A/N - Well after all the reviews I felt bad that i left it at the Cliff hanger I did so I worked as fast as i could to get this one ready. I hope you like it.

Chapter - Tears

"Puck it is you" cried Kurt. Then gave a small gasp when Puck pulled him into a rough hug. Stepping back a bit Puck took the chance to really look at Kurt.

Kurt was always thin and delicate looking, now he just seemed so frail. His clothes that were always tight and pristine hung on him and looked worn out. Puck had never before seen him in something that didn't look brand new. Looking into Kurt's eyes however Puck saw something that unsettled him even more. Behind the surprise at seeing him, his eye's were dull and haunted. Were pain has become a constant companion and while it still hurts, your used to it. Seems this last month or so has been trying on him.

"Kurt, what are you doing here?"

"Oh i just got off work from that gas station and was walking home. What are you doing here Puck?"

"I've been looking for a job." Before Puck could say more he got hit with another hunger pain and hissed as he bent over willing the pain to subside. Kurt was at his side in a flash grabbing his shoulder and asking what was wrong. After a minute the pain lessened and Puck was able to stand up again. Giving Kurt a weak smile he shelved what was left of his pride and said "I ran out of money yesterday and haven't eaten anything that morning so i keep getting these strong hunger pains."

Kurts eye's shown with sympathy and . . . understanding? "Guess its been worse for him then i thought it was."

"Come on Puck. You can come over to my place for something to eat. . ." Kurt made a face ". . . and a shower."

Walking up the stairs in a run down building not far from the gas station, Puck followed Kurt to the top floor and then the last door on the right. Fishing his keys out of his pocket he looked at Puck and said in an embarrassed voice "its pretty small but its all i could afford." then opened the door. He held the door open gesturing for puck to step inside.

Kurt wasn't lying when he said it was small. It was basically a living room with a bathroom and kitchen attached. The only furniture he had was a small table, a dresser and a mattress lying in a corner. Only the mattress didn't look like it had seen better days. It was clean though. Almost so clean you would have thought it was a new building they were in and it smelled nice. Taking a closer look he saw candles on the dresser and small table. A Ipod deck was sitting on the small table as well as a few lotions and products.

"your right it is pretty small. But i like the sparten look. Who needs clutter?" Puck said with a smile when he turned around to face kurt who was shutting the door. Kurt blushed at that and walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later Kurt returned with a sandwich and a glass fo water. "here you go puck. Eat it slowly or you will make your self sick. Im going to check to see if i have a towel you can use." Then left leaving Puck to eat in silnce for a few minutes. When Kurt returned Puck had just finished eating and drinking the water. "There's a black towel you can use." Kurt said as he took the empty glass from Puck and walked back into the kitchen. "Thanks Kurt." Puck said as he walked into the bathroom.

After letting the shower warm up Puck stripped down and stepped into the hot water. After going without a shower for week it felt like the most sensual thing he had ever felt. After soaping up and rinsing off he just leaned his head against the tiles and just let the hot water pound on his back. After a minute there was a knock on the door and a hesitant "Puck?" Slipping out of the blissful non-thinking state of mind Puck called back "Yeah?"

"I found some sweats for you. They were pretty big on me so they might fit you even though they might be tight." with that the door cracked open and Puck saw him slip his hand inside and leave the sweats on the door knob before closing it again. Turning the shower off Puck dried with the black towel, the other one, Puck noted with amusement, was pink. After drying he turned to the sweats on the door. Deep purple with sliver stars at the end of each pant leg. Chuckling at that he tried them on. They were a bit tight but not so bad he couldn't deal with it. Wearing just the sweats since he didn't want to put the dirty cloths back on after the shower Puck walked out of the bathroom to find find Kurt laying face down flipping though a magazine. Kurt looked up when he heard him approach and blushed when he caught sight of his exposed upper body.

"Purple looks good on you Puck." Puck just snorted at that comment and sat down on the mattress with kurt, leaning his back against the wall. Puck didn't want to pry into lives. In fact he made it a point not too to avoid the drama. But being here with Kurt and seeing the state he was in, Puck just had to ask,

"Kurt? What happened to you? No one has seen you in over a month and no one could get ahold of you." Kurt paled and looked away saying nothing. "please tell me what happened Kurt. No one knew where you were and now i find you here, in this run down part of town looking like shit."

Kurt flinched at that last comment and said in a broken whisper "I came out to my dad. He didn't't take it well." After Kurt got though telling him about his dad leaving after he told him he was gay Puck placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder hoping to comfort him while the story played out. He listened Kurt told him about the talk after school and shuddered at what his dad had called him. The pain in his voice didn't't lessen as he talked about driving till he couldn't hold back the tears, much like Puck had done. Him getting a fake ID and getting the job at the gas station, living check to check and working whatever hours he could get just to pay rent and get food.

Once the story was done Kurt was crying so Puck wrapped his arms around the small boy and pulled him close. After a few minutes Kurt calmed down so Puck lossened his hold so he could turn around and look at Puck. Sniffling a little Kurt said in a shacky voice "So now you know why I haven't been to school. Without my dad and a place to live I bolted. Its not like anyone would really miss me after all. . . well besides Cedes. But there's nothing she could really do and i didn't want to worry her more then she already was.

Remembering the song she had sang at the last Glee club practice Puck sighed in his mind. "you didn't want to worry her anymore? Damn Kurt and i thought you were smart. She is close to breaking down from all the worrying she has been doing over you. Last week, in Glee, she sang a song about how much she has been missing you. Had everyone feeling ashamed at how much they didn't care and Britt even broke down and started crying."

Kurt looked down at this but not before Puck spotted the tears building up again. He grabbed Kurts chin and forced his head up s he could look in his eyes while he told him "Now i wont lie to you. Not many people even noticed that you had gone or missed you. But those that did? Its eating them up inside that your gone." A few tears escaped Kurts eyes but he didnt break down again. Instead he just looked thoughtful, sad yes, but still thoughtful.

"Puck? were you one of the ones that missed me or didn't even notice?"

Puck shallowed at that question but choose to be honest with Kurt. He deserved that. "Kurt i was somewhere in between both i guess. You remember Quinn being pregnant? Well Finn isn't the father. I am. . ." And with that Puck went though the story of how he ended up out here starving and penniless. from what his mom told him of how he had made one to many mistakes and she washing her hands of him to how everyone he thought of as friends turned their backs on him. How he barely had enough gas to get here before he brook down and cried to sleep in his truck. Looking for work and only finding one place that might hire him and sleeping every night in his truck feeling alone and worthless.

Looking into Pucks eye's Kurt saw a pain shine though that he felt himself. Family and friends turning away from them. No support and running away from places filled with anguish. Trying to scrape out some kind of life from the hurt and agony. Not knowing where to go or who they could turn to. reaching out and taking a chance Kurt pulled puck into an embrace letting him cry softly yet powerfully on his shoulder. After Puck reached around and tighten his own hold on Kurt, Kurt slowly and gently laid them back till they were lying down. Both lost in worlds where the relived each hurt and pain that had been inflicted on them. Crying with each other they slowly subsided into sleep.