Yes, another update (: I have pretty much finished chapter 5 and there will be a 6th, but I think that'll be it. So, we're nearing the end. Don't worry though, Puckurt will be the end result.

In this chapter, we get to read about someone helping the boys. Finn, Karofsky and Azimio wont get away with it!

Onwards.

Once again, I do not own Glee.

Burt Hummel was pacing the living room of his house. He was waiting anxiously for his son to come home. He knew Glee never went this long and Kurt was always back before dark, unless he let him know via text. Burt had tried to call his son, millions of times but there was no answer.

He decided he would go looking. School would be his first guess, but before then he decided to call Mercedes, Kurt's best friend.

"Hello?" he heard her voice.

"Mercedes, hi. This is Burt Hummel."

"Oh, hey Burt. What's up? Did Kurt go home early today?"

"Umm, no. Why?"

It took a bit of time for her to answer. "Because he wasn't in Glee."

"He isn't home either. I haven't seen his since this morning."

"Are you serious? Are you out looking for him? Do you want any help?"

If it wasn't for the seriousness of the conversation, Burt might've laughed. Might've. It was like 20 questions. "Yes, I'm serious. I'm about to go out. If you wouldn't mind calling other kids in Glee, that would be helpful. See if any of them saw Kurt before or after Glee today."

Mercedes nodded her head, even though he couldn't see it. "Yes, sir."

Burt and Mercedes hung up and Burt immediately grabbed his keys. He had a son to find and he wasn't going to rest until he found said son.

The tears were freely cascading down both teens' faces as Puck pulled his package out. He turned to the three boys, ready to make one last try. "Please. Don't make me do this. How about all three of you rape me instead. One after the other. I won't fight you. I'll take it. Just please, leave Kurt alone. He didn't do anything."

Finn shook his head. "No. This is punishment for you, Puckerman. This is what you don't want, so this is what you're going to do. You should have thought about the consequences before you knocked Quinn up."

Puck turned sadly back to Kurt, asking his with his eyes to please forgive him. Kurt just nodded, knowing it was either this or getting stomped on by Finn. At least Puck would be careful and take things slow. Even if it would take longer, it still wouldn't be so much pain at once. No matter how careful Puck was, however, it was still painful.

Puck lined himself up and slowly entered. The pain was a burning pain again and Kurt screamed. Puck was in tears again, as he pulled out and walked round to Kurt's head. "Kurt, buddy, I'm sorry."

Suddenly they heard frantic cries. "Kurt?" They sounded deep.

Finn, Karofsky and Azimio looked to the locked door, quickly. Karofsky and Azimio ran over to them and stood against them, hoping whoever it was wouldn't try that door.

Puck and Kurt looked up and smiled at each other. "Help!" Puck cried. "We're in here. Kurt-" he was cut off by Finn's hand pounding against his mouth.

Suddenly the door was shaking. "Finn!" Azimio shouted, gaining the tall teens attention. "Help! He's strong!"

Finn looked between Puck and the door, before groaning and running over to the door. Puck quickly zipped his pants up and grabbed Kurt, holding him close. Kurt's heart was pounding in his chest. He knew who it would be.

Suddenly there was heavy banging sounds on the doors and shouts coming from both sides. "Let. Me. In." Burt shouted with every push.

"He's. Too. Strong." Karofsky said in between his gasps.

"Dad!" Kurt shouted.

That gave Burt the little extra strength he needed and suddenly the doors were off their hinges and the three big football players were on the ground, surrounded by broken pieces of wood.

Burt took in the scene in front of him. He noticed they were in a locker room, possibly the boys. Three teenagers were on the ground in front of him, groaning as they sat up, dusting themselves off. He looked in further and noticed shreds of clothing and there, sitting in the middle of the room, two other teenagers. One with a Mohawk and singlet with torn jeans on, the other, bare as the day he was born. That wasn't just any teenager. That was Kurt! His son!

"Kurt!" He exclaimed and ran up to the two boys.

"Dad!" Kurt exclaimed but made no move to hug him. This Burt thought was weird but what came next was even weirder. When he reached him and tried to scoop him up, Kurt hissed in pain.

"Kurt?" he questioned, worriedly. "What's wrong?"

Kurt just shook his head and looked down. That was when Burt realized something must've happened. He turned to the Mohawked guy with a questioning look.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with my son?" He wanted to lift the boy and convince him into telling, but Kurt was leaning on him for support. He decided it wasn't the best way to handle it.

"Why don't you ask them," he said and pointed to the three boys behind them. "They'll tell you." His voice had about as much hatred as possible in it.

Burt looked behind him at the boys now standing there. They all looked around, guiltily. They tried making a run for it, but Burt grabbed Finn. Karofsky and Azimio got away.

Burt swung Finn around, so the both of them were facing Kurt and Puck. "What did you do to my son?" He asked in a dangerously low voice.

"N-nothing."

"Then why is he in pain?" Burt then took a second to think about it. He narrowed his eyes even further and slammed the boy into the lockers. "Why the fuck is my son naked?"

Despite being scared, Finn still managed to be a smartass. "Because he's too much of a slut to get dressed."

At that, Burt slammed him into the lockers again.

It took all of Puck's control not to jump up himself and start laying into him. The only thing that stopped him was the fact Kurt was leaning on him for support.

"Dad," Kurt said, nearly in tears. He had never seen his dad act like this and it was scaring him. "Please, don't get in trouble."

Burt's eyes immediately softened. He turned to his son. He wanted to hug him so badly, but he wanted to find out what happened aswell. "I won't. I promise son." He turned back to Finn. "Talk," he said dangerously low.

Finn just stood there, staring between the three males that were also in the room. He looked at Burt in fear and Puck and Kurt with hatred. In his mind, if it wasn't for them, he wouldn't be in this predicament. If Kurt had just gotten dressed, Puck wouldn't have found out. If Puck didn't care, then he wouldn't have had to come back and attack again. But in reality, he knew it was his own fault. Didn't mean he was going to admit that though.

"Daddy," Kurt whimpered. He didn't like seeing his dad behave this way.

"It's okay, Kurt. Daddy's here. Don't worry." Burt let go of Finn, not caring if he ran off. He was sure Kurt or the other boy would know his name. He looked school aged. He knew better than to grab him this time. He just knelt next to the two boys and stroked a hand through Kurt's hair.

Kurt no longer cared about pain. He flung himself into his father's arms and cried into his beige vest and white t-shirt. Burt looked down at him, painfully before looking up at Puck still confused as ever. It was obvious this boy was on the good side. Kurt seemed to trust him and the time he spoke he spoke with hatred towards the other boys.

"Hi, Mr. Hummel. I'm Puck. Well, Noah Puckerman." He held out his hand to shake Burt's free hand. The other hand was under the sobbing teen under him. But Burt just looked at it then his son then the boy again.

"No offence, the only thing I care about right now is the story behind this."

"Right. Well..." Puck got into telling his side of the story. He didn't really want to mention the last part, not knowing how he was going to take it, but he hated himself for even thinking of doing it. Even if it was to possibly save Kurt's life. Burt took it all well though, well as well as one parent takes the news of their child being raped then abused.

While Burt was processing the new information he just got, Puck remembered Kurt needed medical attention. He remembered Finn grabbed his phone and he didn't have a chance to grab Kurt's from his locker.

"Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but would it be alright if I could borrow your phone? Finn took mine and Kurt's is still in his locker. I need to call 911." Burt only nodded and handed the teenager the phone.