A/N: Shit, I'm so sorry! I know I promised you a chapter by Thursday, but I still have some of a writer's block, so I couldn't do it. So sorry. However; here's the next chapter. It is containing the rest of TPPP, but mostly it deals with the Glee kids finding out what happened to Kurt, and how Puck deals with the issue about his mother. Some insight on the Glee kids' reactions to Puck and his mom here.

Seeing as Tina gets so few storylines on the show, I at least decided to give her some "screen-time" here. She is a wonderful and sweet character, who, despite everyone talking about how they want her to have a storyline, is so underappreciated. She has been there and stood by everyone's side all along. I hope you like the way I wrote her.

Puck gave his mom a call right before dinner that day. Kurt had still not heard anything from his Glee mates. Maybe Quinn hadn't told them yet. After all, it must have been really hard to find a proper time and setting to tell something like that to your friends. How did you pass that news without concrete questions anyway? He heard Puck answer the phone as his mother apparently picked up:

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked her, rather calmly. There was a pause, before he said: "What do you mean, what am I talking about? You went out drinking at fucking nine pm last night and left your nine-year-old kid at home! … She's with me now… Where do you think? … At Kurt's. … No, I'm not handing her over to you in your state. … No. … You know what? I'm doing you a favor here... No listen; I'm doing you a favor. She stays with me for a week and you get some time to figure whether you want to be out every night drinking or take care for your child. It's your call. Meanwhile she's with me, unless you wanna see me and pick her up."

He turned towards his boyfriend. "I think we made some kind of agreement," he shrugged.

Kurt looked at him curiously, urging him to go on about whatever it was that he was about to go on with. "She'll come and pick her up when she feels ready, but she will have to come here," he explained.

Kurt nodded solemnly, before he gave his boyfriend a concerned look. "Are you okay?"

He still knew what a stupid question that was, but he needed some assurance that his boyfriend would be dealing healthily with all of this. He knew it was a lot to handle, and he would appreciate it if the boy in front of him, who had comforted him so much the past months, would let him comfort him the same way… Or in a similar way at least.

Puck looked at him and smiled softly. Then he shrugged. "I don't know," he said, sitting down in front of him, grabbing his hands instantly, and caressing them. Kurt nodded understandingly, before he shook his head in disbelief.

"I can't believe it…," he said.

"What?" Puck laughed, chuckling slightly at his boyfriend's apparent rage.

"How someone could do that," Kurt commented, - "To their own son of all people."

Puck gave another smile, this one being a little sadder. "Are we having one of these again?" he asked.

Kurt looked had him questioningly. "One of what?"

"Another 'Kurt wanting the Puckster to open up a little'-moment."

Kurt chuckled a little at the amusing fact that even in this state Puck referred to himself, not only in third person, but with one of his many nicknames as well. "I guess we are," he said, shrugging in a way that made Puck, if possible, find him even more adorable.

Puck pulled off a grin that almost looked as badass as he had attempted for it to be. "Not very good with emotions." He gave a sigh, before saying: "I'm fine, Kurt." Even Brittany would have been able to see that he only said that to make Kurt leave it, and Kurt wasn't stupid.

"I know I'm being annoying," Kurt said, a little apologizing, - "But I can tell you're not."

Puck sighed and leaned back in his chair. "You're not being annoying, babe," he assured. He took a deep breath, before simply stating: "I love Sarah." He gave Kurt a firm nod. "I love you. You two are everything that matters to me."

Kurt looked at him with a sad smile. "And," Puck said, shaking his head in disbelief, - "I have gotten this crazy, insane thought that you will never turn your backs on me…" He gave a dry chuckle. "How fucking naïve and pathetic is that?"

And that was the moment where Kurt Hummel realized that everything that had happened in his life these past months, had made sense. And that he was blessed with the most wonderful boy in the world. And that was also the moment he realized that Puck's supposedly naïve and pathetic mind had been right. He was never going to turn his back on him. Because he needed him almost as much as he loved him.

Not really knowing how to explain all this, he just got up from the table and walked over to his boyfriend, motioning for him to make room for him on his lap. When he was seated, he grabbed a hold on his boyfriend's face and kissed him softly. "You mean everything to me, Puck," he said, - "You're right. I won't turn my back on you."

