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A/N: Warning…Blaine is shown in a not so flattering light this chapter. There will be future Blaine bashing, although I’ll try not to make it too bad. There may also be bashing of other characters…*cough* Finn*cough* later in the story, so be warned.Chapter Seven
Puck had needed some time to himself to process everything. He was wandering around the streets of Lima, during the day, to process everything that had been happening over the last few days. Rachel freakin’ Berry was a VAMPIRE SLAYER. Vampires were real; and apparently so was every other monster. Dragons were real! Now that was pretty sweet. Not that he really wanted to see one, at least not until he had a better handle on all of this. So, little miss diva was a super hero…wasn’t that just a kick in the teeth for his ego. She’d been fighting vampires for a couple of years now apparently. How had they not known about this? Well, he’d never really cared before, but now she was one of his girls; he took care of what was his.
Spike was a vampire. He had actually met a real live…err…real vampire. That was pretty cool. Of course, he had listened to what Xander and Spike had told him, and he had no desire to meet any other vampires. He kinda liked being alive, thank you very much. Puck had to admit, those two were pretty cool. They took him in without even thinking about it. They trusted him with one of the biggest secrets in the world. He didn’t remember anyone ever showing him that kind of trust. It felt pretty freakin’ awesome. He wasn’t going to do anything to screw this up.
That sparring match between Rachel and Spike had really opened his eyes. For all that he was a bad ass; they totally proved he was nothing more than a baby in the scheme of this new world. He had a lot of training to do. He had every intention of being right there to help his girl out, and he’d make damn sure he had the skills to do so and not be a liability. And if he got to play a bit of the hero too, well that was pretty sweet. Chicks dug heroes.
Brittany being a seer really wasn’t much of a surprise. It actually made Brit make sense. Spike had explained it to him. Because of what she was, Brit just didn’t see the world the same way everyone else did. Spike told Puck about his dark princess Drusilla and how she had been a seer as well. Totally bat shit crazy, but still a seer. And it’s not like Brittany hadn’t said some things over the years that seemed totally nuts at first, to then make total sense later on. Puck would make sure she would be safe too; he’d been warned how some of the baddies want seers.
He continued walking down the streets, letting his thoughts wander where they would, as he accepted this new turn his life was taking. He had just turned a corner when a body slammed into him and kept right on going.
“What the hell…Anderson!” Puck yelled at the retreating back. Blaine did not acknowledge his presence and continued to sprint down the street. The hell?
Puck shook his head at the odd behavior and continued on his way. As he was nearing an alley that Blaine would have just past, he heard the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh. A sense of dread nearly overwhelmed him as his blood ran cold. Puck began to sprint toward the sound, praying his fears were not right.
“Fucking faggot!” Puck heard as he came to the head of the alley. About mid-way down three guys had a fourth cornered and were beating the life out of him. Puck froze at the sound of a pained filled scream. Oh god, Kurt!
One of the burly men was holding Kurt’s arms behind his back, making sure he couldn’t move. The other two were taking turns punching and kicking him everywhere they could get; all the while spewing hate filled slurs at the defenseless boy. Puck had found himself frozen for a few seconds, unable to believe what he was seeing. He had just started to move to Kurt’s defense when Kurt let out the most blood curdling scream Puck had ever heard.“Get away from me you homophobic pieces of garbage!”
Kurt raged. A dim light began to surround Kurt, and quickly grew in intensity. Suddenly, there was a loud boom and the men that had been surrounding Kurt went flying through the air. The man that had been holding onto Kurt landed in the dumpster behind them. The two that had been throwing punches slammed into to the wall in front, both making a sickening crunch when they landed. Kurt collapsed to the ground, seemingly unconscious.
