A/N: I feel like crap for destroying Noah so much, but he really needs to break before we can help fix him.
Chapter 4: Pummel's Breakdown
"Mr. Martinez, can I just say that considering you're the sexiest teacher at this school by far and I'm the hottest bitch, we should totally swap juice after I graduate" Santana declared unashamedly as she, Kurt and Mercedes all entered last period Spanish. Taking their usual seats up front so they could simply ogle the Latino.
"Enough Lopez" Mr. Martinez answered warmly.
"I swear I'm going to fail this class if he continues teaching" Kurt whispered to his two fellow divas as their teacher started writing on the white board. "I can't focus on what's coming out of his mouth, instead I keep think of what I can put in it"
"Wanky" Santana muttered amusingly while Mercedes just gaped at her friend. Mercedes hadn't been close to Kurt throughout their senior year due to her troubled failed relationship with Trouty mouth, so she wasn't used to 'post sex' Kurt Hummel. Santana however had smelt the sex dripping of the boy the second she had seen him after the act. What had surprised her though wasn't that Gay Hummel had finally lost the big V, but the fact that he was the top in the relationship. When Santana found out this piece of information and after laughing at how Blaine was walking that day, she had asked why, in which Kurt simply said he preferred being the dominate partner. Good luck with that one Noah.
"OMGlee Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, having those thoughts while with Blaine is a bad move, boo" Mercedes whispered harshly. Oh fuck her, hypocrite. didn't she cheat on that overweight football player with Sam, only to dump his ass via Whitney Houston?
"Me and Blaine are no longer an item, we decided to stay friends instead" Kurt mumbled, eyes being adverted towards their teacher's low regions.
"Shut the fuck up, this is perfect" Santana stated loudly, holding her ribs as she chuckled. Seriously, her and Brittany get to completely bypass the next stage of their plan, which involved getting that little ex warbler kidnapped and sent to Uganda, because Kurt had already kicked the boy to the kerb.
"Santana, final warning" their teacher reprimanded earning an eye roll from the feisty Cheerio.
"Enlighten me why my breakdown of a relationship is so perfect for you, Satan" Kurt whispered as he narrowed his eyes on his fellow bitch.
"Blaine's just boring as fuck, He must had been a good lay to keep him around so long" She thought allowed. Mercedes had since decided this conversation wasn't for her frigid ears and returned her focus to the teacher.
"Sex isn't everything, but if you must know, Blaine was more than satisfactory in the bedroom, he will make some new man every happy one day, I'm just not that man" Kurt spoke quietly as his face began to tint a pale pink.
"Talking of new relationship and satisfying fuckers, a little birdie told me you're going to Noah Puckerman's house tonight to 'study'" She laughed with complete quotation marks. Kurt frown and scoffed as if disgusted, but that bitch of a blush told the Latina otherwise.
"Subtle Lopez. If Puck was gay and I was a slut, then yes I would jump his bones, but we aren't. I've become his mentor, you know he doesn't think he'll graduate and I think he's lonely, he could do with my fabulous company"
"Listen Kurt" Santana said lowly, turning completely serious "My boy needs a friend, like a real one, not someone who will ditch him when he fucks up, which believe me, he will. If you're going to go on this mission to help Noah out, don't go in half hearted and walk out when times get tough, it would fucking destroy him, and if you hurt my boy, I will literally cut you into pieces and feed you to Britt's cat"
Kurt simple stared at the Latina, like proper emotionless stare, for a prolonged amount of time. why the fuck is he staring? Has he died? -
"I'm totally committed" Kurt interrupted her train of thought "Puck's obviously going through some deep intense shit right now and I wont let him down. He's not the same Puck he was before the Beth incident. He needs to find his fire again, and who better to do that than the biggest flamer there is right" nudging Santana's shoulder in hopes to diminish some of the tension that now filled between you.
"You're a good kid Hummel, word of warning, don't be surprised if he falls in love with you and tries to hump your leg" Santana smiled back, causing Kurt to laugh.