Puck gave a relieved sigh. "Oh baby," he whispered, as he pulled his boyfriend in for a warm embrace. Neither one of them pulled away for another five minutes.

PKPKPKPKPKPK

This was definitely not Tina Cohen Chang's day. And that was pretty weird, because she had had a wonderful summer. She had finally given her virginity to Mike and it had been amazing, they were still like a completely new-born couple even though they had been together for more than a year now, and her school spirit was at its peak. Then why did she have this weird, empty feeling in her stomach that told her everything was not as it should be?

It was Kurt. She didn't know why, but the two of them had always looked out for each other. She still remembered how his arms had instantly grabbed her as they were both pushed towards the locker with force by Karofsky and Azimio during Gaga week. She also remembered how he had shot back at the jocks about how picking on him was fine, but throwing around a girl just implied that they were both dropped on their heads as infants.

She wasn't about to forget that either, so she had constantly stood up for him when Karofsky's bullying escalated further.

But it wasn't that. It wasn't the bullying this time. She didn't quite know what it was, but it was something. It wasn't new either. She had seen it in him all the while, but the reason why she only noticed now was because he had so much more on his shoulder on top of whatever this was before. Now that everything was supposed to be fine, she didn't realize how it couldn't be. There was something he wasn't telling her.

So when she later that day found out that Puck had told all the guys, and evidently lied about it, that he and Kurt had done the deed, while Kurt completely honestly had told the girls that they hadn't, she realized that the couple was hiding something together. For a minute she was worried whether or not Puck was good enough for Kurt, but she quickly let all her defensive thoughts against Puck down. He had been honorable when it came to Kurt. Even she, the good girl she was, had to admit that.

Then what was it? She was worried and she needed to know. And she was a pretty determined girl. If she wanted something, she went after it. After all, she had practically made Principal Figgins her bitch due to her little vampire scenarios.

But nothing, nothing, could prepare her for the news Quinn gave her and Mike that day right before they were leaving for school.

"Quinn," Mike had said firmly, true business man voice, - "We need you to tell us something."

Quinn let out a content little sigh as she pulled them aside. "I know what you're going to ask," she said softly. Then she ran her hand through her hair in a swift move, and said in a frustrated voice: "We need to go somewhere for this…"

They headed for the choir room, where Quinn sat down neatly on the piano chair. She took a deep breath. "I don't know if you really want to hear this," she said.

"We do, Quinn," Tina promised, - "Now, please tell us, we're worried."

Quinn gave a soft laugh that didn't sound the least happy. "You have the right to be, that's for sure."

The couple was pretty sure that wasn't meant to be said out loud. "Tell us, Quinn," Tina pleaded, - "Please."

Quinn took another deep breath. "This is about something that…," she flinched weakly, - "Happened to Kurt in freshman year."

She interpreted the word 'happened' as if she didn't really like using it. Mike and Tina both frowned a little.

"In freshman year?" Mike asked, - "What does that have to do with anything, really…?"

He stopped himself. Could it really be that bad? Hadn't the poor guy been through enough?

Quinn sighed. "Guys, I really don't think…" She was hesitant but Tina interrupted her, firmer this time:

"Quinn," she said, - "We're practically adults. All of us. We can deal. You have Kurt and Puck's permission. Now tell."

"Yeah, this isn't about Puckerman, is it?" Mike asked.

"No," Quinn stated firmly, - "Puck has been… incredible, really, when it comes to all of this… Fine, I'm just gonna say it."

She stood up and started pacing. She couldn't be calm why telling this. She had a hard enough time to deal with it on her own; she definitely didn't need to tell anyone. But Kurt had confided in her, given her the permission to tell everyone his deepest secret. She felt somewhat honored about that. So therefore she did as she was told, and ran the story:

"Mike, Puck told you that he and Kurt had slept together, right?"

"Yeah," Mike nodded, - "But then when confronted about it, he changed his mind or something."

Quinn looked like she thought for a moment. "Yeah," she said, - "Well, the thing is, Kurt and Puck haven't done it, but…" She found the way of saying it that she thought was the best. It was also the only way she managed to say it: "But just because Kurt hasn't slept with Puck, doesn't mean he's a virgin."

Mike and Tina now looked more confused than ever. Oh, great. "Why would we need to know that?" Mike asked.

