a/n: bonus Puck!

Kurt's eyes stung with inexplicable unshed tears as he wrapped his arms around himself. Despite being in a house full of people, he felt truly alone and almost sick.

"Kurt?" Jeff's concerned voice came from the doorway which Blaine had just stalked out of, "are you okay? Did Blaine-?"

"Please, Jeff," Kurt broke in, his voice wavering. "I think I'm just going to go home."

Jeff nodded sadly. "Okay," he said in an understanding tone. "I'll drive you."

"No, it's fine," Kurt insisted hastily.

"But we drove you here," Jeff reasoned.

"I'll get a cab," Kurt said. "You've had too many drinks to legally drive," he pointed out. After his talk with Blaine, Kurt didn't know who he could trust anymore. And that scared the shit out of him.

"Okay," Jeff conceded. "Do you want me to wait with you or…?"

"No, Jeff, it's fine," Kurt said with a weak smile. "Go have fun."

With one last resigned sigh, Jeff nodded and slipped back inside. Kurt let out a sigh of relief and fished his phone out of his pocket. There was no way in hell he was catching a cab at this time of night. Who could he call…?

His father was out of the question. He'd ask too many questions… besides; Kurt hadn't exactly told him he was going tonight…

Finn was out too. He'd definitely tell his dad. And that meant Rachel was out too, because she would tell Finn. Mercedes and Tina couldn't drive and he didn't feel comfortable asking Santana or Quinn. Brittany was… well, Brittany.

Who did that leave…?

Puck. Shit.

With heavy reluctance, Kurt scrolled through the contacts until he found the number and pressed dial. He probably would be the best option after all. Finn told Kurt that he had punched Karofsky in the face when he learnt why Kurt had been taken away. He would certainly defend Kurt if the need arised. He probably wouldn't tell Finn either, or even judge Kurt for being at a party like this (the way he suspected his other friends might). Hell, he'd probably be more pissed that he wasn't invited.

To Kurt's surprise he picked up on the second ring.

"Yo, Hummel," he answered. "This better be good. I'm waiting on Damo to give me the co-ordinates for this month's Streets are being held."

"Isn't that a dance competition?" Kurt questioned with surprise, remembering hearing Flint mention it.

"Wow, Hummel," Puck said, sounding impressed. "Those Dalton Punks know their shit. You're right. It is."

"Doesn't seem like your usual scene," Kurt noted.

"Chicks dig dancers," Puck explained and Kurt could imagine his usual smirk. "Which is probably why your brother can't' get laid."

"Oh my God ew!" Kurt wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Can we please not discuss Finn's sex, or lack of, life, right now," Kurt requested.

"Whatever," Puck snorted. "So what did you want?"

"I need a favor…"

"-and then after what Blaine said I feel really weird around Jeff, so I didn't really want a ride with him… so I called you," Kurt concluded, chewing his slice of all meat pizza thoughtfully. He didn't know when he started confiding his life drama to Pick. He thought it might have been halfway through the bottle of coke Puck had picked up for himself at the gas station and so generously let Kurt finish after proclaiming that he 'looked like shit", and the slice of three slices of pizza Kurt devoured that he was most definitely going to regret tomorrow. But Puck was a surprisingly good listener and actually looked thoroughly entertained by Kurt's story.

"Jesus," Puck laughed when Kurt was done. "I thought McKinley was bad – drama wise. At least you guys can't get pregnant."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Puck's ability to make a joke out of something like that. As completely tactless as he was, he made Kurt laugh and his chest felt a little lighter after spilling out his story.

"So what did you say your bad boy's name was again?" Puck asked.

"First off," Kurt said haughtily, "he's not my anything," but he blushed as he said it so Puck laughed and the whole effect was ruined, "and secondly his name is Blaine. Blaine Anderson."

Puck let out another laugh and Kurt rolled his eyes once more.

"Yes, I know… it's very pretty and pink," Kurt said understandingly. "I laughed too."

"I'm not laughing at his parent's sad attempt at pop culture referencing their children," Puck chuckled. "I'm laughing because I know Blaine Anderson."