Title: Landslide ~1/?~ Author: saar_fantasy Characters: The whole ensomble I guess Pairings: Puck/Sam, Kurt/Blaine, Sam/OMC, Blaine/Sebastian, eventual Puck/Kurt Rating: R Word Count:~ Genre: Friendship, Romance, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Angst, violence, homophobic jerks Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, neither do I own the people in real life. I know...It's very sad.
Summary: Puck falls victim of hate crime, leaving him with no choice but to break up with his boyfriend Sam, if only to protect him. Who knew there was another boy whom he could fall in love with and take another chance.

A/N: Oh yes, I'm a sucker for Puck/Sam, even though Puck/Kurt is my OTP and Samcedes is one of my favorite canon pairings. This plotbunny won't leave me alone!

Loud screams filled the morning air when the girls of McKinley High entered the football field for their gym class, followed by the thunderous roar of footsteps from the boys and teachers who were rushing over there.

When they arrived there, Finn, Coach Beiste, coach Sylvester and mr. Schuester at the head of the group, they saw all the girls huddled together, staring at something...A body... on the ground.

The person lying there's shirt was ripped apart and carved all over his chest was one word: FAG.

His face was pretty beaten up and so was his body, full of bruises and scars, one leg lying in a very awkward angle.

The only thing they could see that could tell them who the person was, was a nipple ring...

"Oh God," Finn breathed, "Puck..."

Then Finn heard a gasp beside him and turned his head to see Kurt and Blaine standing there. When he turned his head a little more, he saw a very familiar blond haired boy also pushing his way through the crowd.

"Don't let Sam through!" Finn ordered and Blaine and Kurt quickly turned around to try and stop Sam from seeing the scene before their eyes.

"What's going on?" Sam asked confused when he felt Blaine and Kurt's hands on his shoulders and chest. "Come on, let me through. I want to see what the commotion is all about."

Kurt sadly shook his head, looking down instead of in Sam's eyes.

"Believe me, Sam...This is something you don't want to see."

Sam frowned. What the hell could be so bad?

Then he heard a groan...A groan he was unmistakably familiar with.

"Puck!" He shouted, trying to wiggle himself out of Kurt and Blaine's hold of him. "Let me go! I need to see him."

There was a struggle between the three boys when suddenly a small voice came through.

"S-Sam?"

The three boys stopped their "fight" and Sam raised his eyebrow at the other two, who dropped their arms to their sides and let him pass.

Finn, who was crouched down next to Puck together with coach Beiste, coach Sylvester and mr. Schuester, stood up to make room for Sam.

Sam took the spot next to Puck's face gratefully and grabbed one of his hands, cupping his cheek with the other one.

He barely recognized his boyfriend, that's how severely they beat him up, but he tried not to think about life long scars right now.

What are life long scars that you can see compared to mental life long scars? Absolutely nothing.

Puck tried to look up through heavy lidded eyes, letting out a groan in pain..

"It's alright, babe." Sam tried to shush him, "I'm right here. It's alright."

"I-it h-hurts..."

"I know. Help is on the way. At least I hope there is."

"I called 911," mr. Schuester spoke up, "They should be here soon."

Then Karofsky stepped into view, looking down at Puck with fear in his eyes, but Sam didn't notice the fear, the only thing he noticed was that the asshole was coming to look at his victim and he jumped at him.

"You bastard!" Sam said as he threw a punch at the leader of the hockey team, "Come to gloat about your doings, huh?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Karofsky asked, while dodging Sam's punhes, "I didn't do anything to him!"

"Like hell you didn't!" Sam screamed, trying to break free out of Finn and mr. Schuester's hold who were now trying to hold him back, "Who helped you, huh? Who? You're dead, Karofsky! All of you are!"

Sam glared around at all the jocks and hockey players who were all standing around rather helplessly.

Nobody else dared to say or do anything. Sam was mad with anger and they were all afraid they would be the next one he would snap at.

"S-Sam," Puck's hoarse, very weak, voice came through again, "Sam, p-please."

With one last glare to Karofsky, Sam shrugged mr. Schuester's and Finn's hands off of him and crouched back down next to his boyfriend.

Sam took Puck's hand again, his other hand running through his mohawk.

