A/N: Here comes the second summer chapter, which also kind of is the "The Purple Piano Project" chapter. Quinn will not be going through her rebellious façade, because I didn't feel like it would be necessary. This is an AU after all. There are some shockers in this chapter, and the chapter is also really short compared to the others that I've written. I will update sooner this time, though. Anyway; hope you enjoy!

I am so thrilled the hiatus is finally over! "Big Brother" was a good episode. Loved the Puckurt-ness of it.

Kurt and Puck had agreed to babysit Puck's younger sister Sarah a couple of days before going back to school. Their mother had told them she was going on this thing with some people from work.

"Bullshit," Puck had muttered to Kurt as he asked him to come over. He knew Santana was right that asking people to babysit with you not only was super-90's but also totally lame, but hell. Kurt was good with children, and besides, he was his boyfriend. They spent time together. That was what they did.

They put Sarah to bed that night after having been up with her until far past bed time to watch Disney movies. Of course Kurt sang along to every single song, and Puck found it too insanely adorable to be true. Again: When the hell did he become this person?

As they had put Sarah to bed, they went over to Puck's room. "My bed's smaller than yours," Puck commented, looking over to his boyfriend who was starting his moisturizing routine, - "That OK?"

Kurt looked over to him and smiled. "Of course," he said. He finished his moisturizing routine, quickly changed to his pajamas and got into bed with Puck under the covers. He snuggled up closely, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. He grabbed his hand and ran his fingers smoothly up and down his arm. "It's not that I'm uncomfortable with you," he explained after a while, - "It's just that I'm not ready. You're the only person I want to be intimate with…"

Puck nodded and wrapped his arms around the countertenor. "I know that," he said, - "And it's still no pressure. It never is and it never will be."

Kurt gave a sigh and got comfortable on the sheets, now able to look into the eyes of the handsome man beside him. "I just wish I was able to do it now…," he confessed, - "Because part of me wants to, but I just… I can't bring myself to it or something."

"Hey," Puck said softly, resting his hand on Kurt's cheek for a moment, - "No pressure. Take your time."

Kurt nodded slowly, before bringing Puck's hand to his lips. "You mean everything to me, you know that?" he said.

Puck grinned slightly, before kissing the top of his boyfriend's head. "Right back, princess."

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They were awoken by 4 am the next morning, by the sound of a beer bottle hitting the wall right beside him.

"The hell?" Puck barely had time to wipe the sleep out of his eyes before he realized what was happening: A beer bottle had hit the wall and his mom was standing in the doorway. His doorway. And he was resting in his bed, shirtless, with his arms still around Kurt.

Fuck.

"Oh shit," he muttered, ready to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" his mother yelled, as he stormed pass her towards Sarah's room.

"I'm going to check on Sarah because you are too fucking drunk to do it," Puck said angrily.

"You are not going anywhere, Noah Puckerman!" his mother yelled after him. Kurt walked up to her, putting his arms on hers, trying to get her into bed, but she shook him off.

"Don't touch me, you fucking faggot!" she yelled at him, and Puck came back rather quickly, having noticed that Sarah still was fast asleep. Thank god she was a heavy sleeper.

"Mom," he said, even more angry than before, grabbing a firm hold on her arms and leading her towards her bedroom against her will, - "You are going to bed now."

He looked over to Kurt. "You OK?" he asked gently. Kurt just nodded and mouthed 'I'm fine'. He was more worried how his boyfriend was doing right now, to be honest.

Puck led his mother towards her bed, tucked her in under the covers, firmly but gently, and put her on her side. "Now you stay in that position, OK?" he said, an angry tone still resting in his voice, - "No laying on your back, that might kill you."

He went to get a bucket, which he placed beside her bed. "If you have to throw up, use this," he said. It was apparent he had done this before, and that thought scared Kurt a little. He felt bad for not having asked Puck enough how life was at his home. He had figured it wasn't normal by any means, but Puck hadn't exactly talked about it a lot either.

Not that he had been completely oblivious, of course. He knew his father had been abusive, and that his mom was drinking a lot, but seeing it made it all so much realer.

"What has he done to you, Noah?" his mother whined, pointing at Kurt.