Tina grabbed his hand. "I don't think she's finished," she said silently.

Quinn shook her head. "No, I'm not finished."

"Was it that Blaine guy?" Mike asked.

Quinn smiled sadly at his obliviousness. "No," she said, - "Remember, this was in freshman year…"

She felt like she was playing 'guess who', and she knew it was unfair, but she couldn't bring herself to tell the truth so bluntly.

"He was fifteen," Tina whispered, and Mike looked at her, - "You must have gotten something wrong here, Quinn, Kurt was far too innocent when he was fifteen to…"

Sometimes friends just know stuff about you before having heard the exact truth being said out loud. And at that moment, Tina Cohen Chang, just immediately knew the truth about the past of her dear friend, Kurt Hummel.

"Oh god…," she whispered, as tears started falling freely. Now, Tina was a crier, but usually they were quiet sobs. This time there were only tears. Silent tears flowing down the cheeks of the Asian girl. "It can't be…," she whispered, but when Quinn gave her a devastated, confirming nod, she fell into her boyfriend's arms, still not sobbing, just letting tears fall freely onto his shirt.

Sometimes good friends aren't the only ones who know. Sometimes lovers know too, and Mike knew, the moment his girlfriend broke down in his lap, in a way he had never seen her break down before, what had happened back then… In freshman year.

He was good at math, and this math was simple: Kurt having sex in freshman year. No way. Kurt being taken advantage of in freshman year? Sadly, that was more likely. But Mike rarely cried. He couldn't remember the last time he cried over anything, really. It must have been many years ago. So instead of letting tears fall as he was trying to comfort his girlfriend, he looked up at Quinn with a glare the blonde had never seen before on the usually calm boy's face.

"Who?" he asked, his voice suddenly much darker than it usually was.

Quinn was crying now too, silently, and she was trying to cover it up, but she was crying. "A former customer of his dad's," she explained, trying to keep her voice at bay. This caused the small girl in Mike's arms to break down. Here came her first sob and everything just escalated from there.

Mike held her for quite some time longer, while Quinn just stood there, somewhat awkwardly. "I have gotten his permission to tell the rest of the club as well," she said eventually, continuing rather rapidly: "It's better that we know, so words don't start to travel."

Tina wiped at her eyes and said in a shaky voice. "Yeah, like Rumors week."

When Mike finally was sure his girlfriend was contently standing on her own legs again, he stood up slowly, trying to keep a casual attitude, knowing he was failing in that department.

"Where's the… Where's he now?" he managed asking.

"Prison," Quinn stated, rather matter-of-factly compared to the circumstances, - "He'd…" She took a deep breath. "There were other kids."

Her voice cracked slightly, but it didn't really matter. "Fuck…," Mike muttered, and that being said, he rarely swore compared to a lot of boys his age.

Quinn nodded solemnly, looking down on his girlfriend, who was still wiping her eyes. "You okay, Tina?" she asked friendly, knowing it was a ridiculous question.

Tina nodded, even though the two others in the room knew it was a giant lie.

"Who else knows?" Mike asked.

"Not many," Quinn said, - "You two, me, Puck, Finn… Kurt… That's pretty much it."

Mike shook his head in disbelief. "Have they taken a trip to prison to beat his ass yet?"

Both Quinn and Tina were somewhat shocked at how… frightening the usually calm boy had become. Still, Quinn couldn't say she was surprised. She had seen the protective attitude Finn had gotten lately whenever Kurt was a round. She had also seen the look in Puck's eyes when he'd held his boyfriend close after his nightmare. Of course, his eyes were filled with sympathy, and most importantly, love, but there had been something else there too. Something attached to his resident badass-persona and protectiveness all rolled into one. He looked capable of and ready to murder whoever had managed hurting the person he loved this badly. If she'd been the guilty one here, she would hide somewhere much more isolated and safe than a prison.

"No," Quinn still said, - "As much as Puck probably wants to, he is now more devoted to Kurt than… You know… And from what I gather, Finn is still trying to find his own way to contain himself from prioritizing his hate for the guy or his brotherly love for Kurt, so…"

She gave a light shrug.

Mike shook his head. "Well, god knows I wanna punch his face in…," he muttered, before he more casually turned back to Quinn, - "How does he want us to…? I mean… Should we comfort him or?"

