Hook, Revenge, and Baited
Author: GleekShip
Spoilers: Up until Season 2 There will be aspects from each. And Puck and Quinn never slept together, she was never pregnant.
Summary: Santana wants revenge on Puck. She enlists the help of Kurt in this delicious, sexy plot.
Pairings: Puck/Kurt
Hook, Revenge, and Baited
Kurt's jaw is still in awe as he slowly approaches the one bed in the nurse's office. Puck is sprawled on the bed, fast asleep, his chest moving slowly up and down. With each breath, some discomfort crosses Puck's features, his face twitching up in pain, at least that's what it looks like. The normal tan face is bruised up. Both eyes are swollen and bulging out of their sockets. Most of his face is black or gray now, bulges in the skin forming.
Kurt's bottom lip quivers. "Oh god."
Kurt's eyes have just reached the rest of Puck's body. The first thing he notices is the blue sling that Puck has his arm in. Kurt can see the bruise at the elbow where his arm had been broken. More cuts and bruises are easily seen along both arms, disappearing up into the shirt. Kurt can't help himself when he strides closer to the bed and lets his free hand hover above Puck's chest. He looks to his own fingers, his shaking fingers. He clenches that hand a few times before letting it drift down to Puck's waist, one finger gently touching the edge of his shirt. Kurt lets out a shaky breath before hooking two fingers under the shirt and lifting up.
He barely has the shirt a few inches up Puck's chest before he has to drop it. There are bruises there, but these one are a dark red with some looking almost yellow.
Kurt pushes himself away from Puck's body and ends up dropping to his knees in front of the nearby trash can. His ears are suddenly full with the sounds of his own retching. Not that he eats much, but the small plastic container seems rather full of vomit with Kurt's face close up. Seeing his own vomit makes him upchuck a bit more. Kurt forces himself to shut his eyes and just lets his body empty the contents of his stomach.
Who would do that? Who the hell would do that? It looks like he has internal bleeding or something.
It sounds like a choked sob is ripped from Kurt's throat as he pulls back from the trash can. He feels to weak to move so he settles himself next to the trash can, against the wall. He blinks his eyes open and his eyes go to Puck's limp and lifeless-looking body.
Did I do this? Is this what happened because of that video? Dammit. I knew something bad would happen.
Kurt quickly shakes his head.
No. I don't know if it's from that. It could just be coincidence. Yeah. Coincidence. I will not freak out until I know. I will not.
"Oh dearie." Kurt looks to the door as Miss Bailey shuffles in, her bag of ice being dropped and forgotten at the doorway. "What have you done to yourself Kurt?"
"I'm fine." Kurt lies weakly as he slowly pushes himself to his feet.
Miss Bailey has none of that and practically pulls Kurt to his feet before he can do it himself and gives him a gently, yet firm shove into the cushioned chair. "You're not fine." Her eyes got to the small trash can that Kurt's mouth had recently had an affair with. "What caused that? You're not feeling nauseous are you? Headaches, dizziness? Maybe that shove did more than we thought."
"It's not that." Kurt shakes his head and lets out a shaky breath before his eyes return to Puck. "It's him. What the heck happened to him?"
Miss Bailey tsks at Kurt's knack for making people not focus on him before she grabs her desk chair and rolls it over so she can sit down in front of Kurt. "From what I can tell, he was beat up. Miss Shum found him out back when she was cleaning out the kitchens so they could prepare for lunch." Kurt nods and Miss Bailey sighs. "But he was attacked well and good. Poor boy didn't have a chance. It had to be a good eight or nine guys that attacked him."
"What's all wrong with him?" Kurt hesitantly asks.
"Well from the poor amount of supplies in this room-" Miss Bailey all but growls at the lack of the care that the school is allowing her to give her patients. "Is that he's mainly bruised up. Most of them will have faded away within the week. The cuts themselves will heal up, but a few will scar over. And his arm is broken as you can see." She motions towards Puck. "But I don't have the proper stuff here to make a cast for him, so the sling is all I can do."
"What about his chest?" Kurt's voice is low as he asks. "I mean-" Miss Bailey eyes him, wondering why Kurt was looking at the boys' chest. "I saw some bruises going under his shirt, and I've always heard about people getting hit in the stomach or something because the shirt hides the bruises." Miss Bailey sighs and nods. "Some of them look-"
"Yellow? Yeah." Miss Bailey chuckles dryly. "That means that those bruises are luckily healing quickly. It goes back to the whole abuse thing. The victim still feels the pain, but evidence is gone soon after."
Kurt feels a jolt of rage go through his body at the thought of anyone having to suffer that. "And the red ones?"
"Nothing to worry about too much. He was just hit their harder, or multiple times. He should be fine there." But Miss Bailey looks anything but relieved.
"I thought that meant internal bleeding." Kurt frowns.
"Thank god it doesn't." Miss Bailey looks at Kurt with determined eyes. "Now it sucks that I can't contact a hospital until I contact a parent, which I can easily blame on Figgins, but I would not hesitate for one second to drive that boy or any person here to the hospital if I thought it was needed." Miss Bailey lets out a shaky breath and her bottom lip shakes a bit. "That sling should be good for now though. He'll have to get a real one soon. But for now, there's nothing more I can do for him."
Kurt can feel the tears burning in the back of his eyes as he reaches across and takes the older woman's hand. She smiles as she squeezes back.
"Well-" Miss Bailey lets go of his hand and stands up with new energy. "Since you seem to be invested with this boy, how about I text you when his mother gets here. That way you won't stress yourself more and tense the muscles that should be relaxing right now." Her eyes go to Kurt's shoulder and the melting ice pack.
Kurt smiles and nods. "That sounds good. Same time tomorrow?"
Miss Bailey's smile is sad now. "I wish it wouldn't be, but I'm here when you need me."
"I know." Kurt sets the ice pack on the nearby table before pulling the woman into a hug. "Thank you."
So another chapter, of several stories, that's being released on my anniversary. I hope you enjoyed this new chapter in this story. I hope that you continue to enjoy. :)