Puck looked at her for a few moments, contemplating whether or not to remove the bucket or flip her over on her back after all. "Screw this," he said, walking out of the room.

Kurt followed him back to his room. When Puck had sat down in his bed again, Kurt was still standing in the doorway, right where Puck's mother had stood just a few minutes ago.

Puck looked at him, and gave away the best grin he could manage. Kurt knew it wasn't real. "You can come back here, you know," Puck said, - "I won't bite… Unless you want me to."

Kurt managed a soft chuckle as he got back on the bed with Puck, sitting with his back resting against the pillows. He grabbed Puck's hand. "I'm really sorry," he said.

Puck looked at him and squeezed his hand. He nodded vaguely. "Me too," he said.

"Guess you're in a lot of trouble now, huh?" Kurt asked.

Puck shrugged. "Maybe," he said, - "If we're lucky she won't remember it tomorrow."

Kurt frowned a little. "But if she doesn't…," he said, allowing himself to push, - "What will happen?"

Puck shook his head. "I don't know," he said, - "Worst comes the worst, she kicks me out."

Kurt nodded vaguely. "And that's not bothering you?" he asked in disbelief.

"Of course it's bothering me!" Puck said a little more impulsive than he had wanted it to be. He calmed down a little. "It is, it's just… It's a softer version of what was with my dad, I guess. Just another parent tossing me aside. The one I am worried about is Sarah. She needs her brother."

Kurt looked at him, before he rested his head on his shoulder. "It shouldn't be that way," he said, - "With your parents, I mean…"

Puck shook his head and tucked his boyfriend closer. "But it is that way," he said, - "Nothing I can do about it."

"We will figure something out," Kurt assured, - "When it comes to Sarah."

Puck planted a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.

Neither of them said much more that early morning, but neither of them got much sleep either.

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By nine am the next morning the boys finally dared to go out of Puck's bedroom. Puck knew his mother always was up by that time after having been drinking. He was rather surprised his mother hadn't come into their room after her hysterical outburst earlier that morning. Maybe they had gotten lucky after all; maybe she had forgotten all about it.

Puck decided they'd go in to check on Sarah first. She was still in her bed, but she wasn't asleep. "Hey baby girl," he said softly, as he approached her bedside. He pulled her hair away from her eyes, - "Couldn't sleep?"

Usually his sister slept until noon on the weekends. "Mom is always so angry," Sarah said, causing Puck to let out a frustrated sigh.

"I know," he said, - "I know." He knew his sister was bright for her age. She completely understood what caused her mom's anger all the time. He was glad he didn't have to explain anything to her.

"You're always gonna stay with me, right?" she asked her brother.

Puck looked over to Kurt, emotion stinging in his eyes. Kurt knew he was caught in the dilemma between potentially lying to his sister and breaking her heart.

"Yes, honey," Kurt promised the little girl, - "Noah is always gonna stay with you."

She nodded vaguely, but both boys could tell she didn't believe them. Puck got up from her bedside and walked out with his boyfriend. "Thank you," he said as soon as they were outside.

"Don't mention it," Kurt shrugged.

Rebekah Puckerman was seated by the kitchen table as the boys approached her, ever so nervously. "Morning mom," Puck said, as casually as possible, praying she didn't remember anything, - "You getting yourself some breakfast? I was about to get me some…"

"Get out."

Puck turned towards his mother. "What?" He perfectly well knew what she said, but he couldn't really bring himself to comprehend it.

"Get out of my house," Rebekah said, and Puck had never heard her be so persistent about anything. Keeping up his tough façade, even though he was falling apart inside, he asked:

"How are you gonna manage without me? You're out drinking every weekend, and Sarah is terrified of you. And your economy won't keep both of you alive."

Kurt looked over to his boyfriend, terrified of how good he was at keeping tough.

"We'll manage," Rebekah said firmly, - "Now get out. I can't have a fag living at my house."

Puck dropped his plates, as he walked over to the table, sitting down in front of his mom.

"Mom, you can't do this," he said, his voice softer this time, almost pleading.

"This is my house, now isn't it?" Rebekah asked, sarcastically.

"Sarah needs me," Puck argued, not even bothering to mention that he paid a lot of their rent too.