"Doubt that would happen, that boys is undeniably and infuriatingly straight"
"You don't give yourself enough credit Kurt. Chandler, Blaine and Karosky all wanted you because your amazing, and soon Puck will see that. Combined that awesomeness with Noah's loneliness and he will cling onto you for dear life. And because Noah thinks he's a useless piece of crap who can't do anything but fuck, he'll try thank you for your efforts by trying to sleep with you. To him it wont matter that you're a boy, It'll matter that your Kurt, the person who helped him and looked after him. Trust me, I know my boy" Santana gave him a small pitiful smile before exhaling deeply to keep her emotions in check. It wasn't part of the plan to tell Kurt all this shit, but if Kurt truly could cure and heal her best friend, he deserved complete honesty.
"I won't hurt him, not intentionally at least" the male diva whispered, placing his pale hand over Santana's and squeezing it softly.
Kurt was panicking as he stood on Noah's doorstep, Santana's words still echoing through his mind 'don't be surprised if he falls in love with you and tries to hump your leg'
Noah Puckerman to fall madly in love with and offer himself up to get fucked by Kurt Hummel was stuff his wet dreams were made of. Come on, Puck was a true stud, a fucking hot one at that. His sexual conquests had become legendary in Lima and for the resident fairy to tame him and make him fall in love with him would be pure gold. But this wasn't fantasy, this was reality. And the reality was, Kurt had just come out of a serious relationship, Puck was going through some serious shit and falling in love could seriously effect this plan to help Noah. Oh my Gaga, I can't believe I'm even contemplating this. Puck is straight. Chances are, we wont even get along once we get to know each other properly and I 'll end up scratching his gorgeous eyes out.
That was why he was panicking, he had promised not to hurt Noah but in truth, Kurt didn't even know Noah. What if Puck did, for some strange reason develop feelings for Kurt and Kurt himself, couldn't reciprocate those feelings. Or what if he did and once Noah was restored to his former glory, he would break Kurt's heart. What would happen with New York and NYADA. So Kurt came to the decision that he would not fall in love with the badass and try help Noah but keep it clear that he was helping purely as a friend and nothing more. He would be determined to keep Puck at arms length at all times, ensuring that feelings, on either side never got muddled up by confusing love with kindness.
Putting on a brave face, Kurt straightened himself out and knocked loudly on the door. Several seconds later a young girl was standing in front of him, smiling fondly.
"are you Princess Hummel?" the little girl said as she placed her hand on her hips. this girl had obviously spent too much time with Santana.
Kurt rolled his eyes at the stupid nickname and nodded politely. "I'm Sarah, his sister" she continued as she stepped aside, silently letting the male countertenor into her home. "He's upstairs, either crying or wanking, or both. An angry wank"
Kurt's face fell in horror at the girls statement, surely she was far to young to know such things. "How old are you Sarah?" he asked.
"13, he's room is the first one, tell him I'm going next door, I'm out of here" Sarah replied and walked out of the house. definitely spent too much time with Santana. Kurt looked around the Puckerman's front room and the first thing he noticed was how bare it was. It didn't look like a home at all, their wasn't any photo's on display and the place just looked dark and neglected.
Deciding not to dwell on it, Kurt made his way up the stairs until he found himself outside Puck's bedroom door. Exhaling deeply, he knocked and waited upon an answer.
"Come in" the voice on the other side of the door came, it sounded pained and breathy. As Kurt entered the stud's room, his eyes were attacked by many disturbing things. Firstly was the vulgar posters on his wall of woman in the nude, usually accompanied with other women, doing uncompromising acts. Their poor parents. Secondly was the amount of junk that littered the boys floor, from underwear to book to tissues to - is that a used condom? and lastly was the pathetic figure of Noah Puckerman cradling himself on the bed, eyes red rimmed.
"Are you Okay Noah?" Kurt asked quietly as he slowly approached the bed as if approaching a wounded animal.
"Don't call me that, and I'm fine, don't wanna talk about it" Noah replied, voice void of all emotion. He pulled himself out of the position he was in and rubbed his face with his big hands. "should we get started?"
Sighing at the lack of communication, Kurt decided that something else needed to be done before they even comprehended studying. "First of all, this room is a shit tip, I refuse to be in here any longer unless we clean it up,. This room is a physical representation of your mind. Its cluttered and unorganised, we need to clean it immediately"
"Don't try tell me what's going on in my mind Hummel" Noah spat as he got up off the bed and looked around as if wondering where to begin.
