"Oh my head it won’t stop aching, and im sat here, licking my wounds."

[justwants2dance]

Who: justwants2dance and jewhawk
What: That awkward moment where your BFF's boyfriend gives you a concussion
Where: Emergency Room, Cedars-Sinai Hospital
When: Aftermath of THIS
Rating: Probably high

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[jewhawk]

Puck, for the life of him, couldn't remember ever being hit that hard in his life. Maybe he really wasn't supposed to date, because it didn't seem to have led him to the best stroke of luck. One minute, he'd been out with Mike, and the next, Kurt was replaying The Night They Did Not Speak Of on video and taking a swing at him. The next memory he had was of waking up in the hospital, with a really nice doctor telling him just to relax while he checked him out. He got stitches.and the doctor had told him he had a pretty bad concussion, and that he needed to rest. How he managed to remember everything with the splitting headache he had, he'd never know. It felt roughly like someone had gone all My Bloody Valentine on his head with a pick axe.

When he glanced up, Puck had to blink a couple of times. There was a sort of mental fog going on, akin to being drunk or stoned, and that, combined with the headache was making it just a little difficult to make his brain want to carry on a conversation of any kind. "Mike," he replied, bringing one hand up to rub at his weak eyes. His words were just a little slurred, though they'd improved a little from when he first came to. "I got a concussion... Head hurts really bad." He wasn't trying to whine, but Puck tended to turn into a big baby when he was sick or hurt. "Did Kurt seriously hit me?" He knew the answer to that question, but it was so out of character for Kurt's usual temperament. "Why the hell did I try to kiss Blaine? Are Kurt and Blaine here? Does Kurt know he gave me a concussion? Fuck my head..." This last was said in conjunction with an attempt to press his hand against his head that was quickly ended when his bandage was in the way of it.

[justwants2dance]

Mike hesitated for a bit before he came over to the side of the bed and hovered there instead. How was he supposed to explain this to Puck? "Um..." he began quietly. He knew what it was like to have a concussion. He remembered one time in college where he lost his footing in the middle of a dance number and face-planted the stage. He completely knocked himself out and ended up with stitches and a concussion, probably much like Puck was here now, only Mike's injury hadn't been from a fist.

He looked over Puck's in concern. Shit, Kurt really had done a job on him. Mike was pretty sure he had never seen Kurt that angry before, and considering how many bitch moments he had, that was saying something. "No, dude. Kurt and Blaine aren't here. I'm not sure where they are. Kurt did you hit you, yeah. He was beyond pissed, dude, and um... as soon as he hit you, he just got in his limo and left. He didn't even look back. I did try calling Blaine, but his phone was switch off. So, I checked Facebook to see if there was anything there, and there was a post from Blaine saying they were at LAX."

[jewhawk]

Glancing up at Mike, Puck could tell something was off, but he wasn't sure what it was. Nor was he sure why he was playing twenty questions, when his head hurt so much that the slightest sound made it worse. He found himself wondering briefly if this was what those epic migraines Blaine got felt like. His head was pounding, and Puck felt sure his brain was going to come out all the orifices in his head at any given moment, it was just a matter of time.

When Mike explained what had happened in the aftermath of the hit, Puck shook his head just a little before deciding that that, too, was a bad idea when it made him feel dizzy. With a groan, he looked up at Mike, giving him what had to be the closest thing Noah Puckerman had ever come to the famous Blaine Anderson Eyes. "B... Blaine's gone? He didn't say where he was going? Kurt left me on the sidewalk? I know he was mad, but... He's never gonna let me see Blaine again... Dude, what am I gonna do?"

Fuck he hated being a whiny bitch, but he was miserable, and his best friend had just left him, and with the way things were going, he might never see him again, and fuck did this whole thing suck giant balls. "Dude, Kurt's never gonna forgive me."

[justwants2dance]

Mike really wanted to reassure Puck at that point about Kurt's forgiveness, but he had seen that look in Kurt's eyes right before he put his glasses back on and went back to his limo. There wasn't any forgiveness there at that point, just pure anger and possibly even betrayal. If there was one person in this world Kurt trusted with Blaine to not hurt him, or hurt Kurt himself, it was Puck. Puck was really the only guy Kurt left Blaine's sole welfare in control of, and now this. It could be damaging beyond repair, and that was why Mike hoped that Kurt wouldn't need to find out about this. Puck had been drunk and the last thing he would want to do was hurt Blaine or Kurt, but it had happened and Kurt was taking it just as he would take anyone trying to take liberties with his man.

He rested his hand on Puck's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "He just needs to cool down, dude. I mean, it's not like none of us know what Kurt's possessive and jealous streak is like. It's notorious. I haven't spoken to him, but I'll try to if you want me to. I just thought it was best to leave him to it for the moment because it could just make it all worse. He's just watched you making on his other half, dude. Don't panic yet. Or do you want me to try and call Blaine or something?"