Rebekah looked at him, a new, evil spirit in her eyes that Puck couldn't remember having seen there before. "She doesn't need your influence," she said, - "It's not good for her. Now, please leave."

Puck didn't even bother arguing back. He just walked up to his room, packed the most important stuff he owned, and got out, Kurt following suit after. The countertenor knew better than to speak up.

As they approached the door that led to Sarah's bedroom, Puck's attitude softened and he walked inside. Kurt waited in the hallway.

Puck came out after a minute, wiping furiously at his eyes. "She's asleep," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Kurt took a deep breath as he reached out to rub his boyfriend's back comfortingly. Puck gave a soft smile. "We need to be going now," he said.

As they walked by the kitchen one last time, Puck asked his mother: "How are you gonna tell Sarah I'm gone?" He didn't need to mention his promise about staying with her forever.

Rebekah looked at him. "She'll understand," she said, - "Go now."

She gave a nod, and the boys walked outside, getting into Puck's car, Puck by the steering wheel. They sat like that for a while, the scenario reminding them of Kurt's breakdown during their Rumors assignment.

"I can drive right now," Puck said, leaving a dry chuckle. Kurt nodded, and delivered a somewhat encouraging smile.

"It's okay," he said, - "I'll drive."

They switched spots, and Kurt got by the steering wheel. Before he started the truck, he pulled his boyfriend in for a long embrace, grateful that he didn't pull away.

"It's gonna be okay," the smaller boy promised, as he rubbed comforting circles over his boyfriend's back. He had comforted him so much in his life. Now it was most definitely his turn to return the favor.

Puck felt the tears approaching, and he let a few fall. "It's okay," Kurt said, - "I love you."

"I love you too," Puck replied, pulling away, and looking into his boyfriend's eyes, - "So much."

Kurt smiled and started the truck, not letting go of his boyfriend's house. "Just take me to a motel or something," Puck said, - "I'll stay there until I get something better to do."

Kurt looked at him doubtfully. "You're not going to a motel," he said firmly, - "You're coming home with me."

"What, are we going to tell your dad and his shotgun too now?" Puck asked.

Kurt squeezed his hand. "If it turns out we have to," he said.

Puck shook his head. "I can't stay at your place, Kurt," he said.

"Of course you can," Kurt argued, as he pulled Puck's hand to his lips, - "Of course you can."

PKPKPKPKPK

"Dad, I need to ask you something," Kurt said, as he approached the living room with his boyfriend that day.

"Cool, can you make it quick? 'Deadliest Catch' is on."

"It's kind of important," Kurt said, immediately getting his father's ultimate attention. Burt shut off the TV and looked up at his son and the boy beside him.

"Hey Puckerman," he said a little confused, - "What is it?"

"Puck's mom kicked him out," Kurt said immediately.

Burt frowned. "Why?" he asked. Seriously, the woman had taken Quinn in when Puck had impregnated her; she didn't kick him out when he got to Juvie. What could he possibly have done that made her kick him out?

Puck and Kurt shared a conflicted look, before Kurt said: "Dad, Puck's my boyfriend."

Burt's calm face fell and was replaced by one of skepticism."

"Dad," Kurt snapped him out of his murderous thoughts, - "Can he stay here for a while? He has nowhere else to be."

Burt took a deep breath, before he turned to Puck. "Promise you won't hurt him?"

"Promise, sir," Puck assured.

Burt sighed. "Fine," he said, - "I'm not that happy about it, but I'm even less happy about how your mom has been treating you, so I'll let you stay here for as long as you'd like."

"Thank you so much, sir," Puck said, trying to keep his formal persona up (if he even had a formal persona to begin with).

The boys were about to head up for Kurt's room when Burt called after his son: "Kurt, can I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure dad," Kurt said, going back to his dad.

Burt took a deep breath. "This Puckerman guy…," he said, - "He's not pressuring you, is he?"

"Absolutely not, dad," Kurt said.

"You guys haven't…?" Burt said, immediately getting embarrassed. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"No, if you absolutely must know," Kurt said, - "He's a completely different guy once you get to know him. I promise."

Burt nodded. "Fine, I'll have to settle with that."

