A/N: I got at least one review asking me for a summer chapter, so here it goes! Hope you like it. This is, as well as the summer chapter, also sort of a flashback-chapter, to a Puckurt childhood moment, so I hope you like that. The school system in the states is pretty foreign to me, though, so I have no idea how the first day in elementary school is for American kids. So the first part of this chapter was very much inspired by my own experience there.

Text in italics is a dream and flashback from the rape Kurt went through. It's quite graphic, so feel free to skip it if you feel like it.

Otherwise; 'enjoy'!

Kurt remembered very well the first time he saw Puck. It was the first day of elementary school. His mother took him and his father. He remembered being nervous, and feeling like he stuck out way too much. He'd always had his thing for clothes, and seeing as all the other kids in school apparently didn't know how to dress, Kurt felt almost alienated there. He had to smile as he remembered how he had been hiding behind his mother the whole time they were standing in the gymnastic hall, waiting for the teachers to come out and introduce themselves.

The teacher eventually showed up, and the ones who were supposed to be in her class followed her to their represented classroom.

The classroom was split into two tables. Kurt sat down at a random seat, and that was when he noticed him. Or, he noticed his mother first. She looked tired, like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. She was dressed in a beige sundress with white flowers. Then he noticed the boy. He had short hair and was bigger than most of the other guys in their class. He could easily go for a second or third grader.

Kurt had no idea why, and he to this day had no clue, but the boy came over to him and sat down beside him. He let out his hand. "Noah," he'd said. He didn't go by Puck back then yet. That started in middle school.

Kurt had nervously shaken his hand and introduced himself as well. They got the mission to draw something they liked. Kurt had made a drawing on his family in front of a big house. Noah had just been sitting there, watching his drawing with wide eyes. "Wow," he had said, - "You're good."

Kurt had blushed a little, smiled and thanked him. That was when he looked over to the bigger boy's paper only to find it still plain blank. "Aren't you gonna draw anything?" he'd asked. Not a good idea starting school not following the lessons from day one.

Noah shrugged. "I can't draw," he'd said.

"Sure you can," Kurt had prompted, - "Isn't there anything you like?"

Noah had just looked at him in silence, a somewhat sad, but emptier expression resting on his features.

"Don't you like your family?" Kurt had asked, naively.

Noah had shrugged again vaguely, and Kurt's mouth had opened and closed dumbfounded a couple of times. Then he had looked over to Noah's parents. His mother was standing still, beside a large man, who looked very displeased. Almost angry. Kurt had shuddered the moment he saw him. He must've been Noah's father.

"Come on," Kurt had just smiled, - "There's got to be something."

At that moment Kurt's mom, Elizabeth, had come up to them. "Time to finish up now, Kurt," she'd said, running a warm hand through Kurt's hair, - "Daddy and I need to fill out some papers and then we can go home. You'll be back here tomorrow, you know."

She planted a kiss on her son's head, and Noah regarded her a little enviously. Kurt had a warm and loving mother, who cared for him more than she could ever care for herself, or even for his father.

"I just gotta help Noah with something," Kurt explained.

Elizabeth had smiled, and looked over to where Noah was seated. "Hi," she had smiled, and Noah noticed that she had the same blue-green eyes as her son. Then her eyes flickered to his still empty, blank paper. "Aren't you gonna draw anything, Noah?" she'd asked.

Before Noah could say anything, Kurt had explained: "Noah can't come up with anything that he likes."

Noah was somewhat angry with Kurt for spilling that. It was meant to be a secret, after all. Luckily Elizabeth just looked at him and asked: "Well, if there isn't anything you like right now, there might be something you wish for?"

Noah had looked at her for a few seconds, before he started drawing. Elizabeth just smiled. "Thought so," she'd said, - "Five more minutes, Kurt." And then she had walked off.

Kurt had regarded Noah's drawing, and when he was finished, they found a drawing quite similar to Kurt's. It was a drawing of Noah and his family. They were all smiling. "What do you wish for?" Kurt asked somewhat confused.

