Title: On His Own ~1/?~ Author: saar_fantasy Pairings:Puck/Kurt Rating: PG-13 Word Count: ~ Genre: Friendship (could turn into more...Probably will)
Warnings: Angst, Character deaths Disclaimer: As much as I wished I did, I don't own any of them.
Summary: After coming back from Noah's Nana's funeral in Texas, the Puckerman family get into a car crash. Noah gets out of it with some scratches, a concussion and a few broken ribs. His mother and sister die in the ambulance. Leaving Noah all on his own.

A/N: A new plot bunny has struck me and I just can't help but to write it down :)

Julie Puckerman was still wiping at the tears in her eyes as she stepped into the car with her two children to finally drive home.

Noah held his sister's hand as they both stepped into the backseat of the car.

They had both gotten a free week off from school from their principals to deal with their grandmother's death.

The old lady's health had gotten pretty bad a while ago and Julie had decided to go live with her, together with the kids, so they could all take care of her.

It only took two days until Noah's and Sarah's Nana passed away, two days for the funeral and two more days to get everything in order for putting the house on sale.

They would take everything out of the house that they still needed, then the house could be sold.

It was hard to make that decision, but Julie knew it was the right one.

Tears still slid down her cheeks as she shared a glance into her rearview mirror to check on her kids, who were still clutching onto each other, when it happened...

"Mom, look out!" Noah yelled, but it was too late...

Julie's jaw dropped open as she saw the truck in front of her coming right at them, honking his horn furiously.

She tried to stear the car to the side, but the truck hit the side of the car in full force and send the car spinning off the road.

The car landed on his roof, back on his wheels, then back on his roof where it spinned a few times.

When the spinning stopped, there was nothing but silence.

The driver of the truck jumped out of his cabin and started dialing 911 as fast as he could.

Hoping it would not be too late...

-..-

It was Tuesday afternoon and every Glee clubber was sitting inside the choir room, chatting happily. Waiting for mr. Schuester to arrive.

Puck wasn't there, but they knew about his grandmother and they thought principal Figgins had given him a few more days to deal with the loss of a family member.

Mr. Schuester was even later than usual, but nobody really cared. They just kept on chatting and laughing.

Nobody knowing of the drama that had taken place that Sunday...

-..-

When mr. Schuester finally decided to show up, they all saw he didn't come alone. Ms. Pillsbury and principal Figgins were with him, so all chatting stopped.

All students looked at their teacher in silence until Rachel, who never was really good with silences, started speaking.

"Mr. Schue? What's going on?"

Mr. Schuester sighed and smiled sadly, "I'm afraid I have some bad news. For all of us."

"This isn't about Regionals, is it?"

Mr. Schuester closed his eyes and was ready to answer when ms. Pillsbury stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"No, this isn't about Regionals, Rachel." She answered gently, then looked at all of them, "This is about Noah."

There was silence again, but this time it was Finn who decided to break it.

"What happened to Puck?"

"I'm afraid he's in the hospital."

Gasps where heard inside the room and they all looked at each othr before looking back at ms. Pillsbury."

"Is it bad?" Rachel asked softly, clutching on to Finn's hand tightly.

"He has a few broken ribs, a mild concussion and of course some scratches. For the rest he's alright."

They all sighed out breaths of relief before Kurt noticed the tears starting to well up inside ms. Pillsbury's eyes.

"You haven't told us everything yet, have you?"

Ms. Pillsbury sadly shook her head, "No. I haven't told you everything yet."

"Then tell us. Please." Kurt said softly and everyone braced themselves for what was going to come.

Ms. Pillsbury opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out but a strangled sob.

They turned their heads towards their teacher, who was having difficulties with talking as well, fighting against his own tears.

Then they turned their heads to look at their principal, who cleared his throat awkwardly.

"I'm afraid ms. Puckerman and her daughter Sarah didn't make it."

Gasps where heard all around the room again and some students even broke out in tears, sniffling, trying to hold back their sobs.

Tears rolled down Kurt's face as he squeezed Blaine's hands so tightly it probably hurt the other boy.

Even though they broke up a few weeks ago, they were still friends. And right now, they were a great comfort for each other.

Blaine was fighting his own war against his emotions. Even though he didn't really like the mohawked boy in the beginning, they had now came into a silent kind of friendship.

He had no idea how Puck was going to deal with this. Nobody had.

If you were even able to deal with such a thing at all...

"What will happen to Puck now?" Finn asked, his voice was barely hearable, even in the silence.

"Mr. Puckerman is 18 so he's allowed to live in the house alone," their principal answered, "As for you, I want you to be there for him as much as you can. This news is gonna spread around fast and he's gonna need you all to be there for him."

"Puck doesn't want pitty." Santana said quietly, but everyone had heard her, and they knew she was right.

"This isn't about pitty, Santana." Mr. Schuester finally spoke up again, "This is about being his friends. I don't think he'll want us to sing a song, so we won't. But you'll all have to be there for him, like he's always been there for you in his own Puck kind of way."

A small smile spread across all of their faces, because they knew he was right. Puck had always been there for him, in his own kind of way.

Finn knew him the longest, and even though he had knocked up Quinn, Puck had still been there for him in some kind of way. He had started the alliance to get back at Jesse when he and his buddies had thrown eggs at Rachel. He stood up for Kurt against Karofsky and those other jocks, which even made him end up being locked up in a port-a-potty. He had always supported Quinn with money during her pregnancy, and even though Quinn didn't accept the money, it showed her that he genuinely cared about her. He knew Santana better than anyone else, even to the point that it scared her. It was because of him that she had finally showed her true feelings for Brittany. He wheeled Artie around when nobody else seemed to notice him. Even though it all started with that stupid community service thing, Artie knew he had a friend in Puck now. Especially when he started tutoring him.

Every student inside that room had at least one good memory of the mohawked boy.

Even mr. Schuester had good memories of everytime Puck had surprised him with stepping up to the front of the class and doing a solo, showing his amazing skills of singing and playing the guitar.

That was who Puck really was and nobody had ever really paid attention to him. Nobody ever thanked him.

And now they all felt a little guilty...

"Can we visit him?" Kurt asked silently, still wiping at his tears.

Mr. Schuester nodded, "You can. He's in a hospital in Texas. Principal Figgins can give you the address."

Everyone wrote the address down on a piece of paper, sticking it carefully into their pocket or into their bag.

Then principal Figgins and ms. Pillsbury left the room, leaving mr. Schuester alone with his still slightly shocked students.

They all started thinking about ways of showing to Puck that they were there for him, without making it look like a pitty case.

They all had a few ideas... Now they only had to find a way to make them work.

-..-

Puck woke up inside a strange bed, opening his eyes and looking around the room, he remembered that he was in the hospital.

He also remembered waking up the first time and looking up into the beautiful face of a nurse.

The nurse immediately called the doctor to talk to him.

After the talk, Puck didn't see the beauty of the urse anymore. He didn't see the beauty in anything anymore.

His mother and sister were gone...Forever.

His dad had already been gone for years, even though he wasn't dead, and Puck had no one to fall back on anymore.

No more family support.

A tear slid down his cheek as the realization of what happened hit him full force.

He was on his own...