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Kurt and Puck went to bed early that day. By nine pm they were both in Kurt's bed. It was actually a pretty good idea too, seeing as they had school the day after.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Kurt asked as he snuggled closer to his boyfriend.

Puck pulled him closer. "I will be," he said.

Right as they were about to fall asleep, Puck's phone rang. He sat up and answered, not bothering to check who was calling.

"Go for Puck," he said, making Kurt smile slightly, also having sat up now.

"Noah?" a small girl voice said, and Puck immediately knew who it belonged to.

"Sarah?" he asked, his voice suddenly filled with concerned.

Kurt got up behind him and wrapped his arms around him. Puck grabbed one of his hands in his own, holding the phone in the other. "What's the matter, baby girl?"

"Mom has gone out again," Sarah explained, giving a sniffle. Puck wished so badly he could hold her right now, - "She was very mad. Noah?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it true you're not coming back?"

By that Puck broke down for the first time that day. It was actually the first time Kurt had seen him really break down. And it absolutely broke his heart. He hugged him tighter. Puck let the tears fall freely for what seemed like forever before he said, as calmly as he could: "No, it's not true. I am coming back Sarah." He took a shaky breath. "As a matter of fact I am coming right now to pick you up and you're coming with me." There was a break. "That what you want?"

"Yes," Sarah confirmed, and Puck noticed the devastated tone in her voice had faded just a little. He wished he could say the same thing about himself.

"OK," Puck said weakly, - "OK, I'll be there in five."

There was a break. "I love you, Noah," his sister said, causing a few more tears to fall.

"I love you too," Puck said, - "Don't forget that."

He hung up and wiped his eyes. "We need to go get Sarah; mom's gone out drinking again."

He tried to keep his voice casual, but Kurt grabbed a hold on his arm as he was about to get up. He pulled him into a hug, letting him cry a little longer. "You don't always have to try to be the strong one," Kurt assured him when he was done crying.

Puck nodded. "I know," he said, - "But I still do."

They both grabbed the nearest clothes they could find, it being very rare for Kurt to be so random about his choices of clothing, as they all but ran downstairs, where Burt was still sitting, watching TV.

"Where you kids going?" he asked.

"It's Sarah, Puck's sister," Kurt explained, - "Her… or their mom has gone out drinking again, we need to pick her up."

Burt turned off the TV and rose up in a rage. "What is it with that woman?" he asked.

"She's insane," Puck said, - "Always have been. Come on, Kurt. I promised we'd be there in five and that's more than five minutes ago."

Kurt ran after him, not missing his dad's call of 'drive safely!'

PKPKPK

Puck drove all but safely to his, no, to Sarah and Rebekah's place. While Kurt under normal circumstances would have wanted to make a comment, this was anything but normal circumstances.

They approached the Puckerman household as Puck hurriedly walked out of the car, ran towards the house, locked himself in (it wasn't like he had thrown away the key yet) and came out of the house again only seconds later, carrying Sarah, along with her pajamas and her teddy bear.

He placed her in the backseat of their car and fastened her seatbelt, before he got by the steering wheel and drove away.

"Hey Kurty!" Sarah exclaimed as she noticed Kurt was with them. She didn't seem tired at all, let alone sad or scared anymore.

Kurt turned around and faced her. "Hey Sarah," he said softly and Puck gave his first real chuckle that entire day. Kurt was glad, even though he didn't really understand what it was Puck suddenly was chuckling about.

"Noah?" Sarah asked as they pulled out of the driveway.

"Yes?"

"Where are we going?"

Puck looked over to Kurt. "Kurt's place," he explained, - "I'll be staying there for quite a long while."

Sarah nodded as if she understood everything but Puck knew she didn't. "What did mom say about me?" he asked.

Sarah looked uncomfortable. "She said you didn't want anything to do with us anymore," she said, - "I don't believe her."

Puck was relieved. "Don't believe her, sweetie," he said, contemplating whether or not he should give away the entire truth right away. He decided that Sarah was a smart girl who easily could handle the truth. "Wanna know why I mom kicked me out?"

Sarah looked at him, curiously. "She kicked you out?" she asked, a shocked expression resting on her features.

