Kurt waited outside the house as Carole examined Puck more thoroughly now that he was conscious. All Kurt knew about Puck was his name and that he was rogue, but there was still something about him that made it hard for Kurt to leave him, even though he knew Carole was more than capable of taking care of him. The only person he'd ever felt instantly protective of was Finn, and Finn was his little brother. It felt strange, but it felt right.
"He's awake?" Finn asked as he sat on the front steps next to Kurt.
"Yeah," Kurt replied, glancing behind him at the closed door. He really needed to be inside. "Mom's with him. His name's Puck."
"Did you talk to him?"
"A little bit before Mom came in," Kurt told him. He hadn't gotten any more information from the rogue, mostly he'd been the one talking and filling Puck in on how they'd found him and brought him back to their village. "He didn't really say much. Just his name."
Finn shrugged, making his wings ruffle. Kurt still wasn't used to seeing Finn's wings so prominent on his back. Most Gargoyles went through a phase where they despised their wings, but because of bullying from Gargoyles in another tribe, Finn had been ashamed of his beautiful wings. Kurt had found him one day, crying and pulling at his feathers but thankfully he'd stopped his brother before Finn had worked up the courage to actually pull any out. When their dad had been informed, he'd been so angry that he'd been ready to declare an attack on the other tribe but their mom had managed to calm him down. Instead they'd had a quiet meeting with the head of that clan and the bullying Gargoyles had been punished without anyone else getting hurt. It had taken a while after that, though, for Finn to feel comfortable displaying his wings.
"He's probably scared," Finn said. "I would be."
"So would I," Kurt agreed.
"Kurt, can I get your help for a second?" Carole's voice floated out from the open window.
Kurt leaped to his feet and was through the door before Finn could get to his own feet. "What do you need?" he came to a stop in the bedroom, openly staring at Puck's almost naked body.
The rogue was standing in the middle of the bedroom, clad in only a pair of boxer shorts. Carole must have taken off Puck's shirt to get a better look at all his injuries, and there were a lot of them. Kurt was sure he could see bruises in the shape of shoes all along Puck's side. Every inch of him looked covered in a painful mark.
"Kurt," Carole's voice pulled him away from eyeing Puck's injuries. "Finn," she added when Finn walked into the room. "Finn, can you get Dr Jones then find some clothes for Puck?"
"Sure, Mom," Finn agreed.
"What should I do?" Kurt asked.
"I need you to hold Puck's wings so I can put cream on some of the cuts," Carole replied. "Is that alright?" she asked Puck.
Puck nodded. Normally he could just retract his wings enough to give her access to his back but with his injuries, it was too painful.
Kurt slowly walked across the room so he was standing behind Puck and he reached out to gently lift one of Puck's wings. He drew his hand back immediately, yelping in pain at the same time as Puck collapsed to his knees. Kurt didn't know what was happening but his vision were bright until he had to shut his eyes to shield himself.
"Oh boys," Carole gasped, reaching out to help Puck back to his feet.
"Mom, what was that?"
Carole helped Puck back to his bed before she answered. "I've never seen that happen before, but I've heard of it."
"Mom, you're kind of scaring me," Kurt confessed.
"You're a perfect match."
"But that hasn't happened in centuries," Kurt protested. "And I'm promised to Blaine. We're supposed to meet tomorrow."
"I'm sure," his mom said with tears in her eyes. "You belong together. The Andersons will have to make other plans for Blaine."