Quinn shook her head. "I think he would appreciate it if you tried to act normal around him, at the same time as you don't hide the fact that you know…"

Mike looked like he thought for a while. He was a smart guy. He could do that. Tina nodded solemnly. "OK," she whispered, - "But I might need to talk to him."

Quinn smiled. "Give him a call or something. I have more on my hands." She let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm gonna tell the entire club, today, and I have no idea how I am gonna do it."

Mike shrugged sadly. "Do it over Facebook. Write everyone a… formal message or something."

Both Quinn and Tina gave him a look. "Mike!" Tina said firmly, - "You're saying she should tell something like that over Facebook? Mercedes will flip, Santana will kill somebody, Brittany will probably not understand, Rachel will cry for weeks. As a matter of fact, the only one who is gonna be able to handle this rather sensibly is Artie."

"That's gonna happen either way," Quinn said. She sounded decided. "No, Mike is right. It will somehow be better that way. It won't make it seem like that big of a deal…"

"It is a big deal," Tina argued.

"I know," Quinn said, - "But I'm decided. I will of course ask Kurt first, if he is okay with it. But I think his policy is the less drama, the better."

Tina gave in. "Fine," she said, - "Do as you please."

The couple slowly but surely exited the choir room in silence after a few minutes, leaving Quinn left to try to figure things out on her own.

PKPKPKPK

Puck and Kurt were in Kurt's room, as they usually were nowadays. The Hummel-Hudson household already contained four people, which made the space very tight, and to add Sarah and Puck on top of that almost made it an orphanage.

Not that Burt or Carole minded much. Carole had loved Puck even on his most douchy days, and while Burt was trying to adjust to his son having Noah Puckerman out of all people as his boyfriend, he couldn't deny the fact that he liked the kid. He seemed to be good for his son.

Finn was getting used to the fact that his stepbrother and best friend were dating surprisingly quickly. Besides, he and Puck had been inseparable for years (despite a few bumps in the road of course), so it would definitely not be difficult to have him in the house.

He was pissed at Puck's mom though. Pissed, but not surprised. The woman was like a fucking volcano. She dealt with some difficulties like it was no issue at all, but with others, she went mental. Puck being in love with Kurt turned out to be one of those "issues". What was the big deal anyway?

But even though no one bothered, as of right now, Puck and Kurt were in Puck's room. Sarah was playing on the floor, while the couple was seated on Kurt's bed, Puck with an arm around his boyfriend. They were rather silent, and Kurt knew that Puck being silent, usually meant Puck thinking hard about something. It wasn't exactly a light atmosphere, so Kurt decided, for once, to do something about that.

"How come you're so good with children?" he asked his boyfriend as he gestured to Sarah.

Puck looked at him a little surprised, before he let out a chuckle. "Not good with children, just good with her," he explained.

Kurt gave a sweet little smile as he cuddled into his boyfriend's chest. He reached for his hand and started playing with it. Puck had to grin at the fact that his boyfriend's hands were ridiculously small compared to his. He could fit both of Kurt's hands in his one hand.

He let out a sigh. Despite everything that was happening in his life at the moment, he was happy. A little empty, sure, but happy nonetheless. And it was because of the little girl on the floor in front of him, and it was because of the boy that was currently leaning against his chest. He kissed the top of Kurt's head gently, and noticed the smile that appeared on the smaller boy's face.

He was probably the luckiest guy in the world. He had to laugh at what Finn had been missing out on in sophomore year, when Kurt still had a crush on him.

He knew he would sacrifice a lot more than the love of his nerve-wreck of a mother just so he could have Kurt. It was still hard to deal with of course, but he would cope.

He wouldn't trade this happiness for anything.

Kurt's phone gave a buzz, and he looked at it. "It's from Tina," he said, and Puck gave him a look.

"Are you thinking the same as me?" he asked.

Kurt nodded vaguely. "Yeah, she must know now," he said.

Puck took a deep breath. "You ready for this?"

Kurt nodded slowly. "I think I am."

Puck nodded. "Shoot, Tina," he joked, and Kurt gave a nervous chuckle, before he read the message:

"Will you give me a call?"

Kurt sighed. "You should call her," Puck advised, - "I know it's not my place, but I think you should."

He stroked his boyfriend's back comfortingly, before saying: "I will be even more proud of you if you do."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Flattering will get you nowhere."

