A/N: Here is chapter 3, I'm sorry i couldn't update earlier the site absolutely didn't let me.
Chapter 3:
On Monday there was still no clue about the Hummel situation.
When Puck entered the choir room he immediately noticed that everyone was still pissed at him but he didn't give a damn about them and sat alone in the corner of the room, followed by the glares the gleeks sent him.
"Wow guys, what's going on here," Mr. Schue asked when he entered, "You were all sad at lunch time and now you all look angry," he stated. Puck had no idea what he was talking about.
"That's because at lunch time those who were there actually cared about Kurt," Mercedes said coldly.
"Wait, what? You organized a Kurt meeting and didn't tell me," Puck asked slightly offended.
"And why would we tell you, you don't give a damn about Kurt!" Finn said.
"Just because I don't wanna listen to you and your stupid ideas that will leave Kurt where he is doesn't mean I don't care 'bout what happened to him, okay ?" Puck defended himself. And it was true, he had spent his Sunday unconsciously thinking about ways to find Hummel.
"Hey guys calm down! We need to stay united if we want to find a way to help Kurt," Mr. Schue stated.
"Yeah? And how d'you plan to do that," Puck asked sarcastically.
"Stop being arrogant Puck. I have no time to deal with your childish behavior." Mr. Schue told him.
Puck didn't add anything, just crossed his arms across his chest and resolved to not talk until the end of the class.
The glee club spent the hour singing songs they weren't able to finish because they broke down in tears. It was the most pathetic thing Puck had ever seen in his life. When their teacher decided it was Puck's turn to sing he simply shook his head to show his disapproval. He received death glares from every single person in the room including Brad the pianist and the other musicians.
When the lesson was over Puck left the quickest so he didn't have to see everyone crying. He had already made his way to his truck when a hand grabbed his. He turned around to find Quinn, her eyes still shining from tears.
"Puck wait," she said, the tone was not aggressive.
"What d'you want," he asked.
"Why are you acting like this? I don't understand, I know Kurt and you weren't really friends but when Karofsky went back to school after being suspended, you were the first one to offer to protect Kurt and that's what made him stay. Why aren't you sad about what happened," she asked.
"It's not about being sad or not it's just that I think that everything you're doing is pointless and I don't want to take part in pointless things," Puck explained.
"We all know it's pointless but we need it to get through this, to feel like we're trying to help him."
"I don't need to lie to myself like you do. I know I'm useless and I accept it, maybe you should try to as well, 'cause when you realize he'll never be back it's gonna be ever harder," Puck said returning to his car.
"Kurt is not your dad Puck, he didn't choose to leave. Just because you couldn't bring your dad back doesn't mean we can't do anything for Kurt," Quinn said.
"You don't know anything about my dad Quinn so stop talking like a shrink 'cause you're clearly not good at it." He said irritated. "And I have no idea how singing songs will help him and I'm sure he'd think the same if he were here, so I'm not singing with you, period," he stated.
"Can you at least act like you care? It would help us a lot," she asked.
"I'll see what I can do." He answered.
"I wondered if... I'm going to Kurt's house to give my wishes to his dad, would you come with me? I don't feel comfortable with going there by myself," Quinn said.
"Wow, there's a huge step between acting as if I cared and going talk to his dad. He probably hates me and getting beaten up for pure pleasure is not my top priority."
"Look, if you come with me you'll have a better time in glee club. They'll stop being mad at you. Besides, I'm sure Burt will appreciate the gesture if you came with me and won't beat you up, he didn't do anything to Karofsky after learning he threatened Kurt's life," Quinn said.
"Alright, I'll come with you. I don't have anything else to do anyway," Puck gave up, "But I won't say a word, I'll just be there as a ... witness," he said.
"Alright. We're taking your truck," she decided.
When they got to the Hudmel household, Puck had a hard time parking his car since there were a lot of other cars in the street. The got out and Quinn knocked on the door. Finn opened the door and led them in. The whole glee club was sitting in the living room. Puck felt trapped.
"Why didn't you tell me," he whispered to Quinn.
"You'd never have come if I had told you," she answered, "Guys, Puck offered to come with us." Quinn told everyone. They all gave a weak smile before turning to the sad man sitting in an armchair.
"Mr. Hummel, we just want to tell you how sad we are about what happened to Kurt and that we'll do anything to find him," Mercedes said. The older man nodded. They kept talking for a while and Puck soon got bored at the back.
He turned around to look for the toilet. He noticed a white door that was likely to be the one he was looking for. He backtracked slowly so no one would notice him, opened it, and fell down a bunch of stairs.
"Shit," he cursed when he stood up. He scanned the top of the stairs but no one seemed to have heard him.
He turned to the room and noticed that it was the complete opposite of the rest the house. Everything was white, like very, very white. There was a couch and a TV so Puck assumed it was like the TV room or something like that but he noticed a bed in the corner of the room. There was all sorts of weird furniture all around the room.
"Hummel you're so weird," he stated. He walked around the room and found a little notebook on the nightstand. He grabbed it, sat on the bed and opened it. He expected to see all sorts of sketches of designer clothes with feathers and everything. Yet, there were no drawings, the pages were written in neat writing. Puck took his shoes off and sat comfortably on the bed to read what Hummel had to say.
Puck was interested when he realized that it was not some sort of journal, but instead songs. They were all quite sad but were beautifully written. They were about loneliness and unrequited love, some were about friendship. The one Puck liked the most was about hatred, with some electric guitar and drums it could totally rock. And maybe this song had been written for him, after all the gay kid had always hated him.
When he heard a clearing throat Puck lifted his eyes to find Burt Hummel standing at the bottom of the stairs. That's when the reality of the situation sank to him. He was comfortably sitting on Kurt's bed, his shoes off, reading some probably private stuff.
"Oh uh... I'm sorry Mr. Hummel. I didn't mean to... I was looking for the toilets and I fell here and.."
"And your shoes fell from your feet as well as this notebook in your hands," the impressive man asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Totally! Uh, no, I mean..."
"I think you should go. All your friends left half an hour ago." Shit! He had lost track of time.
"Yeah, I'm going," Puck said grabbing his shoes from the floor and going up the stairs. When he was at the door he said, "I'm really sorry for what happened to Kurt, I hope he's gonna be okay." Kurt's dad grumbled something and Puck left, feeling incredibly stupid.