"I wish for a happy family," Noah answered emptily. He still didn't look happy. Kurt looked behind him to find that Noah's father was heading towards them. Boy, was he terrifying.

"I think your father wants to take you home now," he said.

Noah suddenly tensed beside him, a new expression, other than emptiness, evident on his features. Something quite similar to fear.

"Get up, Noah, we're going home," his father said, his voice hard and rough.

Noah nodded rapidly, folded his drawing and put it in his bag. "Hurry," his father nagged. Kurt thought it sounded like a punch whenever he spoke.

Noah's father had a firm hold on his son's arm now, as he dragged him along with him. "Bye Noah," Kurt said carefully.

"Bye," Noah answered.

Noah and Kurt somehow kept further in touch after this, but they never became good friends. By the end of elementary school, Puck began enjoying tearing people down. Everyone knew the boy had a lot on his plate, but it didn't really, to them, make up for all the bad stuff he did.

Puck and Kurt didn't become friends until Puck joined Glee, many years later. And the rest his history.

PKPK

Kurt thought back at the memory. He was getting ready for a trip to the beach with his boyfriend, who would be picking him up any minute now. Kurt took one final glance in the mirror, pleased with his appearance.

He took a deep breath. How did it all come to this? How did those two innocent children get caught up with two vicious bastards who only brought them into the deep and kept them there, making sure they didn't escape?

Somehow you could say they were two damaged people, really. Both of them had been torn down by something or someone that was supposed to mean something to them. And these two damaged people still found each other, and were capable of loving each other.

It didn't make sense. None of this did. In another life, in another universe, Kurt and Blaine would have been soul-mates, and Puck would find his luck with Quinn or just like the free sex shark he was.

But it didn't turn out that way, and Kurt was glad.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

"I'm here. U ready?"

He smiled foolishly. How could anyone even be so in love? It wasn't reasonable.

"Bye dad, going to the beach!" he yelled after his father, who was seated at the porch with Carole.

"You are?" Burt asked confused. Seeing Noah Puckerman's car in his driveway, and realizing he wasn't there to pick up Finn, but Kurt instead, he got kind of bewildered to what the hell was going.

"Yeah…?" Kurt asked. What the hell was wrong now? Oh shit… The driveway! And the porch…!

"With Puckerman?"

Kurt could hear his father's step coming closer to the living room, and approaching the hallway now.

"Yeah…," Kurt quickly made up a lie: "We're picking up Mercedes on the way as well. Puck knows this great beach somewhere and he'll take us there."

Kurt really didn't like lying to his father, about anything, he had already spent too much of his life being dishonest with him, but he did this for Puck's sake. Seriously, words went incredibly fast in Lima, and not only would Burt hunt Puck down with his shotgun if he found out the truth, but he would, in rage, go to his mother immediately and tell her that if his son in any way hurt him, then he would kill him in a very demeaning and torturous way. It was a possibility at least. And Kurt didn't want to take any chances.

Burt eyed him suspiciously. "And Finn isn't going with you, because…?"

"He has a thing with Rachel," Kurt said without thinking, praying to something he didn't believe in that it was true.

Burt's suspicious look didn't leave until Carole approached them. "Come on, Burt," she said, rolling her eyes a bit at her husband's protectiveness, - "I know Puck very well, and he has grown a lot during the past two years. Let the kids have fun, Burt."

She gave Kurt a quick wink, making him a little scared that she knew something for a second.

Burt hesitantly retired to the porch with his wife, and Kurt ran up to Finn's room, not bothering to look. Finn wasn't scared of him anymore anyway.

"Finn," he said, as soon as he was inside his room.

"Dude, what the hell?" Finn asked, as he threw his iPhone across the room. Kurt took it that he sent his angry bird flying to shit directions.

"I need you to cover for me," Kurt said.

"Again?"

It wasn't the first time Finn had had to cover for Kurt when he would be going out with Puck.

"It's serious Finn," Kurt explained, - "Puck's in the driveway. Dad and Carole have seen him, and I'm about seventy percent sure Carole knows something."

