's. There was too much fucking padding.
But the helmet had to go.
It was rough and clumsy to knock off the headgear but Kurt was just smiling at him a playful gleam in his clear blue eyes. And Puck didn't waste any time to crash his mouth over the boys. Both of them moaned, their lips moving urgently, hungrily.
But is wasn't enough.
The toes of Puck's football cleats dug into the soft topsoil, giving what Puck needed to use it as an archer to fuck into Kurt's lap. Their hot aching cock grating over each other. Both of them groaned, a dragged out desperate groan. Kurt even thrust into the fucking.
Puck torn Kurt's jersey out of the spandex pants. His hand mapping the delectable curve of the other man's back. His skin was so warm, so soft. Puck's hand slide higher in a hurry, his hand banging into the shoulder pad. He broke the kiss growling, giving a mighty buck into the boy's lap.
Causing Kurt's body to launched forward, causing grass stains. Making the smaller male to yelp, his eyes wide with shock, but Kurt soon grinned, and his eyes twinkling with excitement.
Puck leaned back, his hand disappearing out from under the jersey and went to the draw strings of the football pants. Puck needed Kurt.
The larger teen wasn't breathing evenly, and his working hands were having difficulty. And as he struggled to get those pants off the first word was muttered out of an overwhelmed mouth.
"Wait." Kurt said quietly, breathing out to his lover.
Puck growled, applying more pressure to their groins, expressing there was no time to wait. Each were hard as lead.
Puck was going to have Kurt.
Kurt's hand tried to push away Puck`s, "Puck-stop." He spoke a little louder this time.
Puck smirked as he got the knot undone, and he tugged the pants down Kurt's thrashing, fighting legs.
Kurt could only scream, "Noah NO."
Gasping awake, Puck sucked down lung full, after lung full of air, burying Noah under them. His heart was pounding in his skull, his muscle's were vibrating under the skin, desperate to flee. Puck's teeth clattered in his clamped jaw. Images of confusing and disgusting feeling coursed throughout the teen's system.
Puck had pissed the bed.
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