"Still worth a try."

Kurt laughed, and got more comfortable in his boyfriend's arms, before picking up his phone. "Hold on," Puck said, - "I'll just find something for Sarah to do, outside this room."

He got beside his sister. "Wanna do something on your own now?" he asked, - "Must be boring to sit down here all day with me and Kurt."

Sarah nodded. "OK," she said, - "I can go upstairs and watch Cartoon Network."

Puck laughed. "You do that," he said, praying Burt wasn't watching 'Deadliest Catch' right now.

He got down on the bed beside his boyfriend again, and pulled him into a warm embrace from behind. "I got you," he said, giving a brief but loving kiss to his neck.

Kurt nodded. "You always do."

Then he called Tina, who picked up immediately.

"Hey," she said, her voice softer and far less cheerful than it usually was.

"Hey," Kurt said. There was an awkward silence before he decided to break it: "I suppose Quinn told you."

"She did," Tina confirmed, - "My god, Kurt, I'm so sorry, I didn't know…"

"Hey," Kurt said comfortingly, - "It wasn't yours to know. Don't dwell on this, okay?"

"I can't not dwell on it, Kurt," she said.

"Tina," Kurt said firmly, - "I'm okay. You're okay. This happened more than two years ago."

Tina gave a sigh. "I'll try, okay?" she said, - "I'll try not to dwell on it."

Kurt's voice grew softer. "Good," he said, - "That's all I'm asking."

There was a new silence, which Tina broke this time: "Mike wants to talk to you."

"Hand him over," Kurt said, - "And Tina?"

"Yes?"

Kurt thought for a while. "Thank you."

A new silence. "You're welcome. Here's Mike."

Kurt didn't even get to adjust to the fact that he now was talking to a different person, before Mike's voice rang through the phone:

"Kurt, you have an amount of five minutes before I get to my car, dress up as the asshole's mother and decide to give him a visit to the prison he will never forget, to explain where exactly he is staying?"

Kurt's eyes widened remarkably at Mike's unusually violent tone. He thought he had hit his peak of protectiveness when he stood up to Karofsky for him last year, but apparently, he could reach much higher.

"It's Mike, he's pissed," Kurt explained to his boyfriend, seeing his questioning expression.

Puck nodded understandingly. "I have no idea, Mike," Kurt said, - "Maybe you should ask my boyfriend here, he's the one who's been to Juvie and knows his way around jails."

Puck pinched the brunette's sides, making him squeak in surprise.

"Puck there with you?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Hand him over."

Kurt looked a little startled, before he gave Puck the phone. "He wants to talk to you."

Puck was about to reach for the phone, when Mike's voice rang. "Oh, and Kurt?"

"Yeah," Kurt said again.

"I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, Mike, really," Kurt said, before handing Puck the phone.

Puck reached for it. "Go for Puck."

"So how do we teach the bastard the lesson he deserves?"

Puck sighed. "I've been going over several scenarios here. We have true Pulp Fiction, shot-right-in-the-balls style, which is a classic. But my favorite has to be Braveheart, execution scene."

"I'm on it," Mike said.

Puck let out a dry chuckle. His boyfriend was looking at him with a curious expression. He planted a quick kiss to his forehead, before whispering: "Kurt, this monster hurt you. You can't blame me for wanting it to suffer."

Kurt gave a small smile.

"Look Chang," Puck said, a little more seriously, - "You have no idea how much I wanna torture that… Whatever it was that dared to lay a finger on my boyfriend… But I think what Kurt really needs now is your support."

He looked into his boyfriend's eyes for confirmation. Kurt just gave him a loving smile. "He's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me, man," Puck said, not really thinking about how not badass this was, - "Anyone hurting him makes me… It kills me."

Kurt's eyes softened and Puck swore they were starting to water. He grabbed his hand instantly.

He could almost hear Mike nod. "I know," he said, - "I know…"

"Still," Puck said, - "I want Kurt to be happy. And I'm afraid he won't be if I go to jail, not Juvie," he shot his boyfriend a mock-glare, to interpret the difference between jail and Juvie, which made Kurt giggle a little, - "for murder."

"I know, Puck," Mike said. There was a pause before he asked: "You're over at Kurt's rather often, aren't you?"

