The Event
Author: GleekShip
Spoilers: This is Season Two. I may or may not use ideas throughout. Except for Blaine. No Blaine At All.
Summary: Kurt gives McKinley an Event that nobody will ever forget.
Pairings: Kurt/Puck
The Event
Puck
"Puckerman."
Puck glanced up from the sleeping boy.
"Yes sir."
"I just got a call from Mercedes. She said to turn in to channel 3." Burt said.
Puck raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"I don't know. She said they're doing something at eight." Burt said as he sat down next to the bed.
"Do you think it has anything to do with Kurt?" Puck asked nervously.
Burt let out a deep breath and nodded. "I'm afraid so."
Puck let out a sigh.
"But it must be important if Mercedes is telling us to watch it." Burt continued. "I think it'd be best to watch, but god knows I don't want to."
Puck let out a deep breath. He reached over and put a hand on the older mans shoulder.
"It's going to be alright Mr. Hummel." Puck assured him.
Burt reached up and placed his hand on top of Pucks. "Call me Burt."
Puck smiled as he pulled his hand away. He cuddled close to the smaller boy.
He heard the TV flicker on.
"Now breaking news from McKinley High School-"
Puck sat up and saw the older Hummel do the same.
The TV showed a video of a crowded school parking lot.
"Earlier today, a young man, whose name has not been released, tried to commit suicide."
Puck shifted uncomfortably as his hand found a small pale one.
"We now have new footage of the event-"
"What?" Puck and Burt yelled out.
"-and we advise our younger audience to look away at what we're about to show you."
Puck flinched as bad quality cell phone footage came up on the screen. It was directed up, looking at a standing figure. The figure was standing on the edge of the building. The figure stepped forward and off the ledge, but was caught by a bigger figure.
"We are told that this young boy was saved by another young man, whose identity has also not been released."
The bigger figure struggled to keep hold of the smaller figure.
The image switched to a blonde reporter.
"Now we're being told that this student had told everyone to be here. For an event of a lifetime."
The image switched to a scan of the flier.
"This young man had handed out fliers, texted, and everything in between to get people to show up."
The image switched to a McKinley high student.
"We got the fliers early this morning. And then a mass text was sent out around lunch time. It was all anyone could talk about."
The image switched back to the reporter.
"Now according to many witness, the Event, as it was to be, was the suicide of the young man because of bullying."
The image switched to a crying Quinn.
"It's just so sad. We were close friends, and I never did anything to help. Neither did the teachers. They saw it more than I did." Quinn started sobbing and fell into the arms of a nearby girl.
"Santana." Puck whispered.
The Latina held onto the blonde.
The Latina glared at us. "This is a bunch of crap. It's our schools fault. They never insured any of our safety. And when we did complain, no one would get in any trouble. It was always the jocks and they never get in any trouble for the actions. There need to be consequences."
The image switched to a now red-eyed blonde reporter.
"According to school officials, there was no knowledge of bullying or complaints on campus. However two teachers have stepped forward to share their stories."
The image switched to Sue Sylvester.
"Who are you?" The reporter asked.
"I am Coach Sue Sylvester. Six-time national Consecutive Cheerleading Champion." Sue answered with pride.
"And what do you know about the incidents of bullying here on campus?"
"There have been many cases. The bullies mainly fall from the sports teams. I myself have been to principal Figgins and the school board about these cases, but they don't want to ruin our sports department, and therefor our funding. It's a downright shame when a school cares more for funding than their own students safety." Sue said with her saddest voice.
The image switches back to the reporter.
"We've been informed that the school will have an open board meeting this Friday at the school Auditorium and the public is encouraged to attend. Until then, the school is closed and under investigation."
The TV went back to its regular scheduled programming. Burt flicked the TV off.
Puck let out a shaky breath and looked at the older man. There were tears staining his face.
"I'm sorry you had to see that. I didn't know anyone had a camera." Puck apologized.
Burt shook his head before standing up. He pulled Puck into a hug.
"You have no reason to apologize. You almost died trying to save my boy." Burt whispered before pulling back.
"I'd do it again to." Puck said.
Burts lips trembled. "Let me know if he wakes up."
He quickly left the room. Puck heard sobbing coming from the hallway.
Puck laid back down next to the pale boy.
"Thank you."
Puck glanced down to see a pair of eyes staring up at him.
"For what?" Puck asked as he cuddled the boy.
"You're doing so much for my dad. He even let you call him Burt." Kurt answered.
Puck looked into Kurts eyes. "So you were awake the entire time?"
Kurt nodded. "Yeah."
"Well then you know about the school. And a few of your friends." Puck said.
Kurt sighed. "I'll let them come see me when I'm home. I just want to be with you right now." Kurt said as he pushed his face into the muscular boys neck.
"Did you mean it?" Kurt asked quietly.
Puck pulled back from the small boy and held his face between his hands.
"Mean what?"
"You said you loved me." Kurt said.
Puck let out a shaky breath.
"Did you mean it?" Kurt asked again.
Puck nodded. "Yes." He said keeping eye contact.
Kurt slowly leaned forward and let his lips touch Pucks.
"Thank you." Kurt whispered against the lips.
Puck licked his lips, and therefor Kurts.
Kurt pulled back and put his head against Pucks chest.
"Why?" Kurt asked.
Puck lifted a hand and ran in through the brunettes hair.
"Because of everything." Puck said as he kissed the smaller boys head.
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