Okay, time for a super long A/N, apologies in advance!

I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter, I actually re-wrote the phone conversation about 4 times. In the end, I decided to just show Puck's side of the conversation, but don't worry, the other side of the call will be made clear in the next chapter.

This chapter is longer than the others, but I still ended it earlier than I had originally planned, I just felt that there was already too much going on in this chapter.

Alas, there really isn't much Kurt in this chapter, but don't despair, there will be plenty of him in the next! Hence, this chapter is entirely from Puck's POV.

Now, I'm not Jewish and I actually had a really hard time trying to find some translations that I could use. If anyone knows a great site for translations and Jewish customs, please let me know, it would be greatly appreciated!

That being said, I want to apologise if I have screwed up in any of the translations or their uses.

Nebekh Kind - Poor/unfortunate child

Gelibte - Sweetheart

Bubele - Darling

I also want to clear up for all those people in a different time zone to me. I'm Australian, and while the first 2 chapters appeared to have been put up on the same day, it was actually put up on 2 consecutive days for me.

This chapter has been 48hrs in the making approximately - and my most humble apologies for that. I have no excuse except that the characters just wouldn't co-operate with me!

I have to say how absolutely astounded I am with how well this story has been received so far! Over 1000 visitors in 24 hrs? I'm amazed and touched! I hope that can forgive me for keeping you waiting with this chapter and that you will still enjoy it!

For anyone who read this entire A/N - Congratulations and Thankyou for putting up with me!

Disclaimer - I don't own Glee or the characters - I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement.

Unable to catch his breath, Kurt started panicking. His only conscious thought – Puck of all people put me into hysterics!

Puck stared on in horror as Kurt lay gasping on the ground. Well shit. I've killed the kid. Puck sighed, "Come one du – man. Just calm down and breathe." Kurt started to suck in breaths of air, but it didn't seem to help, in fact it made it worse. "Come on man! Don't make me have to do this", Puck sighed. Freaking fantastic start to the weekend.

Puck gave another sigh then dropped down onto the floor. Pulling Kurt up so that he was sitting between his legs with his back to Puck's chest, he wrapped one arm securely around Kurt's chest keeping him flush against Puck and grabbed one of his hands with his other hand. Steadfastly ignoring their compromising positions, Puck spoke lowly and calmly right into Kurt's ear.

"Okay, Hummel. I want you to listen to me carefully and do exactly what I say. I want you to focus on breathing. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Hold each breath for 3 seconds okay.

So, in through your nose 1, 2, 3 and out through your mouth 1, 2, 3." Puck repeated this mantra a few times to no avail. "Come on, breathe with me, feel me breathing against you? So just breath with me. In 2, 3. Out 2, 3. That's it, in 2, 3 and out 2, 3. Now keep doing that and squeeze my hand on every inhale, okay?" Puck squeezed Kurt's hand to show him.

After another minute or so Puck felt the fight go out of Kurt and could tell he had his breathing under control now. Kurt slumped against Puck and let out a ragged breath. "Okay Kurt, time to hop up." Puck stood up and pulled Kurt up with him. As Puck expected, Kurt looked completely wrecked. He tried to lead him so he could sit down, but it soon became obvious that Kurt wasn't going to be moving anywhere.

With another internal sigh, Puck draped Kurt's arm over his shoulder and swooped down to pick him up bridal style and carried him to the living room. By the time Puck had lowered him onto the couch, Kurt was fast asleep but Puck kind of expected that. He looked down at Kurt and gently brushed his hair off of his face. "What am I gonna do with you Hummel?" whispered Puck. Grabbing the throw rug off the back of the couch, Puck covered Kurt up and sat down in the arm chair to think.