"Okay, okay…," Finn said, - "I will cover for you. What do you want me to say?"

"Go out with Rachel today," Kurt said, - "Invite her over. I told my dad you have a thing with her today."

Finn frowned. "What if she doesn't have the time today?"

"Then just say it was a change of plans, but tell them you don't want to go to the beach."

"Dude, I don't even like the beach," Finn said even more confused.

"Perfect," Kurt said, - "Thank you, Finn."

And then he was out.

PKPKPKPK

"What took you so long?" Puck asked, mock-offended as Kurt entered his car and they drove off.

Kurt gave a sigh. "My dad," he said, - "He's suspicious."

"Oh," Puck nodded understandingly, - "You know," he continued, giving a light cough, - "I mean, if it would be easier for you, you could just tell him. I seriously doubt he will tell my mother…"

"My father would hunt you down with a shotgun," Kurt said, and Puck laughed.

Kurt got back to the serious note again. "I know," he said, - "I know it would be easier for me, but I don't want to take any chances."

Puck grinned. "I'll live, you know," he said.

Kurt shrugged. "Still don't take any chances."

They drove in silence for a couple of minutes, listening to random summer hits on the radio. Puck had his sunglasses on, seeing as the sun was blinding them both. They drove until they reached a gas station… Correction: The gas station.

"What are we doing here?" Kurt asked rapidly.

Puck looked at him with a frown. "Buying some snacks for…" and then realization dawned on him – "Oh fuck," he muttered, - "Kurt I'm so sorry."

Kurt shook his head. "It's fine," he said.

"Hell no," Puck took off his sunglasses, - "Kurt, I'm really sorry I brought you here. We'll find some grocery store in Westerville instead. We can…"

"No," Kurt stopped him gently, putting his hand in his, interlacing their fingers together, - "No, it's fine. I might need this."

Puck took a deep breath. "You sure?" he asked, and Kurt had never seen a more caring expression on the jock's features.

He nodded and squeezed his hand a bit tighter. "Yeah," he said, - "Yeah, I'm sure."

They got out of the car ever so slowly. Puck didn't want to admit it, and he sure as hell would never admit it to Kurt, but even though Kurt might've been okay with this or need it or whatever, he wasn't sure if he would be ready for it. He wasn't very good with words, but nothing in this world could ever describe just how much he loved the petite boy beside him.

Kurt practically ran over to him, and clung to his arm. Puck looked at the hilarity of the situation; they were entering a fairly ordinary gas station as if they were heading for war.

"I love you, baby," Puck reminded the boy beside him. He felt the countertenor cling even tighter to him at that remark.

"I love you too," he said, - "Thanks for staying with me."

"Always, princess."

The gas station didn't look any different from any other gas station, as far as Puck was concerned. Besides, he had been here a thousand times, even since he heard of what happened to Kurt there. But he wasn't the sharpest, and he hadn't been able to put two and two together. Everything looked different in hindsight.

As they entered the gas station, there was a stairway to the left, heading towards a basement. At this sight, Kurt clung so hard to Puck's arm, Puck was sure it would take a long while before his blood there started flowing freely again. Still, he just stroked the back of the smaller boy.

"We can just go now, you know," he said, - "We don't have to be here."

Kurt pointed to the stairway. "Down there," he said, - "That was where…"

"That was where he raped you," Puck stated. He wasn't really thinking, but it didn't matter much. He knew Kurt was content with what had been done. He just wasn't capable of saying it here and now himself.

Kurt nodded slowly, releasing his hold on Puck's arm a little. "Sorry," he said, rubbing the spot where his grip had been.

Puck gave a sigh. "Nothing to be sorry for, Princess." He wrapped his arm firmly around the boy's shoulders as they walked in. they bought two bags of chips and one plate of chocolate. "I'll never forgive you for letting me eat all this junk you're feeding me," Kurt said.

"You'd look gorgeous at any size," Puck commented, - "It won't hurt."

