Okay, okay, I know I took ages to upload the second chapter, but there were two reasons. Reason number one; I didn't have my computer on since I uploaded the first until tonight. I just didn't want to wait for it to boot up. I thought I better tonight though. Reason number two; I was waiting for reviews. I have plenty of alerts, but only one review. I do want to know what people think of it. Please, tell me if you don't like it, or if you do. What you liked and didn't like. I honestly want honest criticism. It's what helps us writters improve. I want to get published and want as much help as I can in doing that.

Anyway, onwards. This is chapter two.

I don't own Glee.

Noah Puckerman was currently seated in the choir room. He noticed Finn and Kurt weren't in the class and knew he wasn't the only one to notice. The black chick, whom Puck couldn't recall the name of, was staring at the door, looking hopeful. No one had even given Puck a second glance as he was seated in the back of the room. He knew he was no longer feared by the Glee clubbers and some even had the guts to ignore him. Some that is, except Mike and Matt. The three of them were buddies for life. Of course, Matt was currently talking to Santana and Mike with Brittany, so that left him alone.

When Mr. Schue called it a day, Puck sighed, relieved. He was so over school for the day and just wanted to get home and play Call Of Duty. He had to pick up a few things from his locker in the boys locker room first. His uniform was definitely in need of a wash and tonight was the night his mother usually did a few loads. He planned on sneaking it in the load, like he usually did.

What he saw when he entered the locker room was something he was not, in a million years, expecting. He saw a naked body, barely breathing, lying in the middle of the room. He was going to ignore it, thinking it was some prank the Puck heads in the hockey team decided to play on the cleaners. When he got closer though, he recognised the body. Well, his hair.

"Hummel?" He questioned.

Kurt weakly lifted his head from the floor to glance at Puck, only to hear him gasp. 'The boy lying there couldn't possibly be Kurt, could it?' Puck thought to himself.

Kurt mentally scolded himself. He should have gone when he had the chance. How was he going to explain this one?

Hoping Puck was really as dumb as he seemed to be, Kurt decided that getting up and running for his locker to grab a spare change of clothes would be the safest bet. However when he tried to get up, Kurt's whole lower half of his body was suddenly searing in pain. He yelped through the gag that was still lodged in his mouth and his arms gave way under him. He was still feeling pain and it didn't register to him that Puck was now next to him. He didn't realize until he felt Puck's hands on his shoulders.

Despite the pain, Kurt moved away from his touch.

"Its okay, Kurt. It's me. Puck. I won't hurt you." Puck realized that was probably a stupid thing to say. He had spent the last few years of his life torturing this young boy. Throwing him in the dumpster. Giving him slushie facials.

"Go way," Kurt mumbled into the piece of fabric in his mouth. Puck reached out again and grabbed the material, ungagging Kurt. "Thanks." Another mumble as he looked at the ground again.

"Dude, what happened?" Puck mentally cringed. He really needed to think before he spoke. Kurt could be sensitive about it.

"Nothing."

"This is not nothing," Puck continued, not seeing a cringe.

"I-I can't. I can't tell you. He'll come back. Come back for me," now Kurt was in tears, burying his face in his arms, still lying as bare as the day he was born on the dirty locker room floor.

'Great one, Puckerman,' he thought to himself. "Listen, Kurt. You might not want to tell me. I understand that, but you have to tell someone. Your dad? That black chick you always hang around with?"

"You-you don't understand. It's my fault. My fault. No one would like me if they heard the truth."

"What's your fault?" Puck felt like convincing, or at least trying to convince Kurt it wasn't his fault. He didn't know what happened. He did have some idea though and he didn't like it.

"It's because I'm gay, isn't it? Because I've been crushing on him. He-he was angry. Angry at you. Angry at Quinn. I was just there. I couldn't stop him. He-he was drunk. Alcohol makes him angry. He was too big. Too big. The pain. Oh God, the pain," Kurt finished and burst into tears.

Puck's fears were true. Kurt had been raped. Not only that. He had been raped by Finn. Puck wanted to soothe Kurt. Hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay. He knew though, Kurt was not ready for human contact yet. He then thought about finding Finn and ripping his head off, but then thought Kurt might not want to be alone. Especially since he pretty much told Puck what happened. He had to ask. "What did you mean, come back for you? Did he threaten you?"

Puck could feel his throat getting smaller as Kurt nodded his head.

"Listen to me, Kurt. This isn't your fault! None of this is! As much as I would love to blame myself, I know it isn't my fault either. This was entirely Finn's fault. Please, try and understand that."

Kurt nodded again and shivered. That was when Puck realized how cold Kurt must've been. He shrugged his jacket off and offered it to Kurt. When Kurt made no move to grab it, he took it with his other hand aswell and moved to kneeling position. "May I?"

Kurt made no indication Puck even spoke. He was obviously in deep thought. Puck sighed and laid the jacket over Kurt's back. That brought Kurt back to reality. Painfully. He jumped and the pain went shooting up his back. He again screamed, this time the sound not muffled by the gag.

"Kurt?" Puck asked, panicking. "Are you alright?"

"It hurts," he whimpered.

"Look, I understand it hurts," Puck said, trying to calm the withering boy. "But we really need to get you up." Then an idea struck his mind. 911. He knew Kurt would probably say no so he wasn't planning on telling him. He wanted to have Kurt dressed first though. "Do you keep a spare change of clothes in your locker?"

"1728," Kurt breathed out. It was a good thing Puck was near him; otherwise he probably wouldn't have heard him. He got up and ran towards the lockers. He'd known where the younger boys locker was from the countless times he'd slushied him out the front of it. He entered in the code that was whispered to him and opened the locker. Before he could even think about grabbing his phone from his back pocket, he felt someone else grab it.

He turned to see a more sober looking Finn standing there, holding his phone. "Is this what you were after?"