Chapter8:

Kurt was already packing the lunch they would eat on the beach when Puck entered the kitchen. He looked terribly tired.

"Bad night ?" Kurt asked his friend. Puck moaned something and went to the bathroom. He was usually in good mood on mornings. He had maybe dreamed of the things that had happened in juvie. Kurt was worried about his friend. He had no idea what the bastards had done to him but it looked more than serious.

When everyone was ready to go they jumped into Sarah's car and left. Kurt was sitting next to Puck to check if his friend was okay, but the boy barely talked to him during the ride. He seemed to be closing himself and it was not a good thing at all.

"Puck, are you okay ?" Kurt whispered to him. Puck nodded but didn't say more. Kurt didn't want to force him into talking so he didn't ask more and resolved to wait a little more to try and comfort him.

When Sarah parked the car, they were all eager to go swimming and Puck's bad mood disappeared to make room for childishness. He quickly took off his pants and T shirt and ran into the water along with John and Sarah.

"You don't go swimming ?" Viviane asked.

"Yes I will but I'm kind of worried." Kurt admitted. He needed to talk to someone and Viviane was always good at listening.

"About Puck ?" She asked.

"Yeah he's not well today and he barely talks to me." Kurt explained.

"For how long have you known each other ?" She inquired.

"We've been together at school since kindergarten. But we weren't exactly friends until we came here.

"Then why did he join you here ?"

"You remember when I told you that I had come here because I had quite a hard time in Lima ?" She nodded. "It's kind of the same for him, he's been through very hard time for a while and when he came back and learned I was gone he decided to do the same."

"What happened to him ? It's linked to his scars isn't it ? I saw them when he undressed." She explained.

"He hasn't told me what happened yet but yes it has something to do with his scars." Kurt admitted.

"Do you want me to go and talk to him ?" She asked.

" I don't think he will tell you much but maybe it could help him." Kurt answered. The French girl smiled at him, undressed and walked towards the water. Kurt sighed and undressed as well to join the others. However when he touched the water it was far too cold for him. He took his towel and put it on the sand. He laid on it and closed his eyes.

Puck watched as Kurt laid down. He was still troubled. He was troubled because he loved the sight of Kurt in a bathing suit. And he was troubled because he hated to see the loverbites he had on his neck and chest.

"He's worried about you you know ?" It was the french girl, he hadn't seen her coming.

"He shouldn't be" Puck answered.

"Still he is, you should talk to him." Puck knew that she was right. That he should talk to Kurt about something before he understood there was something off in Puck's behavior.

"I think you're right." Puck said before walking outside the water.

He walked to the car and grabbed his towel before heading toward where Kurt was lying. He laid down next to the boy and stayed silent for a while. He didn't know what to say. Neither did he know what to talk about.

"I heard you yesterday." Puck finally said. Kurt turned his head to his side and raised an eyebrow.

"What did you hear ?"

"I heard Keith trying to pressure you." Kurt blushed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Kurt denied.

"I'm talking about you saying no and him saying that he was tired of this and trying to force you into doing it." Puck said bluntly.

"That's not what happened." Kurt said not looking at him in the eyes.

"Kurt, I was just on the other side of the wall." Puck reminded him. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but still I heard and that's not right." Kurt sighed.

"It's not that simple Puck."

"Yes it is. If he really had feelings for you, the first time you said "no" he should have told you something like "I'll wait for you until you're ready." And not a challenge like when he said "if you trust me then do it". That's just wrong Kurt." Kurt turned his head to other side not to face him.

"It's none of your business Puck." He said sharply. The tone of voice hurt Puck.

"Kurt look at me." Kurt didn't turn his head, Puck sighed. "Look Kurt, I know he's your first boyfriend and I know you really like him but just, don't do anything he asks you if you don't feel like doing them, you'd regret it." Puck stated.

" I'll think about it." Kurt said coldly before standing up and walking towards the water. Puck stayed lying on the sand.

He felt really bad for Kurt. The boy really seemed to like Keith and didn't realize how wrong was the way he treated him. Keith was older than him and had more experience. He really seemed to care about Kurt but only during the day.

Puck looked at the boy throwing a ball to John and sighed, he closed his eyes and tried not to think about anything.

"Max wants to see you." His cell mate told him.

"Who's Max ?" Puck asked.

"He's kind of the boss here, he wants to meet every new guy in here."

"Why ?" Puck asked uncertain.

"To decide if he likes you or not. If you please him, you'll have no trouble until you're released but if you don't..." He didn't finish his sentence, he grabbed Puck's arm and dragged him to the yard.

"It's him ?" A big guy asked when they joined a group of big guys. His cell mate nodded, Puck couldn't manage to remember his name. "What's your name boy ?" The big guy asked.

"Puck."

"That's not really a name but okay. You have a nice face Puck, I think I could find something for you." The others laughed, Puck didn't understand why. His cell mate dragged him back to their cell.

"He likes you." He said smirking "He wants to see you tonight after dinner time."

"Why did everybody laugh ?" Puck asked.

"He doesn't like a lot of guys, you should feel honored." The guy said still smirking.

"Puck wake up !" Puck opened his eyes suddenly. "You're all sweating and shaking are you alright ?" Kurt asked. He was leaning above him with a concerned expression on his face.

" I just had a bad dream." Puck said.

"Or a bad memory." Kurt stated. "Do you want to talk about it ?"

" I don't think so, it's so... so hard." Puck was still shaking.

"You remember when you called me you said you needed my help." Kurt said " I can't help you if you don't tell me what happened."

"You've already helped me and anyway, I don't want you to picture what happened." Puck explained, he really wanted to spare the smaller boy from the vision on it.

"As long as you don't tell me anything I picture the worst Puck."

"And what is it like ?" Puck asked, wondering if the boy's imagination overcame Max's.

"When you'll have told me I'll tell you if it was worse or better." Kurt offered.