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"Shit. Shit. Shit-fucking-shit-shit." Puck yelled. "Fuck!" He turned when he heard some foot steps behind him. Turning quickly, he aimed his gun to where the noise came from.
"Don't be an idiot." Kurt's voice sounded as he stepped out of the shadows.
Puck swallowed, "Kurt Hummel." He was glad to see him. He'd never expected to see Schue's cleaner again but he wasn't about to turn his help away.
Kurt gave a half smile, "Looks like you're in some trouble again, Noah."
"You could say that." Puck shrugged.
Raising an eyebrow, Kurt looked around, "Noah, you are stuck in a warehouse while three men with guns are trying to kill you."