Kurt rolled his eyes as he grabbed two bottles of coke. What had he become?

They paid for their food and drinks and walked outside. Kurt shivered and got a little closer to Puck as they walked by the stairway, but that was all that happened. They got into Puck's car and Puck let out a deep breath as he got behind the steering wheel. He looked like he was about to say something. He went for it:

"What that asshole did to you…," he said, looking over to his boyfriend, just to see if he was in the mood to talk about it. He got a look of approval, so he continued: "That wasn't sex… You know that, right?"

Kurt shrugged. "The techniques are the same… But I know."

Puck shook his head. "No," he said, - "They're not the same either. They're similar but not the same. I won't hurt you."

The last comment wasn't really meant to be said out loud, but what the hell? Puck was a pretty impulsive guy after all.

Kurt looked at him for a second. "Of course," Puck continued, - "It's probably gonna hurt a little, what do I know? But it's gonna be completely different when it's not forced… Look, I'm not trying to push you into anything; I just want you to know that…"

He was cut off by the brunette's lips on his in a firm but loving kiss. "I know," he simply said, - "I want to do all that with you. One day."

Puck nodded and grabbed the boy in for yet another kiss. It was pretty ironic, really. That there, in a shitty town called Lima, Ohio, on a very dark and dreaded place for the boys, they were having one of the most loving moment of their relationship. And nothing hurt.

PKPKPKPKPKPKPKPK

They had brought towels this time, meaning they didn't need any jackets to sit on at the beach. Puck started pulling off his shirt and Kurt just sat back down, shamelessly admiring the firm muscles of his boyfriend's chest and arms. "Like what you see, babe?" Puck asked, and Kurt just blushed and looked away slightly, only to be looking back five seconds later. Puck gave a chuckle, before he unbuckled his belt so he was just in his boxers. Kurt's eyes widened at his package. Damn, was his boyfriend well-packing! And it didn't scare him, like some of the packages in 'those movies' had done. Rather the opposite. This was really freaking turning him on. "Wow," he mouthed, hoping his boyfriend didn't notice. If he did, he didn't react further.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, and Kurt wouldn't mind if he left that towel right there on the ground. This was getting good. But no. Puck had it wrapped around his waist, and he stripped out of his regular boxers and put on the ones he'd be going swimming in. not leaving Kurt as much as a glance at what he was equipped with.

Kurt's mind was rambling. In one way he couldn't wait to get the boy naked, and have him make love to him. In fact, he wouldn't, under completely normal, inexperienced circumstances, mind doing it right then and there. But it was that little instinct that held him back. The little instinct that some fucked up stranger had put on his young shoulders when he was fifteen years old. He wanted to scream by the thought of it. Why couldn't he even have this? Just this? Just the ability of being intimate with his boyfriend without it causing any drama? But of course not. He couldn't be that lucky either.

Puck put his towel down, folded it out and lay down on it. he looked over to his boyfriend who was in the process of undressing in front of him. Damn, he thought, - Am I lucky or what?

He was glad he was wearing sunglasses, or else he would have looked absolutely ridiculous right now. He watched as his boyfriend took off his shirt, just to reveal a pale, quite muscular chest. Puck licked his lips slightly. Was it just him or did his boyfriend grow some muscle every single time he got a glimpse of him shirtless?

He continued glaring as the boy stripped off his jeans, only to be seen in some really tight boxers that he would be going swimming in. Damn, were they tight. They embraced his ass perfectly as well as his package. Holy shit, his penis looked big… Especially for such a small guy. Puck was so happy he was wearing sunglasses right now.

Kurt blushed a little and sat down on his towel, right beside his boyfriend. Puck pulled him closer, so he could rest at his chest. He then grabbed the first bag of chips, and opened it. They devoured it, not really having realized how hungry they both had been all day. Neither of them had had any breakfast that day.

"I hate you for doing this to me," Kurt said, sort of repeating his words from earlier that day.

Puck just grinned and delivered a soft kiss to his neck. "Know what the suckiest combination in the world is?" he asked.

