Spoilers: All episodes, just in case.
Summary: Puck picks a song for 90's week and Kurt has a reaction to it that no one expects.
"Alright guys. Starting off 90's week, by a complete random decision by the Hate of Fate, is . . . Noah Puckerman."
Puck stands up as he gets a little applause. He smirks as he grabs his guitar and faces the room.
"So. The 90's had some of the best songs after the 70's ad 80's. Now I originally had a completely different song to sing, but my little brat of a sister told me that this song was from Shrek, her favorite movie. So she said that if I sang this song, then I get control of the remote for the next two weeks." He got a few laughs. "So without further ado."
He begins playing the song. Kurt's head snaps up at Puck as he hears the beginning of the song.
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Kurt covers his mouth. He stands up and reaches for his bag. He doesn't even care that he doesn't even pick up the bag as he heads towards the door. Tears streaming down his face.
Puck stops playing the song once Kurt stands up. everyone watches at Kurt escapes the room.
"What was that?" Rachel asks.
"What did you do Puck?" Mercedes demanded as she got out of her seat.
"Nothing." Puck said. Honestly confused.
Mr. Shue stands up. "Mercedes calm down and go find Kurt."
"No." Puck says as he sets his guitar back on his stand. "I'll do it."
"Hell to the naw."
"Mercedes." Mr. Shue warns.
"He reacted to my song. And I've been nothing but kind to him for months. Just let me see if it's anything I did before I send you to him." Puck tells her.
Mercedes reluctantly nods.
Mr. Shue stands up by Puck. "Go find him Puck. You'll be able to finish some other time."
Puck nods at Mr. Shue before leaving the classroom.
Now if I were Hummel, and an emotional wreck, where would I go? What makes Hummel feel better? Ahh.
Kurt sits on the edge of the stage. He's curled up into a ball, Puck can hear his sobs.
"Hummel." Puck whispers.
What did I do?
"Kurt." Puck says louder.
Kurt holds himself tighter, his sobs louder.
Puck slowly approaches the boy.
"Seriously Kurt. What's wrong? Your girls are going to kill me if I've done something to you and I know I haven't been mean to you in at least a few months." Puck sighs when he gets no response. "Listen Kurt, I know we're not friends, but I'm trying. Just let me know if I did something wrong."
Puck steps in front of the boy. He reaches out to touch Kurt's shoulder when the boy yells and falls back. He scrambles further onto the stage.
Kurt looks at Puck like he's seeing him for the first time.
Puck bites his lip as he climbs up onto the stage.
His eyes scan the pale boy.
Bloodshot eyes. Swollen eyelids. Tear-stained face. Tears still running down his face. Blood on his arms from where his fingers dug in. Wrinkled clothes. Unperfect hair.
Puck sits down in front of Kurt, leaving a few feet between them.
Kurt slowly raises his gaze to meet Puck's.
"Did I do something wrong? Just shake your head or nod." Puck adds.
Kurt slowly, reluctantly shakes his head.
Puck lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Okay. Good. Was it . . . anyone in glee club?"
Kurt is quicker to shake his head this time.
Puck nods. "Okay. Is there something important about today?"
He shakes his head again.
Puck bites his lip. What could it be? The song? The movie? Nah. Everyone loves Shrek.
He glances over Kurt again.
Well that's the only thing it could be.
"Was it . . . it's highly unlikely, but . . . was it the song?"
Right on the nose.
Kurt doesn't move. If at all possible, he tenses more.
Should I get Mercedes? No. Just think. What would Mercedes do?
Puck bites his lip and lets out a breath before crawling over to sit by Kurt. He feels better when Kurt doesn't move away or freak out.
"Can you . . . can you tell me?" Puck asks nervously.
Kurt just stares straight ahead, at where Puck was previously sitting.
"I mean I know I'm not your first choice. Not even a close friend, but give me the chance to help. And since Mercedes doesn't know, that means you probably haven't told anyone." Puck runs his hand through his mohawk as he releases a breath. "I know I'm not the best person to try and console someone, but I'm here. I'm here now. And I'm trying. Just give me something."
Kurt slowly cranes his head to look at Puck.
"I'm sorry Noah." His voice was dry, hoarse from all the crying. "I've been as bad as everyone else since baby-gate. Blaming you for everything when it wasn't your fault that she cheated. You would have been a great father."
Puck cocked his head slightly.
"Kurt, if anyone should be apologizing . . . it's me. I've been the world's biggest moron. Idiot. For everything that I've done to you. I've been trying, and I know it doesn't mean anything, but you really are a cool guy."
Kurt offers him a weak smile.
"I'm sorry I ran out on your performance. You have a really great voice." Kurt complimented.
Puck shrugs. "Thanks, but I'm nowhere near as great as you. No one is."
Kurt's smile gets slightly wider. "That means a lot. Especially coming from an ex-neandrathal."
Puck chuckles. "I guess that is an improvement of sorts."
"Of sorts." Kurt agrees.
Puck stares out into the field of empty chairs before turning back to Kurt. Kurt is staring at the stage in front of them.
"Yeah." His voice came out soft.
"Can I . . . can I give you a hug?" Puck asks quietly, knowing what the answer was going to be.
Kurt turns to face him, his lip quivering.
"I'd like that."
Kurt quickly fell into Puck's arms. Puck held him closer as the sobs broke out.
"Shh. It's okay. I'm here for you."
And I'm actually being genuine.
He opens his legs so Kurt is more comfortable as he soaks Puck's shirt. He gently runs his hand through Kurt's hair, consoling him.
After all the crap I put him through, he trusts me. He's so vulnerable and he trusts me. I never would have saw this coming.
Kurt slowly looks up at Puck as his sobbing subsides.
"Your song . . . it brings up a memory. A very old . . . memory . . ."Kurt trails away as he sits up.
He turns around to face Puck, still sitting between the muscular boys legs.
"You don't have to tell me . . . if you don't want to." Puck says slowly.
Kurt wipes the tears from his face and gives Puck a nod of determination.
"No. I will. You deserve it."