So I got 23 favourites and reviews in 8 hours! Which is like huge for me! So I wrote this chapter for you guys! I'm sorry its not seperated like the last chapter, but I really couldn't find appropriate places to break it up into paragraphs. I'm warning you now, there are very mature themes and language in this chapter that you may not want to read. If you are easily disturbed FIND ANOTHER STORY! This hurt for me to write guys, but its important. I'll try and write another chapter tomorrow. Please review, even if you don't like it, criticism is always appreciated.
"What the fuck did you do Karofsky? Tell me you Motherfucker! What did you do to him?" Puck sneered at larger boy, grinding his teeth together in frustration. Kurt had grabbed his arm before he had been able to lunge at Karofsky, it was too bad that he had, the jock hadn't given out a good ass kicking in a while. "I didn't do anything, Puckerman!" He spat out. "Why don't you ask you're little friend what hes so damn whiney about?" What came next was unexpected, so shocking and beyond everything else, unbelieveable, that everyone nearly jumped out of their skin. "Fuck you! I hope you die Karofsky, I hope someone shoots you in the head!" Kurt screamed his body shaking uncontrollably as he clasped his middle, ring and pinkie finger towards his plam, pointing his gun shaped hand at Karofsky, before lunging at the muscle-headed idiot in front of him. "BANG!" He screamed! Puck dove in front of Kurt before he could get to the bully."Kurt? What th-...I don't eve-.." "Let me kill him Puck, he deserves to die after what he did to me!" He then backed up, pulling his T-shirt up to reveal bandages wrapping his abdomen, dark purple almost black bruises peeking out over the edges. "See this! These are broken ribs, this.." he said pulling back a piece of gauze to show deep gashes in his side, "Is where he though it would be fun to cut me..with a broken beer bottle! Don't remember much, do you Karofsky? Were you too fucking drunk to realized you tried and suceeded to rape the gay boy huh? To rape the fag! Of fucking course you were!" Kurt was screaming and struggling to get past Puck by now, wrenching himself forward, his pain slipping though the mask he held earlier. The other jocks had stepped a few feet away from Karofsky, who was standing looking shell-shocked at the smaller teens outburst, the truth of the words the young boy had just spoken slowly sinking in. "Let me kill him Puck.." he said wimpering, crawling backwards away from Karofsky's gaze. "Give me your strength, give me your guns, please.." When he referred to Pucks pet name for his arms he almost smiled, but it faded when Karofsky spoke. "What the fuck do you want from me kid? An apology?" " No," Kurt spoke quietly and as calmly as possible, "I want you to die." He then looked up at Puck, and the larger boy could see the anger beginning to radiate off the boy, noticing him flinch, he jumped in front of him for a second time stopping the boy with an outstretched arm. "GIVE ME YOUR GUNS! I WANT TO WATCH HIM LOSE WHAT HE TOOK FROM ME! I WANT TO SEE THE LIFE DISAPPEAR!" After that, Kurt just kept screaming "GIVE ME YOUR GUNS!" repeatedly, crying hysterically and lunging towards Karofsky, the emotional pain overtaking the physical as he continued struggling against Puck's tight grip. Puck then realized what Kurt was really screaming, it wasn't 'give me your strength', no it had become so much more than that. It was 'hold me, make it go away, make him go away, make the pain go away, please'. So Puck did the only thing he could do, he turned Kurt around and pulled him close to his chest, shocking the boy he held in his arms, along with the other boys around him even more than before. He cuddled Kurt in towards him, smiling only for a second when Kurt curled up against his chest, the tears still pouring from his eyes like waterworks. Puck then looked up at his ex sidekick with pure loathing, only to murmur ten words, "Get out of here Karofsky, before I kill you myself."
Sorry if you didn't like it guys, this was actually based off a dream of mine, the whole Puck holding back Kurt and Kurt screaming "Give me your guns!". I really hated that I made this about rape, and I actually almost hardcore cried when writing it. I don't think I'm ever going to write about that again, but it was crucial for where I want this story to go. I promise it will get a lot fluffier later. I'm sorry for the sadness :( And by the way, I am fully aware that Kurt wouldn't be able to properly run with broken ribs, but thats the thing, Kurt is big about appearances and hiding his real pain, so I figured he'd still run the laps just so that people wouldnt guess what had happened. His broken ribs were why he was struggling.