Puck's POV

Puck drops Becky off at her school and feels the fear creep slowly through his body. She had kept him calm talking about nothing and everything on the ride, now she was walking in to the school building waving at the door.

He pulls out of the parking lot and turns towards to McKinley, suddenly he cant breath, his whole body is shaking and he feels like he is going to pass out. He pulls over and tries to calm his nerves. He tries taking deep breaths and closes his eyes, thinking back to the promise he made to Becky.

He finally feels like he can safely drive and pulls back on to the road. He pulls into the parking lot and sees the familiar faces, yet they are strangers in his eyes. Some wave at him, some turn away not looking at him and others look right through him.

He parks and puts on the "badass Puck face", he just wants to get through the day, to be able to go home when the final bell rings. He grabs his backpack and gets out.

He walks straight to Mr. Figgins' office, where he is suppose to meet with his probation officer, Tom Watson. They are suppose to discuss his conditions of his probation. It is basically, if he skips school, gets into a fight, or causes any general trouble, he will be back in that hellhole called Juvie.

After the meeting he heads to class, the hallways nearly empty and that suits him just fine. He really doesn't want to see the looks or hear the whispers about "what happened" to him.

"They don't know they were not there", his mind screams at him. He pushes the voices and thoughts from his head.

He makes it through his first few classes with minimal trouble, most of the students gave him a wide berth in the hallways. But even with a wide berth, he could still feel people brushing against him and all he wanted to was turn around and beat the hell of whoever it was touching him. Yet all he could do was keep walking, acting like it didn't bother him at all.

Lunch time was spent outside. He couldn't help the need to feel free, to be able to walk almost anywhere he wanted to without seeing guards or looking over his shoulder waiting for the next attack or lesson planned by James.

He doesn't even eat, really he hasn't had any appetite since being sent to Juvie. If he did eat he could not keep it down for very long and he would not add that to the list of issues he had going on now at school.

After lunch he was elbowed a couple of times, he knew it wasn't on purpose. He stumbled once from the shock of the pain, he knew his face couldn't hide it. He could only hope that no one noticed it. But someone did notice but they were too afraid to question him at school.

Kurt's POV

Kurt was driving to school when he noticed Puck's truck sitting on the side of the road, as he drove past it he noticed Puck was in the driver's seat with his head thrown back against the back glass.

There wasn't any sign of an accident or any other trouble, so he kept going on to school. The nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong with the badass of McKinley High School.

Kurt knows that juvie is not a good place, no form of rehabilitation just more ways to learn how to be a better criminal or resident badass. He sighs at the thought of Puck going back to his old ways or being a worse bully than before.

Kurt doesn't see Puck until after lunch. He has heard all the rumors going around school, but the one thing that seemed to be repeated over and over was that Puck was different, withdrawn from everyone.

He knows that Puck is in the hallway as the rest of his classmates start walking around an obstacle, it is almost like the parting of the Red Sea. He looks at Puck from across the hall and sees a freshman's elbow catch Puck in his ribs. The misstep wasn't missed by Kurt, neither was the flash of extreme pain that flashed across his face for a moment.

He wanted to go to Puck and let him know that he was here if he needed him, but he knew that would only embarrass the resident badass so he stayed away. He didn't understand why he wanted to comfort Puck and he didn't understand why a single tear fell from his azure eyes.

Willing and Wonderful by Mark Salling

If your willing

I will be wonderful