[jewhawk]

The moment it took Mike to speak told Puck volumes. Mike was no more sure of the future of his friendship with Blaine and Kurt than he was, and that was hard to swallow. Puck understood. God knew he did. Kurt was fierce when it came to his man... even terrifying. And, in a state of sobriety, Puck never ever would've taken advantage of that. But it was the lack of sobriety that was the problem, and Puck knew that... Well, lack of sobriety combined with the fact that he'd been searching for something he hadn't even realized at the time.

"Yeah, I know," Puck replied weakly. "I didn't mean it, Mike... I didn't wanna hurt him or try it on with Blaine. You know I didn't. I guess it's better if you leave Kurt alone for now... He's probably still super pissed. But... maybe try Blaine? Unless Kurt's told him not to contact me anymore... What if he knows I'm hurt and he just left anyway?" That thought hurt worse than his head did, and Puck swallowed hard against a huge lump in his throat, squeezing his eyes shut. He muttered something about the dizziness, but admit it or not, he was trying not to tear up. "Fuck, this is all my fault."

[justwants2dance]

Without even realising it, Mike was still rubbing Puck's shoulder in a desperate attempt to try and comfort him. Mike had grown up with Kurt, and always thought he was mostly readable, and it he wasn't, he was putting up masks. But this was one of the first times Mike seriously had no fucking clue what was going to happen, and he knew Puck had to be absolutely terrified that he was about to lose his closest friend. He and Blaine had been inseparable for years now, and Blaine was probably the only person who Puck trusted 100%, not just as basic trust, but trusted with his deepest and darkest secrets. Now, in the blink of an eye, Kurt could try to pull the plug on that because it wasn't like he hadn't made it well known that if anyone tried to steal Blaine, he would make them pay for it.

"He was super-pissed, dude. I don't know how much of it all you remember, but I've never actually seen Kurt that angry before. It was beyond anger. His voice was different, there was this look in his eye I've never seen before, even in the night light..." He hesitated apologetically. "And I realise I'm not making this any easier, but there's no point sugar-coating it with you, right? I know you, dude. You prefer to keep shit real. And this is confusing, and you're scared what this could mean. I think leaving Kurt for now is the best idea. I'll try to speak to Blaine for you, even just to find out where they are and if he knows what's going on. He probably doesn't know. Unless Kurt told him first, but... no. No, man, Blaine wouldn't do that. He'd at least want to know you were okay."

[jewhawk]

Puck's hand came to rest on top of Mike's, giving it a gentle squeeze, mostly in gratitude that the other guy was here with him, and he wasn't alone. It hurt like hell that his best friend wasn't here, but Mike's presence was extremely comforting, "Thanks, dude," he managed, in a choked up tone that gave away how close he was to crying. Puck didn't cry, especially not in front of people. He hated it. But then again, he wasn't used to the idea of not having his best friend, either, so it changed thing just a little.

"Nah," Puck replied. "Don't sugar-coat. There's no fuckin' point. Everything's gonna fucking change. We should've told Kurt when it happened... Or, here's a fuckin' brilliant idea, maybe I should've never tried to kiss Blaine. Novel fuckin' concept there, huh?" He shook his head, hissing with the pain. His head was killing him, and he didn't blame Kurt for what he'd done, but that didn't mean he wasn't upset about it. "Yeah, if you don't mind. Just... Talk to him? Fuck, what if he's mad at me? Dude, between the concussion and this, I think my head's gonna explode."

[justwants2dance]

Mike pursed his lips wryly, trying to ignore the rush of hospital sounds going on behind the curtains. It seemed like it was a busy night, and that could be mean Puck would be here awhile if he wasn't considered an urgent priority. Mike would stay with him as long as it took, though, and get Puck home safely when he was discharged, no questions asked. They just had a date together, so it was really the the least he could, even if they hadn't really visited what was supposed to happen beyond the date. They mostly just did a lot of talking about Puck coming to terms with his sexuality, so Mike wasn't sure it was even technically a date anyway, and more just a couple of mates confiding in each other. "It's too late to beat yourself up about things you shouldn't have done, dude. It's how it went down, and there's nothing you can do to change it. You were drunk. Kurt's going to know that, but it still won't lessen the blow for. Blaine is his world."

"I'll try and talk to him, assuming I can. I have no idea where they are or what's going on. Blaine already knows about it all, so he won't be mad at you. The thing we should probably be asking is whether Kurt's maybe mad at Blaine too. If he is, Blaine might blame you for causing problems in his relationship. We're not going to know until we hear from Blaine what is going on," he reasoned. Blaine would be the key to all this, and especially because he would probably be the only one capable of getting through Kurt's anger with it.