"What?"

"You and weight-loss." He started nibbling on his boyfriend's neck, who cocked his head slightly to the right, to give him better access.

"I hate you," he murmured.

"Love you too."

They sat like that for a while, before Puck said: "I'm serious though. It is a sucky combination. Remember when Sylvester put you on that diet or when Karofsky was bothering you. You hardly ate anything. Your ass looks so much better when you've been eating some."

Kurt turned to look at him just so he could roll his eyes at him. "Sure Puck," he said.

"You know I'm right."

Kurt was about to argue, but Puck beat him to it: "Wanna go swimming?"

Kurt gave a slight smile. "Sure."

They got into the water. Having taken a bath in April, the water didn't feel nearly as cold as it might have been. Puck, ever the badass, threw himself in and started swimming.

"Get in, Mr. Hummel," Puck teased, as he wiggled his legs in Kurt's direction, causing a small waterfall to wash over his boyfriend. Kurt let out a squeak but then he started laughing.

"'Mr. Hummel?'" he asked, - "That reminds me of my dad!"

An uncomfortable expression made itself known on Puck's face. "Remind me to never call you that again," he said.

"Noted."

By that Kurt slowly dove into the water and started swimming. He was an excellent underwater-swimmer and before Puck had even noticed he had started swimming, he felt someone tickle him.

"What the hell?"

He grabbed his boyfriend and lifted him, quite easily, up from underwater and took him off guard immediately, pressing his lips softly against him and pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "You look so fucking fantastic," he muttered, - "With your hair all wet like that and…" He couldn't say more as his mouth was too busy working on Kurt's, and his hands were too busy roaming the smaller boy's hair.

They stood there like that, making out until they lost their balance and fell onto the water again. When they got up they were both in a huge fit of laughter, without really having any idea why. As they were right by the shore, Puck wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him closer. He pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you," he whispered, in that oh-so-sexy, deep voice of his.

Kurt responded to his statement by pulling him in for yet another heated kiss. Puck, obviously, deepened it even more. Right then a big wave came crushing towards them, knocking them to the bottom of the ocean. Luckily they were almost completely up on the beach again by then; the water just coming to them with a wave every once in a while.

Kurt was laying on his back with Puck on top of him. Puck had his face cupped in his hands. "You're adorable," he said, roaming his hands through his boyfriend's hair for a second, before yet another make-out session occurred between the two of them.

PKPK

Quinn was throwing a pool party. Despite everything, Puck had to admit he loved her rich mom. Who was quite hot. Not that she would be there… Oh hell… They had a pool and Quinn had a hot mom. What if he…? No, wait. Realization hit him. He'd known Quinn's mom since before he lost his virginity. Thank God.

The entire Glee club was connected at her party, all dressed in several types of bathing suites. Brittany and Santana were laying together on a big water mattress they had found in Quinn's garage. Quinn was sitting in a chair, bathing herself in the sun. She didn't look particularly happy, but who could really blame her, losing her boyfriend so quickly? Finn and Rachel were sitting on the edge of the pool, making out. That seemed to be all they ever did since they got together.

Mike, Tina and Artie were playing some weird ball game with the world's biggest beach ball, Artie sitting on the edge of the pool, while Tina and Mike were in it. It seemed like they laughed more than played with the ball though.

Puck, Kurt, Sam and Mercedes were also taking a sunbath, on the opposite side of Quinn. "You know, this is cool," Sam said, - "This. Just hanging around, relaxing. Gives a good break from all the family drama."

Kurt and Mercedes looked sympathetic, while Puck, who really wasn't able to pull of the sympathetic look for anyone but Kurt and his family, just gave a small, encouraging nod, and then a blunt: "That sucks, man."

Mercedes put a hand on Sam's arm. "At least we got each other through all of this," she gave an encouraging smile. Puck and Kurt engaged a small look, all-too-well knowing of that feeling.

Sam looked a little out-of-place right then. "Mercedes, there is something I need to tell you," he said.