Puck was at Kurt’s side in an instant. He dropped to his knees and gently looked over his wounded friend. Kurt was a mass of bruised flesh. His left eye was swollen shut; his bottom lip was split; there was a cut running down the right side of his face, like one of the behemoths had been wearing a ring and it cut into his skin. Kurt’s shirt was still on him, so he couldn’t see the damage. He lifted the shirt to check his abdomen, making sure there was no blood pooling, indicating internal bleeding. Puck ran his hands over Kurt’s chest and sides. He gently prodded the ribs, and didn’t feel any broken; he was familiar with how broken ribs felt thanks to the fight club. Relieved to find no more than bruises, Puck scooped Kurt into his arms and headed to Xander’s. Luckily, he was only about two blocks away.
Puck moved down the streets as fast a he could, while being careful not to jostle his burden. Puck was beyond angry at this point. Those…those…creatures had put their hands on his Kurt! They had hurt him. He wished he had time; he’d make sure they were never able to put their hands on anyone else again. Kurt was more important right now though. He made sure he got a good look at all three, he’d make sure to they got was they deserved, later. But that wasn’t all that had his blood boiling. Fucking Blaine Anderson! He was supposed to be Kurt’s boy! The pansy had run away and left Kurt to fend for himself. He hadn’t even bothered to tell Puck there was trouble. What if Puck hadn’t continued down that street? NO! He wasn’t going to think like that. He had found Kurt. Granted, he hadn’t been much help at the time, but he’d make damn sure Kurt had help now.
He finally made it to the house. He was unable to open the door while holding Kurt. He kicked the bottom of the door as hard as he could, impatient for someone to answer.
“What the hell!” Spike, remaining in the shadow of the house, opened the door with a snarl. “There had better be….what happened?!” He quickly relieved Puck of Kurt’s unconscious form and headed to the living room.
“Oh my god, Kurt!” Rachel yelled. “What happened?” She rushed to her friend’s side. Taking one of his hands once Spike had him on the sofa.
“I was out for a walk. Just sorting all of this stuff, ya know,” Puck began, never taking his eyes off the boy on the sofa. “I was just about to round the corner a couple of blocks down when…Anderson
” he spat the name like a curse, “ran into me. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even slow down. Didn’t think much of it at first, it’s not like we’re friends or anything. But then, I could hear the sounds of someone getting beat. I ran to that alley a couple of blocks down. There were these three guys. One was holding Kurt while the other two were pounding on him.” Pucks voice hitched.
“Oh Kurt,” Rachel whimpered.
“I...I froze for a second,” Puck ducked his head in shame. “They just kept hitting him, saying all these horrible things. Then Kurt screamed.” Puck shuddered at the remembered sound. “He told the homophobic pieces of garbage to get away from him. Then….then this, this light started to form around him. It just kept getting brighter until…boom!
The guys that had been holding him went flying. Two of them probably have a pretty bad concussion. Then I just grabbed Kurt and ran here.”
Xander had brought in the first aid kit and had proceeded to clean Kurt’s face and start bandaging him as Puck told them what had happened. “Does he need a hospital?” Xander asked Spike.
“Not really. There’s no internal bleeding. He might have a concussion. They just give him a pain killer and send him home for that. We’ve go that here. He’s pretty banged up, but he’ll be good as new in a few days.” Spike assured, his hand clutching Rachel’s shoulder in support.
“How can you be sure there’s no bleeding?” Puck asked. Not questioning if the vampire was right, just wanting to know how he knew.
“He can smell the blood,” Dawn said from Puck’s side. She had silently slipped into the room as Puck was explaining everything. Puck nodded his understanding.
“You got a good look at those guys?” Spike asked.
“Yeah,” Puck’s voice hardened. “Don’t know about the one that ended up in the dumpster, but the other two were out cold when I grabbed Kurt. Made sure I remembered their faces.”
“Good. Sun down in about half an hour. We’ll head over down there and have a look around.” Spike and Puck shared a look promising a world of pain for those that had hurt one of theirs.
“What was that light Puck was talking about?” Rachel spoke up.
“That pet, would have been his powers breaking out. Need to get Willow here sooner than we thought.”