[jewhawk]

This whole situation hurt even more than the fucking headache, and no matter what he did, Puck couldn't shake the feeling that things were about to change in a huge way. How exactly that would be, he had no idea, but it was coming. Mike honestly had always been one of those people who was right on with the good advice, and as much as Puck wanted to wallow in misery and rehash what he should've done, Mike was right. It had happened, and there was nothing he could do about it, so there was no point in focusing his energy and time on it. "They love each other so much, man," Puck replied finally. Just like the tip of the iceberg, Puck's words only encompassed a tiny fraction of the thoughts going through his aching head, most present of which being that he wanted to love and be loved the way that Klaine loved each other. Kurt had no qualms about throwing punches to protect what was his, and as much as Puck was hurt by the blow to the head, and frustrated that he wasn't hearing from Blaine, he was kind of jealous of that kind of love.

"Thanks, Mike," Puck said, rubbing his hand ever so lightly over his eyes. "It's really bright in here," he complained as a sidenote. "W... Where's my phone? Did they put it with my other stuff?" Not that it was doing him much good now anyway. "Dude, I really hope he doesn't feel that way. I never wanted to fuck anything up for Klaine. I was drunk and I did something really fucking stupid, but I didn't mean to hurt anybody."

[justwants2dance]

Mike just nodded in agreement. Once upon a time, he used to think Kurt and Blaine's love was untouchable. Like, it was so meant to be, that no matter what was thrown at them, they would get through it. Hell, even the glee club sat back and witnessed Blaine singing cheating songs to Kurt and the odd niggle here and there, but they always came out the other side stronger than ever. But tonight, seeing how shaken and angry Kurt actually was in thinking there was some sort of threat to his connection to Blaine, Mike could see that no matter how much it all seemed to strong and tough, underneath, the scared and lonely Kurt Hummel that had been in the early years of high school before and after he came out was still there. He was probably terrified deep down that he would lose Blaine, and something like seeing video of someone trying to kiss your other half - and his best friend at that - probably hit home hard and fast. "Dude, Kurt's probably just scared..."

"Yes, well, it sort of has to be a bit on the bright side. I personally wouldn't want any medical professional sticking things anywhere near me in the dark," he said wryly. And it was an ER, so it wasn't like one part could be dimmed and not the rest. "Aren't you supposed to stay awake with a concussion anyway?" He looked around a found a pink patient bag on the nearby seat and dug around in it to find Puck's cell, handing it to him.

[jewhawk]

That particular thought hadn't really crossed Puck's mind. What would Kurt have to be scared about? Blaine loved him so deeply, and nothing would ever change that. "Seriously?" he asked weakly. "But... Why would he be scared? Blaine didn't try to kiss me... He pushed me away, dude. He loves Kurt... He's always loved Kurt." The more he tried to make sense of this, the more his head ached, and things were hard to really think about and wrap his mind around. "I mean, I could see him being scared if B got drunk and tried to kiss me, or even if he kissed back when I kissed him, but he gave me a kick-ass version of the WTF face. No reciprocated macking there, dude."

"Okay, you do have a point," Puck replied with an attempt at a grin that looked a lot more like a grimace. "I don't want anybody trying to stick needles in me in the dark or anything." He shaded his eyes with his hand and shrugged. "That's what they tell me, but I'm really sleepy. Do you know what happens to you if you go to sleep with a concussion?" Taking his cell from Mike, Puck slid his thumb across the screen and groaned when he saw no messages from Blaine. "I hate not knowing what's going on," he said softly, dropping his phone on his lap. "It sucks."

[justwants2dance]

"Of losing the best thing that's ever happened to him, dude. Of losing the one person who has become his entire life. You have got to remember that both Kurt and Blaine are celebs these days, and part of their life will always be public property. Kurt's a fucking bitchin' supermodel who is immaculately beautiful in so many ways, and Blaine is painted the sex symbol of his show. People want them. They want them so hardcore, there is probably obsessed fangroups out there who live and breathe both of them twenty-four-seven. Don't you think that deep down, both of them would always be that little bit scared something might just intercept take them away from each other? That doesn't mean they don't trust each other, because they do. They're the most tight couple I've ever known, even beyond my parents. But I don't think they could rationally entirely trust the worlds they're operating in. You've been Blaine's best friend for ages, and to suddenly come out all 'Yeah, I like dudes' and you're macking on Blaine in the process, Kurt is probably terrified you're going to try and take Blaine off him. Hence the anger, and maybe hence keeping Blaine away from you," Mike explained quietly and regretfully. "I just think he will be way, way too angry right now to reason with."

He shook his head a little. "I mean, you don't die or anything. They can just monitor your neurological stuff better if you're awake. I remember getting one in football junior year. Dude, I was fucking sick as a dog. It made me spew for hours. Dude, just chill a little, okay? You gotta let the dust settle."