Mercedes looked confused, and then gave Puck and Kurt a look that only Kurt knew. "We'll leave you two alone," he said, but Sam stopped him.

"No," he said, - "It's OK if you hear this."

Kurt slowly got down in his chair again. Sam continued: "My family might have to move to Connecticut."

Kurt's eyes widened as they were filled with concern for Mercedes. Mercedes' look was somewhat similar, but she looked more devastated. Puck was a little dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say. He decided to shut up.

"I'm so sorry, 'Cedes," Sam said, - "We can still keep in touch, you know. I wouldn't wanna leave you for anything."

Mercedes gave a slight smile before she pecked Sam on the lips. "Yeah, we can try," she said, but Kurt knew she didn't wholeheartedly mean it.

In a little too happy-go-lucky voice, she said: "Gotta go check on Quinn."

Shutting her eyes, trying to repress everything she had just heard, she walked over to where Quinn was seated, sunglasses well placed to cover her eyes, and her head tipped towards the sun, her legs crossed. She sat very still, and Mercedes for a second thought she had fallen asleep, but when she slowly sat up and her head warily turned in Mercedes' direction.

"Hey Quinn," Mercedes said, a little too softly for her to be completely okay.

Quinn smiled a little wider and took off her sunglasses. She still didn't look entirely happy. "Hey," she said, equally as softly. There was a break before Quinn broke the silence: "Is everything okay over there?" She looked over to where Puck, Sam and Kurt sat, and noticed they all looked almost as solemn as she probably did now.

Mercedes shrugged. "Sam's moving to Connecticut as soon as the school year begins," she said, a sad smile resting on her lips.

Quinn sat up more contently and looked at Mercedes. "Mercedes, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice almost a whisper. She reached out a hand for her friend, who accepted it.

Mercedes shrugged. "I'll manage," she said, - "I always do."

"But it shouldn't have to be that way," she said, - "You are always the one who has to manage on your own. It's not fair."

Mercedes' smile widened a bit at her friend's selflessness. Whoever said Quinn was nothing more than a selfish bitch with rich white girl problems should really redefine their way of thinking. "How are you doing?" she asked.

Quinn shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I don't know," she said, - "I don't know what I'm doing anymore… Or who I am."

Mercedes knew it took a lot of guts from Quinn to admit that, and she also knew she was probably the only one she would ever admit that to. So she just squeezed her hand.

"Wanna come hang with us?" she asked, cocking her head in the boys' direction.

Quinn gave a weak smile, then a nod. "Yeah, I'd like that," she said, as she dizzily got up from her chair and walked over to the guys.

"Hey Quinn," Sam approached, and Quinn was glad he didn't seem bitter that she cheated on him anymore, - "How you doing?"

Quinn gave a shrug as if asking why she wouldn't be doing fine. "I'm good," she said, but the boys knew it was a lie. "How about you?" Quinn hurried to ask, - "Hear you're moving to Connecticut." She looked a little confused.

"Yeah," Sam said, dragging his hand through his hair, - "Better chances of getting jobs there. Not that I wanna go."

Quinn nodded understandingly, and then her eyes flickered to Kurt and Puck. She smiled, and this time it seemed quite real. "And how about you two?" she asked.

"How about us?" Puck asked, a teasing grin resting on his features.

Quinn crossed her arms and pointed to Puck. "Is he still being a gentleman?" she asked Kurt.

Sam gave a chuckle as if he couldn't believe it. That was when Kurt remembered that the boys all thought he and Puck had slept together, while the girls had gotten to know that they hadn't. Boy, this was gonna be trouble one day. They would dwell on that later though.

Kurt just nodded. Quinn gave a nod, and she looked a little surprised. "Go figure," she said, - "Who'd have known?"

"Jealous?" Puck asked, nodding in Kurt's direction, the same grin resting on his features.

"You have no idea," Quinn said sarcastically, suddenly feeling a little better.