Puck gave a heavy sigh and looked at the clock…. Noon. Could that all really just have happened in an hour? Puck felt exhausted, looking over at Kurt, he knew he would be out for a while. What the hell am I supposed to do now? He had to leave in about an hour or so to get home to watch his kid sister, his Ma had picked up an evening shift for tonight and she couldn't get a baby sitter at such short notice. He definitely wasn't going to get that pool cleaned now, though, Hummel probably wouldn't mind too much if I came back tomorrow. But I can't leave him hear alone in case he wakes up and freaks out. I wonder what time his Dad gets back? Right, first things first.

Puck found the number for the garage and called to speak to Burt, only to be told that Burt wasn't working this weekend, but that he'd be back on Tuesday if he called back. Well, where the hell was Burt? Would he still be home later today, or is Kurt home alone? Puck toyed with the idea of calling someone else to come over and stay with Kurt, but he knew it wouldn't do any good. Kurt would probably freak out and, to be honest, if he called anyone up, they'd automatically assume that Puck had done something to Kurt. "Shit" Puck groaned out, there really only was one option.

Puck walked into the kitchen with his phone in his hand and dialled his mother's number.

"Hey Ma, listen, I need a favour - No! No I'm not in trouble, will you just listen for a minute?" Puck ran his hand over his mohawk, "Look, I know I said I would look after Sarah today – and I will" Puck added hastily. "It's just, well, something has come up, and I was wondering if you could bring her over here… I know you don't like her going over to strangers places, but, I – I really can't leave here at the moment."

Puck paused for a breath and listened as his mother started ranting demanding to know what was wrong. Releasing a sigh, Puck told his mother the short version of what had happened. "And I don't know when his Dad gets back. I don't have a number for him and, well, you know. I can't just leave him to wake up alone. He'd probably freak out and, I – I don't want that." Puck astounded himself when he realised how true that statement was.

Puck peeked back into the living as he listened to his mother. Seeing Kurt still sleeping soundly, Puck returned to the kitchen and looked around at the mess that was left from earlier. "I don't know Ma, I don't think Finn's ever mentioned it happening before – Finn – Yeah, Mrs H is dating Kurt's Dad. Yeah, he's the one who asked me to clean his pool." Puck started putting away all the ingredients that been left out "I know, that's why I don't think I should just leave him here alone. If his Dad gets back, then I'll explain it all to him and bring Sarah home."

"Yeah, Okay Ma. Has she eaten yet?" Puck asked as he continued to clean up. "Well, I don't think Kurt had eaten yet is all, he said he was making breakfast when I arrived. I dunno, I'll just make something here that can be re-heated or something, at least as an apology for not getting his pool done – Yeah, alright. Send it over and I'll do that too. Thanks Ma."

Puck quickly gave the address to his mother and hung up the phone. He loaded the dishwasher and set it to start and returned to the living room to sit and think. He was totally gonna lose badass points for all this, but he didn't think that Hummel would mention it to anyone. After all, how could he without telling everyone that he had passed out? Puck knew that wasn't something he would want spread around. And if all else failed, he could just threaten him.

With that thought, Puck looked over to Kurt again, Yeah, okay, so I wouldn't threaten him. Puck stood up quickly, he was feeling confused about everything. All the feelings and the flirting, what is going on with me? Why do I care so much? Puck wandered over to the fireplace and looked at the photos that were up there. Seeing Kurt with his mother and father, young Kurt at a tea party with Burt, Puck snorted. That's the Hummel he knew. Looking back over to him, Puck took the time to really look at him.

It looked like he had just gotten out of bed. His face and hair were free of products and Puck didn't think Kurt even owned clothes like that! He looked so young and small, but peaceful. Puck had an overwhelming urge to cradle him into his lap. What the fuck? Get a grip Puckerman – it's Hummel! Not some hot chick! Though, he does have legs that even Santana would kill for, mused Puck and really soft looking lips. Shaking his to try and clear away those thoughts, Puck took the time to explore the rest of the house a little. He found a toilet tucked under the stairs. He looked up the stairs, but decided that would be pushing it too far. He found the door leading to what he assumed was a basement and the garage leading off from the kitchen.

