Its short again guys! Sorry! Its more of a filler than a chapter I guess, but i'm still counting it as a chapter. The next one will definitely be longer I promise! and more glee members will be mentioned.
Kurt was speechless. That was the only way to describe it. He had no words to speak, not thoughts to process, everything just froze. Noah continued to sob uncontrollably on his shoulder, ruining his Alexander McQueen sweater, but Kurt was far from caring. Noah had had someone close to him get...raped. He had, had this happen twice. Two people he cared for were raped. Kurt and his sister. Just then a thought sprung to his mind. "Noah," he spoke softly, "C-can I ask you something? You don't have to answer if you dont want to." Puck looked up at Kurt expectantly, already knowing the question, but waiting for him to verbalize it before he answered. "Were... were you raped too?" he managed to get out, his voice cracking on the dreaded word, the one he never wantedto hear again. Noah hung his head, pausing before gently nodding his head, never looking up from the floor.
Both boys had lost the ability to speak, they just sat there quietly, not touching, but only about half an inch apart. Noah had glanced up at Kurt just once, only to find the boy staring straight ahead, eyes wide with understanding. He hadn't been able to look at him long, because when Kurt had felt his gaze and turned to look at him, and the empathy in those eyes made him glance back towards the floor.
"Noah," Kurt spoke after what seemed like hours of silence, "I don-...I th-...Thank you." He smiled at the large teen, who was now looking at him with red puffy eyes, his face now tearless, and a small smile curving at the corner of his mouth. "I don't think there's anything wrong with you," he said, answering the jock's rhetorical question from earlier, "I think for once... everything's right." The jock's face formed into a breathtaking smile before the large boy broke out into laughter. "You tell anyone about this Hummel," he joked " I will noogie you so bad that you will never be able to fix your hair."
Puck broke out into a second bout of laughter at Kurt's highly offended expression, actually flopping onto his back and curling into a ball. Kurt, at seeing Puck let loose, cracked a smile and laughed along with him, eventually laying next to Puck on the floor, their shoulders and thighs lightly touching. "You know kid," Puck said smiling at the blue-green eyes that were intently gazing back at him, "I kind of like your hair."