PKPKPKPKPKPKPK

Quinn invited Sam, Kurt, Puck and Mercedes to stay the night at her place. They rigged in two giant mattresses in her living room. Puck and Kurt lay down on one and Mercedes and Sam lay down on another one. Quinn settled for the couch.

As they were all in their pajamas and under the covers, they almost immediately fell asleep.

PKPKPKPKPKPK

"Strip for me."

The voice was harsh and rough. Kurt was terrified as he, shakily started to unbutton his shirt. The man before him stood a head taller than him, with a sly grin on his features. He licked his lips seductively at the sight of the young boy in front of him.

As Kurt removed his shirt, the man took a step forward. He was now close enough that, if he reached his arm out all the way, he would be able to touch him. The thought terrified Kurt beyond belief. Sure, he knew what would happen, but he still had the hope.

"What are you waiting for?" the man asked, a little more firmly, but he still kept the calm tone of his voice, - "Your pants as well."

Kurt didn't know when he had started crying, but he by now felt tears falling freely from his eyes. His hands were shaking even more violently now, but he started removing his boots, unbuttoning his pants, dragged them down to his knees, and slipped them off. The cold air hit his exposed body, and a soft sob escaped him as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself.

He didn't open his eyes before he felt the man's hands on his arms, gently… gently… pulling them from his body. "Hey, let me look at you," the man said. He stood there for a few seconds, just inspecting the teen's body.

Then it was like he couldn't contain himself anymore; as if he was a drug-addict who finally got his drugs back right before withdrawal. He grabbed the back of the boy's head harshly and started sucking on his neck. Kurt let out another sob, but as the man grabbed him roughly and led him towards a table that had been placed in the middle of the room, he went stunned. This was really happening…

He could still feel the tears, but he didn't know how to take action against anything anymore. He was letting this happen… Why was he letting this happen?

The man bended him over the table. Even though he didn't look behind him, he knew the man was there, regarding him, watching him as he was face down, ass up in front of him. He let out a gasp as he felt hands on his waist, and his boxers came off. "No," he begged, - "No, please don't do this…"

He let out another sob as the man started touching him; starting at his waist, before moving down between his legs, squeezing his penis gently. Kurt bit his lip from screaming in a mixture of shame and horror as he felt himself going hard at the man's touches. Why was this turning him on?

The man fondled him a little more, stroking up and down his shaft, and Kurt could feel his erection through his pants, already pressing against his ass. "No," he whimpered, - "No, please."

"Shut up, faggot!" the man hissed, stroking him harder, - "Look," he said, - "You're enjoying this."

Kurt could just shake his head and sob into the table. He started screaming when he heard a zipper go down behind him. Moments after he felt something hard and warm press against his entrance. "No, please," he yelled, - "Don't do this, please…"

He felt a burning ache as the man put one finger inside him. "Shut up," the man hissed again. "You're gonna love this soon enough."

He added another finger and another one, making Kurt scream out in pain. It already felt as if his body was ripped in two. How was he possibly gonna handle all of him?

He felt the man crook his fingers inside of him, despite the pain, adding to the arousal. "I'm gonna throw up…," he whimpered.

"Oh," the man soothed, - "I don't think so."

He let his free hand go to the boy's manhood again, feeling the hardness that had been forming. "God, you're already nice and hard for me, aren't you?" he whispered in the boy's ear, - "You really want me to fuck that tight ass, right?"

"No, please…," Kurt begged, - "No, anything but that!"

"Well, that's the anything I want, love," the man whispered, before he grabbed a good hold of the boy's hips, lined himself up against his entrance and pushed in with a force.

Kurt let out a painful yell as his legs failed underneath him. The man gave a hard smack to his backside, forcing him to stand again. That was when he started thrusting. Kurt was crying the whole time, cursing his body for still reacting to the molestation.

He man had a hold on his penis again, pumping him with a force. Kurt let out a horrified yelp as he realized he had been pushing back against him. "Please, stop," he whispered, - "Please."

"Shut up you fucking slut!" the man yelled, - "Don't tell me you don't love this. Oh god… Yes.!" He was moaning incoherent words now. "I'm not gonna be much longer, I want you to come with me."