Opening the last door Puck sucked in a sharp breath and stared in shock. It had to be the most beautiful room he had ever seen. It was huge, larger than the kitchen and living room combined. Three of the walls were completely covered by bookcases stuffed with books from floor to ceiling. The forth wall held two double French doors that lead out onto a court yard. Two skylights flooded the room with light. There was a plush deep burgundy carpet on the floor. A large display cabinet was tucked into one corner that was filled with trophies, ribbons and certificates. A black baby grand piano sat in the middle of the floor. There was a large old Victorian desk that was placed a few feet in front of the doors and there were a couple of plush chaise lounges in the room. They looked soft enough to sleep on. The entire room was tastefully decorated, but looked as though it would be more at home in an English Manor in the early 19th Century and not in a modest upper middle class home in Lima, Ohio.

Without thinking about it, Puck stepped into the room, gently ran his hands over the smooth ivory keys on the piano and made his way to the trophy case. The thing was completely packed, briefly scanning over some of the awards Puck saw a few for Burt Hummel and a Katherine Jensen, who Puck assumed must be Kurt's mother. But more than three-quarters of the awards were for Kurt. Some dating back to when he was just 3 years-old based. Hummel and Berry are more alike than I thought was possible mused Puck. There were singing and dancing awards. Piano and Cello certificates, academic awards, and there were even a few First Aid certificates in there too. All were framed and it was quite clear how proud Papa Burt was of his son. At this, Puck felt a tightening in his chest, it was no secret that his Dad had walked out on them many years ago, but Puck still got pangs of longing for his father.

But the thing that caught Puck's interest the most was a Mechanics certificate for Kurt? That's hot! Thought Puck, and right beside that was a picture of Kurt standing beside an absolutely drool worthy 1968 Chevy Camaro SS. Puck felt a tightening in his pants just looking at the car that car is sex on wheels thought Puck. His eyes widened comically when he noticed that Kurt was wearing grease covered overalls with the top tied around his waist and a tight white t-shirt on Hot Damn!

Before he could get too involved in the fantasy his mind was currently creating involving Kurt bent over the hood of the car, Puck heard a faint knocking on the front door. Tearing his eyes away from the picture and willing his erection away, Puck rushed to the door lest Kurt wake up. On the other side stood his Mum dressed for work holding the Sarah's hand in one and the other was holding multiple bags.

Grabbing the bags, Puck ushered them inside and led them through to the kitchen. As soon as he put the bags down on the kitchen counter, his Ma asked to see Kurt. Leading them back to the living room, Puck watched as his Ma leant down and placed a gentle hand on Kurt's forehead and then cupped his face. Kurt didn't stir, but softly leant into the touch. "Nebekh Kind" murmured Mrs Puckerman.

Standing up and ushering her children back into the kitchen Mrs Puckerman spoke lowly to her son. "He seems to be alright. Just remember that he will most likely have a headache when he wakes, I've brought over some pain relief in case they didn't have any" indicating to the bags "and make sure you check he is not allergic, he doesn't need a trip to the emergency room too, and make sure he drinks plenty of water."

Mrs Puckerman walked over and gave her daughter a hug, "Now listen carefully little Gelibte, Noah's friend is very sick, so you must be very quiet and not wake him, okay?" The little girl nodded and hugged her mother tightly. Kissing her daughter on the forehead, she turned to Puck "I've brought over some colouring books and some toys for her, as well as a change of clothes. If it gets too late, give her a quick clean-up and get her to sleep for a bit okay Bubele. I've also sent over some food that you can cook up for you all, and there will be plenty there for his father too." Grabbing her handbag and giving her daughter another hug, she placed a kiss on Puck's cheek, "and I want you to call me later to keep me updated. As soon as his father comes home, please ask him to call me too. You're a good boy Noah, for doing this for your friend." Giving him a quick hug, Puck showed his mother out of the house and went back into the kitchen with Sarah.

This is a picture of the car if you want to see it, just take out the spaces:

http: / / www . cargurus . com /Cars/1968-Ford-Mustang-Pictures-c3691_pi21733017

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