Puck stood, frozen by the crimson that trailed upon his victim's jaw. Puck's face now hosted two shamingly obvious black eyes and a freshly broken nose; all wounds easily mended by his adversary's defeated state, which was now staining the threading of the carpet beneath him.

Puck stepped back, observing his work with a satisfied smirk on his lips; cracking his fingers, which had been slightly by the connection of knuckle against raw skin. This disappeared as a doe-eyed boy walked tentatively into the room, a gasp escaping his lips as he noticed the person occupying the floor.

"Kurt…."

The words barely passed Puck's lips before the smaller teen wrapped his arms supportively around the jock.

"It's okay."

Kurt whispered, petting the thin strip of hair on Puck's head, calming him instantly.

"He-he called you a fa-"

Puck's breath caught before he could say the word, the degrading, filthy word. A tremble ran through his body, Kurt pulled away; staring firmly in his eyes and over toward Puck's limp victim. When his gaze returned to Puck, a small smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you."

Kurt's words made every ache, shutter and pain in Puck's body melt away, causing him to rest his forehead against Kurt's

"You're welcome."

End story.

A/N: Please R&R!!!