Kurt let out a long scream as he felt his muscles clenching as he toppled over the edge. "No... Ohh god… No, no, no…!"

"No! Please…"

"Ssh… Kurt, baby, it's okay, I'm right here…"

Kurt's eyes flew open as he found himself in the strong hold of Noah Puckerman, his boyfriend, hearing his soothing voice and feeling his soft breath against his skin. "Baby…"

Puck looked into the eyes of his boyfriend and cupped his face. "Are you okay?"

Kurt nodded vaguely. "Yeah," he said, - "I was just having a nightmare…"

Puck nodded, and it wasn't until then that Kurt realized he was holding onto the bigger boy for the life of him. And Puck was holding onto him. Kurt nuzzled into his boyfriend's neck before slowly pulling away and lying down under the covers again.

"Was it about…?" Puck asked, but he didn't need to say more. Kurt nodded.

"Yeah," he said, - "It was."

Puck nodded solemnly and pulled his boyfriend closer. "Want me to get you anything?"

Kurt looked at him with pleading eyes. "Stay with me?"

Puck was badass enough to admit that his heart broke a little at that sentence. "Of course, baby," he said, as he wrapped his arms around the brunette, determined not to fall asleep until he did.

Right as he noticed Kurt's eyes flicker and realized his mind was drifting, he heard the raspy voice of one Quinn Fabray: "What's happening?"

Damn, why did she have to be such a light-sleeper? Kurt opened his eyes, looking around warily. "Kurt, you were crying in your sleep," she said, as if that explained something.

"Yeah…," Kurt said, - "Bad dream."

Quinn sat up on the couch. "That didn't sound like just any bad dream," she said a bit hesitantly. She inhaled deeply and let out a breath. "Kurt, I went to a lot of meetings for young mothers when I was pregnant… I've heard stories, Kurt, of how it's like when you've been…" She stopped herself, realization suddenly hitting her… It couldn't be. Her instincts couldn't be right. Not Kurt… She had to ask.

"Kurt, I am gonna ask you this once, and I will know if you lie," she said, taking another breath, - "Did anyone molest you?"

She asked as carefully as possible, praying it wasn't true, praying she was wrong. But seeing Puck's mortified facial expression, an expression she had never before seen on his features, she knew she'd been right. And that thought caused a few tears to fall from her eyes, which she wiped away rapidly. Kurt just looked at her. "How did you know?" he asked.

Her voice was shaking. "I…," she said, - "Some of the mother, they'd been… Kurt, when did this happen?"

Kurt was grateful she was still whispering. "Freshman year," he said, - "I don't need therapy or anything, it's not like I think about it all the time. It just happens occasionally, like any bad memory… Just worse…"

Quinn nodded slowly, before she got off the couch and wrapped the boy into a hug, which he returned. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, - "Who did it?"

"A former costumer of his dad's," Puck explained, knowing Kurt didn't really need to talk right now, - "He's in jail now. They caught him 'bout a year later."

"I'll kill him," Quinn said, and Puck jumped a little. It was the first time he had ever heard such a strong and brutal statement from his wholesome ex-girlfriend.

Kurt gave a chuckle. "You'll need to join Puck and Finn on that mission," he said. Quinn looked like she thought for a while, before she just gave a slow nod.

"Ok," she said, before she slowly got up and into the kitchen. "I'm gonna get myself some ice tea," she said, - "I'm not gonna be able to sleep anymore tonight anyway. You two go back to bed, though."

The boys looked hesitant for a second, before Puck lay down and pulled Kurt along with him. "You okay?" he asked.

Kurt looked at him. "At least I will be," he said.

Puck sighed and nuzzled into his neck, softly and lovingly. "That's all I can ask," he said, before they got content on the mattress again and fell asleep.

A/N: OK, So I end the chapter here. We will see a little more from Puck and Kurt's summer vacation in the next chapter, as well as it will be the "Purple Piano Project" episode. Hope you liked this!