Payback
Title: Payback
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: PG-13,
Warning: Mentions of rape, language
Spoilers: up to episode 6, just to be safe
Summary: Puck is very protective of Kurt.
A/N: Sequel to Trust in me Because people were asking for it and once I'm given an idea, I have to go with it. Also, I hope you guys enjoy it and please don't hate me if the characters seem out of character cause I swear I didn't do it on purpose! Also, after this I'm gonna work on happy stories!!
You drive Kurt to his house, rather then have him walk. Once there you walk him to the door, and tell him that you’ll be back after you run home. He nods, but looks skeptical. You give him one last hug, before heading back to your car.
“Puck!” You turn around when you hear him yell your name. “Be careful.”
You smile. “I’ll be fine, I’m just running home. I’ll be back in about half an hour.”
“Still.” He looks down at his feet, then up at you again.
“Okay, I’ll be careful.” You nod as you get into your truck. You glance back at him before starting your truck. As you put the truck in gear, you sigh. The football team is dead.
~~~---~~~
The football team is sitting in the locker room when you get back to school. “Hey Puck. Coach wants to know why you ditched practice.”
You just shrug, “Didn’t wanna go.”
A few of the players exchange looks. “What, to afraid to tell us what you were really doing?”
You walk up to the one who was talking. “Really? Wanna tell me what I was doing then, Chuck?”
Chuck just smirks as he steps closer to you. “You were probably with the queer from glee, sharing your feelings.”
You clinch your fist at your side. “His name’s Kurt.” You don’t remember punching him, but the next thing you know Chuck is on the ground, his hand over his eye. “Now what did you assholes do to him?”
Another player, Mark, talks now, but he doesn’t move towards you. “We just gave him what he wanted. To be surrounded by a bunch of guys.”
You turn to face him, ready to charge him, when Colin starts to talk, “We had him moaning when we told him to picture you. We told him to just pretend it was you, holding him through out the whole thing. Telling him that the two of you could be fags together.”
You snap at that. One minute you’re standing, the next you’re kneeling on the ground next to Colin’s body. Colin isn’t moving, but you keep hitting him. “You never talk about him that way.”
Someone grabs you around your waist and pulls you off of Colin. You elbow the guy, which causes him to fall, pulling you down with him. You stand up and slam your foot into his stomach. Someone hits you in the stomach, you stumble backwards, but quickly regain your composure, but not before someone gets you in the back of your knee. You’re on the ground when coach comes into the locker room.
“What is going on?” His face looks really red as he takes in the scene of three guys on the ground, two of which aren’t moving.
“Just goofing around coach.” Mark says, extending his hand out to you, proving that it was for fun.
Coach nods. “Okay, just keep it clean.” He walks away without a second thought.
You take Mark’s hand and yank him down so that he’s lying next to you. You let go over his hand and elbow him in the stomach. You push yourself up when no one else tried to hit you. “So, anyone want to tell me why you decided to touch Kurt?”
“We had no say in it.” Tony says, looking down at his feet. “They said if we weren’t there than they would do the same to us.”
“Who did it?” You limp over to the bench, your knee hurting like crazy.
Tony pointed to Colin. “He wasn’t lying about mentioning you.” He refuses to look at you. “Kurt was moaning when they was describing you. We tried to leave but Mark and Chuck were standing by the doors.”
“And you didn’t think to tell them to stop?” You stand up, despite how your knee is protesting it. You need to look menacing, so they wouldn’t think they could take you down again. “You didn’t think to stop them. There were more of you than them, unless you’re lying to me.”
“What’s a matter Puck?” Chuck asked, sitting up. “Mad that we took him before you could?”
You smirk as you slowly walk over to him. You place your hand on the back of his head, fisting some of his hair, tilting his head back. “Ya know what Chuck.” You move so your face is inches away from his. “I think you have a death wish.”
His smirk matches yours. “I think Kurt enjoyed it. He said your name when he came.”
You head butt Chuck, knocking him out. You laugh as you think about all the times people have called you hardheaded. “Anyone else wanna say something?”
No one said anything, and no one moved. They didn’t even look at you, too scared to do anything. You sigh as stand up, favoring your right side. “If any of you, these three jackasses too, ever touch Kurt again. I will make sure you have to breathe through a tube.” You walk towards the door, turning back to them before leaving. “Understood?”
They all nod at you, staring at the three bodies on the ground. None of them make a move to help them, or even check on them. You smile as you leave the locker room. No one messes with Kurt without having to deal with you.
~~~---~~~
You get back to Kurt’s house an hour later. He’s standing by the door waiting for you. You smile as you pull your duffel bag out of the bed of your truck, slinging it over your right shoulder. You walk up to him without limping as best as you can, but he still notices.
“Want to explain why you’re limping?” He has his arms crossed over his chest, daring you to lie to him.
“Ran into the door of my bedroom.” You shrug as he holds the door open for you.
“Want to try again?” He leads you down to his basement bedroom. “I got a call from Finn while you were gone.”
“Oh?” You forgot about Finn. He wasn’t in the locker room, so you didn’t even think of him. “What did he want?”
“Just wanted to know if I knew why a few of the football players had to go to the hospital.” He crosses his arms again, looking at you as if you were a child getting punished for stealing a cookie.
“Poor guys.” You place your duffel on the ground and turn to face him. “What are they saying happened?”
“They are saying it was football related.” He starts walking towards you.
“Shame I missed practice then.” You hold your arms out, and he walks into them, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Thank you.” He places his head on your shoulder.
You smile as you kiss his forehead. “Anything for you baby. Anything for you.”