"Why don't you start by picking up all your clothes and separating them from clean and dirty ones, while I pick up all your miscellaneous items and place them on the bed so we can sort out afterwards, Noah?" Kurt suggested, although he was not going anywhere near that condom or those used tissues.
"Stop fucking calling me that" Puck hissed through clenched teeth, his fist tightening as he stared at Kurt in disgust.
Kurt seriously contemplated fleeing, feeling intimidated and frightened by the bigger mans unhinged state. The only reason why he stayed was because Santana's words came back to him. 'don't go in half hearted and walk out when times get tough' with him replying 'I'm totally committed'. So instead of giving up at the first sign of trouble, Kurt simply muttered a quiet apology and began to work on cleaning the room, Noah soon mirroring him.
They worked in silence for about 20 minutes, not including Kurt humming the melody of F.U.N's 'We are young', content when all things from the floor were carefully placed on Noah's bed, Kurt decided to check under the bed to see if he missed anything. The countertenor knelt down, still humming and pulled up the bed sheets to peer under, when he froze.
His eyes zoned in on a vodka bottle and a bottle of very strong painkillers. It didn't take a genius to work out what this deadly concoction was and why it was there. Noah was planning on killing himself. He was all aware of suicide attempts, thanks to Dave, since then, Kurt had researched long and hard into warning signs in hopes he could prevent anyone else in being so foolish. Everything was falling in place around him as he found himself struggling to breathe. Sarah saying her brother could be crying, Noah's red rimmed eyes, his anger, his silence and now the tools to do the job were in Kurt's hands. Noah was planning to end his life, and soon.
Standing up and finding his voice he whispered Noah's name to get his attention. "I said stop calling me -" Puck froze when he span around and took in the sight of the slim boy holding the drink and pills, looking paler then ever before. "What the fuck are you doing going through my stuff!" he screamed, veins popping out his neck and turning his face into something ugly.
"I… I was cleaning..and.. I found, I found them" Kurt whimpered, truly terrified of the bigger man's rage.
"You had no right-" Puck begun, and at this Kurt snapped. His anger over not helping Karosky before and his failure at seeing Puck's signs blended into his fears of the man before him.
"I had no right? I had no fucking right? You Noah Puckerman have no right! After all that Dave shit and Mr, Shue's sharing circle about suicide and you go and pull this one" he spat. Kurt was shaking, never had he ever been so angry in all his life, fear was long gone now, now he's body ran on pure adrenaline. As Puck charged towards him, Kurt throw the offending items on the bed and braced himself for the attack. Noah's hands grabbed roughly at Kurt's shoulders, hard enough to easily bruise, and began shaking him violently.
"Don't you dare pretend to care about me, you don't know what my life is like, don't fucking judge me!" the badass roared in the younger boys face, spit flying from his mouth and eyes streaming. Noah was like a man possessed and Kurt simply didn't know what to do, almost frozen with fear, he did the only thing his brain would comprehend. He slapped Puck across the face, hard!
"Don't you fucking even think about giving up! We need you here, with us! Santana needs you, Finn needs you, Sarah fucking needs you, you selfish cunt!" under any normal circumstances, that word would never escape Kurt's lips, but this was no normal circumstances, this was literally a life or death situation. Puck dropped his hands from Kurt's slender shoulders and placed them on the cheek that had previously been slapped.
"no one needs me here" Puck whispered. "No-one cares, I've been feeling like this for months and no one even noticed" he's knees buckled under him and he fell to the floor in the middle of his room, with loud sobs. Kurt, crying himself now silently, fell to his knees in front of the broken man and wrapped his arms around him and was startled when Noah clung onto him like his life depended on it. "No-one wants to burden themselves on a Lima loser like me, everyone leaves me. No-one cares about my story" Puck sobbed into the crook of Kurt's neck.
Kurt was positive that his Marc Jacobs shirt was now ruined from Puck's beastly hands, tears and snot, but he simply didn't care. It Didn't matter, all that mattered was fixing this damaged boy before him. Slowly raising his hand, he let himself stroke Noah's scalp as he spoke quietly into the other teens ear. "I care, Noah. Tell me your story, I'm not going anywhere"
Although I've added 4 chapters in a short space of time, don't get used to it, I work in the week so I won't be able to write, but i will update next weekend. next chapter teaser- title: Noah's story.
Thank you for your continued support x