[jewhawk]

"B... But Blaine would never do anything to hurt Kurt. He'd rather die than hurt him." Quickly, though, he shut his mouth, letting Mike finish his statement. "Okay... I guess I kinda can see that. Even if you trust your other half, it would still turn your world upside down seeing them get kissed by somebody else... Especially when that somebody's their best friend... The only person in the world who comes even within a mile of knowing them as well as you do... I know Kurt knows Blaine better than anybody, but I'm probably second on that list." He paused, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. "I realize I just basically repeated everything you said, dude... I'm slow on the take tonight... I blame Kurt's fist... But... Dude, if he doesn't let me see Blaine anymore, I'm gonna fucking... I don't know, I couldn't take that."

"I feel like shit," Puck replied. "I don't know... I'm trying to stay calm, man, but it's... It's a crappy situation on top of feeling like death warmed over, and I don't even know what I'm supposed to do." He shifted in the bed, trying to make his brain cooperate when it felt like everything wasn't making sense, and he couldn't even fathom whether that was due to the fact that he was concussed, or just that everything was fucked up anyway.

[justwants2dance]

Mike was already giving Puck a slightly exasperated look. "Dude, it doesn't matter. It's outside threats. You never know in a world like this when someone might be there waiting to destroy what makes you happy. It's LA, it's Hollywood. You know what shit is like here, and when you think about it, what Kurt and Blaine have is pretty fucking unique here. There's high school sweethearts, neither have ever slept with anyone else. Not that their sexual history is public knowledge or anything, and people probably wouldn't believe something like that. But again, that just emphasises my point. What they have is near priceless, but that also makes it very vulnerable. What if Kurt worries Blaine might wake up one day bored and wanting to know what it's like to, say, have sex with someone more rough around the edges, more experienced in the bedroom...?" He let that question sink in a little before he continued. "And vice versa. Because what they have is so special and rare, they have to work way fucking harder to keep it protected. Any threats would seem like the were amplified like hell, and like you said, other than himself, you're the closest person to Blaine... and Kurt has always trusted you with that."

"Well, dude, he hit you really fucking hard. You should have heard the noise it made when his fist connected with your face. I'm pretty sure that was well fuelled on anger and adrenaline, because Kurt's as skinny as fuck. Damn supermodels. But he is, and still managed to whack you with enough for to bruise half your face and give you a concussion. You need to just wait and let him cool off and at least let him call the shots for now, or he will pull the plug on you and Blaine entirely," he added knowingly.

[jewhawk]

"Sorry," Puck replied. "I'm being fuckin' obnoxious. I know that. I'm sorry. I swear I'm not an idiot, I'm just... I'm having a hell of a time making sense of all this in my head. I don't think it's the concussion, dude. I think it's just fucked up and confusing as all hell." Mike's words sank in, though, and Puck sighed heavily. Sure he didn't have a long history with guys... In fact, he was talking to the only man he'd ever slept with. But sex in general, he definitely had a lot of sexual history. Deep down he knew that Blaine wouldn't care about that. He loved Kurt, and that was what mattered to him. But he could see why Kurt would be scared to see Puck kiss his other half. Taking a deep breath, Puck glanced up at Mike in shame. "He trusted me, and I let him down."

As bad as this whole thing was, Puck had to smile a little. "I'd say he should've been in fight club, but then again, back then, he didn't know Blaine, and I don't think anything else would've made him pissed enough to fight like that. Dude, I haven't seen my face... Does it look like shit?"

[justwants2dance]

Mike just sat there quietly for a few moments, not really sure what to say. The way Puck was talking, it sounded like the whole thing maybe drew him back to square one on the bisexuality stuff. Not that that was Kurt's fault in any way, shape or form. Kurt knew of Puck's attempted peeking out of the closet, but he hadn't really been directly involved. It had all been Blaine. Kurt hadn't judged, but he hadn't particularly offered opinions or anything either... he was a busy guy and hadn't even been in the country much lately with fashion shows all over the place, but it was clear he hadn't seen Puck as a threat in anyway, or he probably would have interrogated him about it. That video had to have come as a complete shock to see out of the blue, and Mike knew that if it had been his other half, he probably would have reacted the same. "Dude, you... don't have feelings for Blaine, right? Because if you do, we need to find a whole knew plan of attack here."

He had to just nod wryly at that enquiry. "It looks pretty rough, dude. He wanted to hurt you, without fail. Probably like you hurt him. But look at it this way... if you were some stranger who tried to mack on Blaine, you would probably be dead now. You got some leeway being Blaine's best friend. Not a lot, but some. I really just hope he talks to Blaine about it and gets the full story. Blaine's probably the key here, but if you go tattling on Kurt to him, that will probably do you more harm than good."