AN: So, supergirl102 wanted to see Puck standing up for Kurt. Well here it is. Set end of season two after Kurt returns to McKinley. Enjoy!

Tossing my gym bag onto the passenger's side of the seat, I climbed into my truck. As I was putting the key into the ignition I heard a ringing telephone from my bag, which didn't make sense as my cell phone was hooked onto the pocket of my jeans. Confused, I reached for the bag and started digging through it although the phone had stopped ringing by then. It didn't take me long to find Finn's phone, which must have got mixed with my stuff in the locker room after gym class.

I was about to go see if I could find him before he left school grounds when the phone started ringing again. Looking down at it, I saw Kurt's name on the screen. Figuring that Kurt could at least tell Finn I had his phone if I couldn't catch up with him, I pressed the answer button.

"Finn are you still at the school?" Kurt asked before I could even get a hello out. He sounded both scared an panicked.

"This isn't Finn. It's Puck," I replied, frowning as I heard banging and muffled shouting on Kurt's end of the phone. "Are you okay?"

"I am for now. I'm managed to lock myself in a janitorial closet before Azimio and Cruise got a hold of me." Kurt said. I heard more banging. "I don't think they plan on going away any time soon though," he added.

Climbing out of the truck I headed back for the school building. "Where exactly are you Kurt?" I asked, as I jogged toward the front entrance.

"The janitorial closet by the art room."

"I'm on my way. Just hang tight."

"Not exactly too many places I could go," Kurt replied, before I ended the call.

Hurrying through the hallways, I was soon turning the corner to head toward the art room. I spotted my two teammates right away.

"You can't hide in there forever, homo," Azimio yelled at the closet door.

"Don't you have someplace else to be?" I called out, striding toward the other two jocks. Both Azimio and Cruise turned toward me.

"Oh look, one of the Glee Fairies are coming to the rescue," Azimio quipped. Beside him Cruise laughed but took a step back. Cruise had been afraid of me since sixth grade when I broke his nose when I threw a baseball at him. "Where's your red beret? You'd look cute it one."

"I don't need some red hat to kick your butt," I told him, coming to a stop right in front of him.

"You know, I just remembered I had something to do," Cruise said, backing off further.

"Looks like the odds are in my favor now," I said, reaching out for Azimio's jacket.

"Hey, lay off me dude," Azimio said, backing up. He wasn't as brave without back-up.

"Then get out of here," I said, giving him a push backwards as I let go of his jacket.

"Fine. I give you and your boyfriend some privacy," Azimio commented, turning and heading down the hallway.

Turning to the closet I knocked softly on the door. "Kurt, they're gone. You can come out now," I called.

Slowly, the door opened a crack, and I saw Kurt peer out before slowly stepping all the way into the hallway.

"Thanks," he said, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder.

"Anytime, man," I said, liking the feeling of being the hero instead of the bully.