"Yep," Puck confirmed.

"Why?" Sarah asked.

Puck looked over to Kurt. "Because she doesn't like me being with Kurt."

Sarah looked at him. "Why?" she asked again.

Kurt decided to take over. "You know how some boys can love boys and girls can love girls, right?" he asked.

"Yes?" Sarah said. She had heard about that in school, but she still didn't have the capacity of where this was going yet.

"See, Kurt and I love each other," Puck said bluntly, instantly grabbing Kurt's hand.

Sarah was silent for a few seconds. "Is that why mom is mad at you?" she asked.

"Yep," Puck said again.

Sarah was silent again before she spoke up: "I think you should be in love with Kurt instead of living with mom. So you won't have to take care of her."

Puck nodded. "Yeah," he said, - "She just needs to learn how to take care of you."

"You can take care of me!" Sarah argued, - "I love you the most in the whole wide world."

Puck took a deep breath. "We will figure something out," he promised. He just wasn't sure what.

Sarah fell asleep in the middle of Kurt's bed as soon as they approached Kurt's bedroom again. Puck looked down at her, a sweet smile on his features. Kurt walked up to him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Puck returned the hug.

"I'm so glad I have you," he whispered to his boyfriend.

"Now you finally know how I feel about you," Kurt smiled back, realizing how lamely cliché that sounded already before he had said it.

They got comfortable on the bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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The next morning Puck and Kurt got Sarah dressed for school, and drove her before they approached McKinley.

Puck had always seen first day of school as awkwardly similar to Titanic; it begun alright, but then you had to get to class.

This was even more terrifying. Not only did he and Kurt have to put up with even more weird looks than they had before school ended, as well as having to deal with the fact that both Sam and Lauren had left, that the only potential addition to the Glee club was a girl who was mildly spoken tone-deaf and a brutal food fight during the day, but by the end of the day, they were approached by Mike and Tina, who both had very stern looks on their faces. And that was really saying something, because neither Puck nor Kurt could even remember them looking stern. Somewhat angry? Yes. Annoyed? Yes. Sad? Yes, especially in Tina's case. But this new authority frightened them both.

"We need to have a talk," Tina said. She actually looked serious to top it all off. Something was definitely up.

"'Sup Mulan?" Puck asked, making Tina roll her eyes. She was used to his jokes, but that didn't make them funny.

"Why did you tell us you two had sex, when Kurt apparently told Tina and the girls they haven't?"

That was what this was about? Seriously. That was why they were looking so fucking serious? Wow, this school sucked. Puck looked over to his boyfriend, who looked slightly more serious about the manner than he was. He kind of got why, so he decided to let the Puckzilla save the day:

"Because I'm a selfish asshole," he said, - "I brag about everything. Seriously, you can't believe everything I say."

He was a terrible liar, and he knew it. He seriously needed to work on that. "You're lying," Mike insisted, - "You would never admit that."

"Why do you want to know anyway?" Kurt asked.

"Because you are one of my best friends, Kurt," Tina said, still being authoritative, - "You've never lied to me about anything but your usual 'I'm fine' comments when I know you're not. Something must be bothering you."

It was said as a statement, but she had meant it to be a question. Kurt took a deep breath. "It's not something you want to know," he said, not really realizing that he had already admitted to the fact that yes, something was in fact bothering him.

"Yes, I want to know," Tina said, - "We've been friends for two years; I have the right to know."

Kurt took a deep breath. "Ask Quinn," he said, - "I don't want to tell more people in person."

He and Puck walked pass the couple, and Kurt quickly texted Quinn:

"Feel free to tell the people in Glee everything. They have the right to know."

He got a response almost immediately:

"Why? R u sure? What happened?"

"Tike knows something's up and I kind of want people to know. No more lies."

Puck and Kurt got into the car as Quinn's reply came:

"Fine. Will do."

Kurt and Puck got in the car, ready to pick up Sarah from school again.

Could life possibly be more complicated?

A/N: I'm sorry, I know this chapter was really short, but I will update very soon. Quite possibly by Thursday or something, so stay tuned! In the next chapter we will learn the New Directions' reaction to the 'news', and we will get to see how Puck deals with his mom and Sarah.