New Chapter! Sorry its short again guys but I definitely love cliff hangers. So hah! i will write chapter 5 today though! I promise :)
Mercedes could do nothing but stare at Kurt in shock. "I don't want to talk about this again, and Noah already knows." Kurt said, Puck's heart swelling with pride when Kurt called him Noah." So please, stop asking questions, and please...," he whimpered slightly, wiping a tear off his face before continuing, "please go." Mercedes closed her eyes, holding back tears as she turned and walked out the door, she understood, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
When Puck turned to Kurt, he closed his eyes, opening them to see the small boy hunched over, this time no tears were coming out his eyes. He had pulled his tshirt upwards and was gently poking the dark marks that were marking his perfect skin, wincing when he poked a tender area. Puck didn't know what to say, he just stood there, gazing at the bruises, frozen to the spot and longing to do anything to make Kurt's pain disappear, to make the marks disappear.
Kurt hated these marks, because although they made him feel human for the first time in his life, they had caused the tears that were streaming down Noah's obviously pained, almost tormented face. Kurt stood quickly, ignoring the hurt, to stare into those amber globes, wishing he could do something to make the water droplets return to where they came from. "Noah?" he said, he was scared, he had never seen this...this weakness, and it absolutely terrified him. Noah took this chance to look towards the floor, his tears dripping into a puddle. "I'm sorry" he said, "I'm fine." He then used the back of his wrist to wipe his face dry, "I just, I don't know what I want Kurt... I want to go find him and wring the life out of him with my bear hands ya know? But the the same time I don't want to leave you. I want to protect you but, I can't bear to see you like that. I don't understand. Two months ago I was throwing you in dumpsters and giving you slushies and now here I am wanting to stop everyone else from doing to do that to you." He closed his eyes and ran his hand over the thing patch of hair left on his head. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he yelled, picking up a vase and throwing it across the room. The shattering sound causing tears to sprout from Kurts eyes, and fear to cloud his expression.
"Fuck! Oh my god Kurt, I-I'm so sorry," he cried, reaching out to the small boy but yanking his hand back as if he had been burnt just before he touched him. "I'm just- I can't...I -" He collapsed down to his knees, his hands grasping his face. Kurt sat on the bench, patiently waiting for Puck to continue, he knew the large boy was far from finished, and that whatever this was, it definitely needed to be said. "I...I can't handle sadness.." he mubled out between his hands, "anger is so easy for me, but I just.. Ihavent been sad in so long Kurt, not since... not since.." he choked out a sob, sinking to a seated position, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs, trying to comfort himself. Kurt stood, walking over to Puck and sitting next to the shaking boy, wrapped his arms around him. Puck longing for comfort allowed himself to cry into the arms of the same person he had been trying to calm down less than 5 minutes ago. "My sister was raped Kurt," he murmered into the small teens shoulder, "my...my dad raped her, my six year old sister..."