Puck dragged his hand through his mohawk. "Well, my mom sort of kicked me out," he said, - "No big deal."

"Man…," Mike said, - "You have a lot on your plate then."

Puck shrugged. "It's cool… Bitch is totally crazy anyway, and Sarah's with us so…"

There was a long break as Kurt hugged his boyfriend closer. Puck wrapped his arm firmer around him, not noticing the slight tears of joy falling down the face of his boyfriend.

"Cool," Mike said, but Puck knew he didn't actually buy the light way he shrugged off his mother's abundance, - "Talk to you guys later anyway. Say hi to Kurt for me, and again, tell him I'm sorry."

"Mike's sorry," Puck said to Kurt, before hanging up, - "Later, dude."

They were contently resting on Kurt's bed for a few seconds, before Puck's eyes really flickered over to his boyfriend. "Hey," he said comfortingly, touching his cheek, sensing the moist on the countertenor's skin, - "Are you crying?"

Kurt just gave a sweet smile as he wiped is eyes gently. "Do you realize you just confessed your everlasting love for me to Mike Chang?"

Puck looked at him for a second, before he fell down on the pillows. "Man…," he said, - "You know what this means, baby?"

Kurt gave a soft chuckle. "What?"

"It means I'm whipped," Puck said, defeated. Kurt laughed. "No seriously," the larger teen stated, - "I'm tamed!"

His voice was mock dramatic and Kurt rolled over laughing at this. "The Puckasaurus has been tied down eventually! Kurt Hummel, you did it… Now, feel free to have your way with me."

His tone was so suggestive it somehow managed to turn Kurt on at the same time as he was still laughing.

"Seriously," he laughed, moving back into Puck's lap, - "It was nice. The way you talked of me… Did you really mean that?"

Puck looked at him. "That so hard to believe?" When Kurt didn't answer, he said: "Yes. Yes, I did."

The words were spoken with such sincerity it almost made Kurt want to cry again. Puck leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips.

"You mean the world to me too, Puck," Kurt said.

Again, his phone gave a buzz. "More people?" Puck asked.

"Probably."

This time it was Quinn:

"I figured it would be better for everyone if I sent a 'formal message' over FB about what happened to you. You okay with that?"

Kurt quickly texted back, in no doubt about his decision:

"Do that. That way it won't seem so serious…"

"It is pretty serious, you know," Puck said.

Kurt looked at him. "It's the most serious thing that has ever happened to me. I just don't want my friends to bear my burdens."

Puck let out a sigh and pulled his boyfriend closer. "You do what's best for you in this case."

PKPKPKPKPK

By eight pm that night, the New Directions had all figured everything out, thanks to one Quinn Fabray. The reactions were plenty and varied, but Tina and Mike had been right in their expectations:

Rachel was in tears. She couldn't believe her friend hadn't told her anything, and even though she didn't want to admit it, she felt a little left out. She knew it was selfish, but it was the truth. In return she was ready to cope with all of this, despite what Kurt said about him not wanting her to bear his burdens or something. She also realized what big of a burden this was, hence, she wished he'd had told everyone sooner, so he wouldn't have to deal on his own. But he was not the one to blame. Not in a billion years was he to blame.

She was in a rage when it came to Noah's mother abandoning him (yes, Mike had fully informed them on that part). She wanted to hire a lawyer and sue. I mean, was that even legal? Putting your kid out on the streets before he's turned eighteen? It shouldn't be.

Santana was outraged about both, but Puck being the tough guy he claimed to be, should live up to those expectations. Yes, she was an insensitive bitch who knew where she had her former booty call. He was strong. Not only on the outside as he appeared to be, but on the inside as well. He dealt better on his own, and with help from Kurt he would be absolutely fine in a short while.

As for Kurt, on the other hand, that was a different story. She was far from stupid, and she had known all along that the kid was hiding a huge secret from everybody. That it was something like this, however, was beyond her. She had a detailed, X-rated plan on what she was going to do to the asshole who dared to hurt him. She could get Coach Sylvester with her. That way it would be handled smoothly and impeccably.

Brittany didn't understand much: She realized someone had hurt Kurt really badly, and she didn't like it. Not at all. She also knew that Puck's mother had kicked both him and his adorable younger sister out, because Puck was in love with Kurt, and she didn't like that either. Most of all now, she had to comfort Santana, who seemed to be infuriated by all of this. So she comforted her the way only Brittany Susan Pierce could; by holding her hand, resting her head on her shoulder and telling her it would be okay. It always would, right?