Pairing,Character(s): Kurt/Puck,
Rating: PG-13,
Warning: Mentions of rape, language
Spoilers: up to episode 6, just to be safe
Summary: Puck is very protective of Kurt.
A/N: Sequel to Trust in me Because people were asking for it and once I'm given an idea, I have to go with it. Also, I hope you guys enjoy it and please don't hate me if the characters seem out of character cause I swear I didn't do it on purpose! Also, after this I'm gonna work on happy stories!!
You drive Kurt to his house, rather then have him walk. Once there you walk him to the door, and tell him that you’ll be back after you run home. He nods, but looks skeptical. You give him one last hug, before heading back to your car.
“Puck!” You turn around when you hear him yell your name. “Be careful.”
You smile. “I’ll be fine, I’m just running home. I’ll be back in about half an hour.”
“Still.” He looks down at his feet, then up at you again.
“Okay, I’ll be careful.” You nod as you get into your truck. You glance back at him before starting your truck. As you put the truck in gear, you sigh. The football team is dead.
~~~---~~~
The football team is sitting in the locker room when you get back to school. “Hey Puck. Coach wants to know why you ditched practice.”
You just shrug, “Didn’t wanna go.”
A few of the players exchange looks. “What, to afraid to tell us what you were really doing?”
You walk up to the one who was talking. “Really? Wanna tell me what I was doing then, Chuck?”
Chuck just smirks as he steps closer to you. “You were probably with the queer from glee, sharing your feelings.”
You clinch your fist at your side. “His name’s Kurt.” You don’t remember punching him, but the next thing you know Chuck is on the ground, his hand over his eye. “Now what did you assholes do to him?”
Another player, Mark, talks now, but he doesn’t move towards you. “We just gave him what he wanted. To be surrounded by a bunch of guys.”
You turn to face him, ready to charge him, when Colin starts to talk, “We had him moaning when we told him to picture you. We told him to just pretend it was you, holding him through out the whole thing. Telling him that the two of you could be fags together.”
You snap at that. One minute you’re standing, the next you’re kneeling on the ground next to Colin’s body. Colin isn’t moving, but you keep hitting him. “You never talk about him that way.”
Someone grabs you around your waist and pulls you off of Colin. You elbow the guy, which causes him to fall, pulling you down with him. You stand up and slam your foot into his stomach. Someone hits you in the stomach, you stumble backwards, but quickly regain your composure, but not before someone gets you in the back of your knee. You’re on the ground when coach comes into the locker room.
“What is going on?” His face looks really red as he takes in the scene of three guys on the ground, two of which aren’t moving.
“Just goofing around coach.” Mark says, extending his hand out to you, proving that it was for fun.
Coach nods. “Okay, just keep it clean.” He walks away without a second thought.
You take Mark’s hand and yank him down so that he’s lying next to you. You let go over his hand and elbow him in the stomach. You push yourself up when no one else tried to hit you. “So, anyone want to tell me why you decided to touch Kurt?”
“We had no say in it.” Tony says, looking down at his feet. “They said if we weren’t there than they would do the same to us.”
“Who did it?” You limp over to the bench, your knee hurting like crazy.
Tony pointed to Colin. “He wasn’t lying about mentioning you.” He refuses to look at you. “Kurt was moaning when they was describing you. We tried to leave but Mark and Chuck were standing by the doors.”
“And you didn’t think to tell them to stop?” You stand up, despite how your knee is protesting it. You need to look menacing, so they wouldn’t think they could take you down again. “You didn’t think to stop them. There were more of you than them, unless you’re lying to me.”
“What’s a matter Puck?” Chuck asked, sitting up. “Mad that we took him before you could?”
You smirk as you slowly walk over to him. You place your hand on the back of his head, fisting some of his hair, tilting his head back. “Ya know what Chuck.” You move so your face is inches away from his. “I think you have a death wish.”
His smirk matches yours. “I think Kurt enjoyed it. He said your name when he came.”
You head butt Chuck, knocking him out. You laugh as you think about all the times people have called you hardheaded. “Anyone else wanna say something?”
No one said anything, and no one moved. They didn’t even look at you, too scared to do anything. You sigh as stand up, favoring your right side. “If any of you, these three jackasses too, ever touch Kurt again. I will make sure you have to breathe through a tube.” You walk towards the door, turning back to them before leaving. “Understood?”
They all nod at you, staring at the three bodies on the ground. None of them make a move to help them, or even check on them. You smile as you leave the locker room. No one messes with Kurt without having to deal with you.
~~~---~~~
You get back to Kurt’s house an hour later. He’s standing by the door waiting for you. You smile as you pull your duffel bag out of the bed of your truck, slinging it over your right shoulder. You walk up to him without limping as best as you can, but he still notices.
“Want to explain why you’re limping?” He has his arms crossed over his chest, daring you to lie to him.
“Ran into the door of my bedroom.” You shrug as he holds the door open for you.
“Want to try again?” He leads you down to his basement bedroom. “I got a call from Finn while you were gone.”
“Oh?” You forgot about Finn. He wasn’t in the locker room, so you didn’t even think of him. “What did he want?”
“Just wanted to know if I knew why a few of the football players had to go to the hospital.” He crosses his arms again, looking at you as if you were a child getting punished for stealing a cookie.
“Poor guys.” You place your duffel on the ground and turn to face him. “What are they saying happened?”
“They are saying it was football related.” He starts walking towards you.
“Shame I missed practice then.” You hold your arms out, and he walks into them, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Thank you.” He places his head on your shoulder.
You smile as you kiss his forehead. “Anything for you baby. Anything for you.”