So I definitely like this chapter a lot more than the others, i hope you do too! Sorry about all the grammar/spelling issues! I am definitely trying to fix them! I'm also im major writing mode! So there should be a chapter 4 and maybe 5 today :) Love you guys!
Puck watched as Karofsky ran in the direction of the school at a full sprint, Azimio and his other lackey's just staring after they're leader, shocked and confused. Kurt had practically collapsed into his chest by this point, only speaking as soon as Karofsky rounded the corner out of sight. "Pu-...*sob* I...*sob*" . "Shhhh Kurt, don't say anything. Don't worry. I've got you."
Kurt started sobbing harder at Puck's words, although they had honestly comforted him. He let out a high pitched squeak as Puck lifted him up bridal style, his face still tucked into the safety of the taller boy's shoulder. His sobbing had reduced to small whimpers by the time the two boys had started moving past their classmates towards the school in the opposite direction Karofsky had went. The other boys glancing at Kurt with what almost looked like sympathy.
Puck pulled the smaller boy as close to him as possible while carrying him, not letting anyone, not even Mercedes-who had come running down the hall full sprint once she had noticed Kurt- take the small boy from his arms. Kurt hadn't bothered to speak since he had picked him up, so he silenced Mercedes's questions with a glare. He hadn't really thought about where he was going, his feet on autopilot, until he ended up at the choir room. Mercedes had quickly yanked the door open, Puck carrying him through, as Mr. Schue came running down the hallway, and noticing Kurt curled up in Pucks arms, started clearing the hallway of nosy students. Puck carried the small boy over to the piano bench and sat, never letting go of him for even a second. He pulled him even closer to himself, as Kurt held on for dear life, refusing to let go of Puck even after Mercedes shot him a what the hell are you doing? look.
Kurt hadn't even really noticed where they were going, he honestly didn't care. All he wanted was to be away from Karofsky and with Puck.. No, with Noah. He had finally realized where they were when he felt Noah lower into a sitting position on the piano bench. The choir room had never looked as amazing as it did now, at least, so he thought. Of course, it was also then that he noticed the more than worried faces of his teacher and his best friend, the latter looking slightly confused as well. 'Maybe it would have been smart to tell Mercedes about hanging out with Noah' he thought to himself, as he quietly cursed the silence hanging in the air. "What the hell is going on?" Mercedes finally yelled, breaking the quiet that Kurt now wished he had back. "Mercedes, I feel like you could hav-..." Mr Schue started up was cut off. "Mr. Schue, no offense, but shut it. Kurt seriously, what the hell is going on?"
"Back off guys. It's not damn time for twenty questions!" Puck yelled, obviously aggravated at the lack of comfort that was being directed at Kurt, who had begun to tear up again. He stood, trudging up to the two people who were making Kurt cry. "Better yet, get the hell out!" The look Mercedes soon developed on her face screamed 'What the hell, white boy? Who do you think you are?', but it was quieted by the look of pure, undiluted anger on Puck's face. A quiet whimper then came from the small boy, whom Puck had left behind on the piano bench. "Please, 'Cedes, just go."
Mr Schue had already left the room before Kurt had spoken, understanding the need for decency. Kurt didn't like being seen when he was upset, so he had gone as soon as he had heard Puck ask, no, demand, that they leave. He had felt that Kurt would be more than okay with Puck- whom he had learned the small countertenor had developed a friendship with- especially if he was in protective 'Papa Bear' mode. He scurried the last few people out of the hallways as he walked towards his class, making sure that his three students were not being looked upon, he had a feeling that this was a lot bigger than anyone wanted it to be.
REVIEWS ARE LOVE Sorry this one's shorter than the others. I thought it was kind of important to cut it off here.