"It's really gay."

-Kurt

In a very melodramatic way, Kurt was asked, how did he obtain these injuries? Are there any problems at home? Anything he'd like to talk about? Mr. Hummel, could you please leave the room?

It was all very dramatic.

Once again, Puck and Finn found themselves sipping slushy's against Puck's car.

Puck held his to his swollen knuckles, and Finn to his reddening chin.

"What a jackass," Puck commented, flexing his fist. "You see his face? Like, oh shit, this is what it feels like. Jackass."

Finn nodded, "Yeah."

"I mean," Puck continued, "after the way he handed Hummel a new one, what'd he expect? You don't fuck with the Puckmeister." He took a long gulp of slushie. "Only I'm aloud to fuck with the fags."

"Dude," Finn hissed. "Shut the fuck up."

Puck raised his hands, "What?"

"Just 'cause you mess a guy up doesn't give you the right to throw that word around."

Here's the thing about Finn; he was, really, a quiet kid. Not too dumb, but not an Einstein either. You'd never really hear him speak up about anything unless it was too loud to mutter. So the way he raised his voice, it freaked Puck out.

"Didn't you get kicked outta Hummel's fucking house for throwing it around?" Puck retorted, throwing his empty big gulp to the concrete.

Finn tensed, threw his own empty cup half heartedly towards a garbage can (missed), turned around. "That has nothing to do with this."

"Bullshit!" Puck barked. "Your really are a hypocrite sometimes, you know that?"

"How am I a hypocrite? You're the one who just kicked Azimo's ass for doing what you always did-"

"I was never as bad as goddamn Azimo," Puck said, "I never kicked a kid's ass just cause he was a fag. I kicked his ass cause he looked at me wrong, and I didn't care if they were gay 'r straight or rainbow or whatever-I just fuck with people. It's what I do. At least I admit it."

Finn stepped away from the car and looked Puck in the eye. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Puck stood straight. "What I mean is you're always on your fucking high horse about shit like this just 'cause you held the kid's stupid sweater while we threw him in the dumpster, but did you fucking help him out of the dumpster? No, you just hung it on the fence for him to pick up himself. Your no better then me."

Puck started to walk towards the driver side of his car, opening the door just slightly until Finn's hand came down, slamming it shut. "At least I'm not running around calling everybody fags or queers or losers or-anything. I just-"

"You just what? You called his shit faggy. You called all this shit he put in his room faggy and, you know what? Maybe it was fucking faggy. But it's the same fucking thing, Hudson," Puck said, never moving from the car. "You say it, I say it, neither of us mean it but everyone always makes it into something and it only means something if you make it something, right? But you and me both make it something all the fucking time, so don't start telling me it's not the same goddamn thing, Finn. We're both bastards, but thank your lucky stars we're not fucking bastards."

Hummel?

Finn? Everything okay?

Yeah, I was just wonderin' how Kurt was doing-

-how you know about Kurt?

Uh, me and Puck kinda found him and we drove him home-

You drove him home?

Uh, yeah.

What the hell were you thinking?

….sorry?

He has a busted head and cracked ribs for chrissakes and you drove him home?

He asked us too-

I don't care what he asked you! Did you even look at him? Did you see his face? I thought you were smarter then that, Finn.

I…I didn't wanna, you know, rattle him up…more, you know?

Finn-hang up.

What?

Just hang up, Finn. Kurt'll be back in school by next week.

But-

Mr. Hummel?

Mr. Hummel?

A/N Um, hate this chapter. This was my sad attempt at being all deep and shit. Next one will be all Kurt.