Artie was angry, but he was the only one who thought reasonably about all of this. He wanted the guy tortured as much as everyone else, but if they were going there, it would have to be done as innocently as possible. But after all, he didn't think that was the way to go. Kurt needed their support and their protection, but most of all, he needed them to still be his friends. The way they always had been and the way they always would be, and he was going to do just that. Be his friend in a real, honest way.

Mercedes was in a mixture of emotions. All the bad emotions you could think of had all developed and united inside of her, and she was going to explode soon: She felt sick, she was shocked, she was devastated, she was outraged, and she was disgusted… She wanted to throw up, cry or kick something. But the only thing she didn't feel was blame. She didn't blame Kurt for not telling her about this. Knowing her friend, he was very protective of those whom he considered his friends. Knowing her friend, she knew he probably already carried enough blame on his own now. A blame that Puck hopefully was helping him cope with if he was doing things right.

As for Puck, she had a hard time understanding how any parent could ever do anything like that to her child, but she was glad Burt and Carole were warmhearted enough to let him in under their wings.

The New Directions were heading for the Hummel-Hudson household. Neither Puck, Finn nor Kurt knew they were coming, and frankly, they didn't care. They had already ordered lots of pizza, brought soda and popcorn and were ready for a movie night at the Hummel-Hudson's. Of course, they knew that Carole and Burt were probably home, but they also knew that they were pretty welcoming, so if they said they were working on an assignment of some kind, they probably wouldn't stop them.

"His dad doesn't know," Quinn said as they approached their neighborhood, - "So be careful not to mention anything to him. That's his call."

She didn't get much of a response from her outraged friends, but she took their understanding looks as a confirmation that they would act discretely. Well, as discretely as possible when you're a hormonal teen who has just been delivered information no hormonal teen should ever have to be delivered.

They rang the doorbell, and were met by Carole Hudson. "Hello," she said, a somewhat confused look on her face, - "You here to see the boys?"

"Yes, Mrs. Hudson," Quinn said gently, - "May we come in."

"Yeah," Carole said, - "Of course. How nice of you, I didn't hear they had visitors."

"Yeah, we're coming unannounced," Artie said, as they all walked in, grateful looks on their otherwise miserable faces.

Carole was a bright woman. She knew something was up, but whatever it was, she was sure the teens knew how to deal with it.

PKPKPKPKPK

Puck and Kurt were rudely interrupted in their make-out session by Mercedes who entered Kurt's room in a mixture of rage and a mood that said 'let's watch a movie'. Whatever that looked like…?

"'Sup white boys, where's Moulin Rouge? We're here to watch it with you!"

Puck and Kurt both jumped at the loud voice. "Hey 'Cedes," Kurt said, a little less cheerful than normal.

"Hey," Mercedes said, just a little calmer, - "You okay?"

The sincere look on her features said it all. Kurt nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

She nodded. "Okay," she said, after a while, - "Make room!"

The boys moved over to the left side of the bed, while Mercedes got beside them. Right then Santana entered the room. "And we brought pizza," she said, having the entire Glee club following her.

She had a big smile on her face, even though the rest of the club knew what vicious thoughts were going through her head. "And we have popcorn!" Brittany shot in, as she got comfortable beside her girlfriend on the bed.

Artie came along with the soda, and soon enough they were all on Kurt's bed. It wasn't much space, but it was enough. Besides, sometimes you just need to be close to your friends. And this was a feeling the entirety of The New Directions needed right now.

The week went on pretty normal compared to the circumstances. Of course, there were some whispered conversations about creative ways of committing murder without getting caught, but Kurt went along with his friends the way he was used to, and as he was sitting there in Miss Pillsbury's office, planning his education, and as he went with Rachel to spy on their competition, he felt like finally his life could fully go back to normal.

As for his boyfriend, he was the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him too.

A/N: OK, I'm sorry if the New Directions' reactions were a little off… Some were too over-dramatic, some were too vague, but I think their reactions could be just that, and then they would become more 'usual reactions' later on.

The next chapter will be the I Am Unicorn chapter. Stay tuned!