"Sam, it wasn't...Wasn't Karofsky...Nobody from hockey or football...Older guys...With bats and...And knives..."

That's when Sam broke down, a strangled sob leaving his mouth as his head crashed onto Puck's chest.

"It-it's alright Sammy," yeah, of course Puck had to console him...It should've been the other way 'round, damn it!

"It's not," Sam whispered, but still hearable for Puck alone, "It's not alright and you fucking know it."

"Shhhh," Puck tried to shush him again, "Sam, look at me."

Sam lifted his head up and saw that Puck had opened his eyes, or at least enough so he could see the warm brown-hazel eyes that he loved so much.

"I'm gonna be ok. Listen," he said and everyone listened, "I can hear sirens. They're coming to get me and fix me up again."

Sam was overwhelmed by the strength in his boyfriend's eyes and voice, while he was the one being beat up like that, still, Sam was the one feeling weak.

Everyone knew Puck was one of the strongest guys in High School, both fysically as mentally, and even now, his fighting spirit still wasn't broken.

No none could have anything but respect for that.

Sam wanted to say how proud he was of Puck's braveness, anything to let him know how he felt.

The only thing that came out was;

"I love you."

Puck smiled, or tried to, because that hurt as well, "I love you too."

Then the paramedics arrived, letting the students and teachers make way for them and their stretcher.

They grimaced when they saw the word fag on Puck's chest and shook their heads.

"Another hate crime again," one of them muttered,more to himself than to anyone else, "Why can't people be more appreciative and accepting of each other?"

"That's a good question," Sue Sylvester suddenly spoke up, "Maybe because this world is a stinking hell hole with nothing but filthy cockroaches to step on."

The paramedic who had spoken the mostly retoric question blinked at her, then at the man behind her; mr. Schuester, who was waving his hand and mouthing not to pay attenton to her.

The paramedic helped the others then and soon enough, Puck was lying inside the ambulance, hooked on a breathing machine even if he had protested about it beforehand. They said it was standard procedure..

Sam was first being told that he couldn't drive with the paramedics and Puck because he wasn't family, but after both principal Figgins and mr. Schuester talked to them, Sam was allowed to jump into the back, but to stay out of the way while the paramedics did their work.

The rest of the Gleeks all followed them and principal Figgins, although not allowing the other kids to leave the school, he gave them all the chance to sit in the study hall, because the teachers weren't in the mood to teach anything either.

Rachel immediately called her two gay dads. They couldn't really be of much help, but it was more to help herself calm down.

Besides, one of them was a lawyer, so if Noah would want to, he could always hire him if it would come to a trial. They only hoped that Noah could recognize the guys who did this to him.

Preferably before they could do more harm, 'cause they had already done enough.

-..-

"Sam?"

Sam, who was sitting in the waiting room of the ER after a doctor and some nurses had taken Puck away from him, looked up into the tired, worried face of Judith "Judy" Puckerman.

"I'm so sorry, Judy," Sam said, standing up to give the woman a hug, "I wish I could have protected him."

Judy shook her head, pulling back a little to look her son's boyfriend in the eyes.

Yes, she had problems with her son's sexuality in the very beginning, but she came to terms with it. It didn't hurt that he had met a very nice boy like Sam, which made the acceptance all a bit easier.

"This is not your fault, Sam."

"But, I should have been there with Noah."

"No, you shouldn't. The police told me this probably happened very early in the morning and God knows what my son was doing at a football field before the sun had even rose up."

A lump of pure guilt rose up in Sam's throat, "He told me yesterday to meet him there but I overslept, and-"

"Stop right there," Judy said firmly, shaking Sam a little by his shoulders, "This is NOT your fault. Noah told me about your little date before school, but something tells me that he was there way before you boys had promised to be there. I don't know why, but I just want you to get it into your head that this isn't your fault and neither is it Noah's. This is the fault of those homophobic, narrow minded people, and theirs only. Understood?"

Judy looked intently into Sam's eyes until he finally gave a small nod.

Then the other Gleeks came into the waiting room and joined Sam and Puck's mother in their waiting game for the doctor to finally get some news on their friend.

It was hard to see who looked shocked the most. Maybe the two other out gay couples, Kurt and Blaine and Brittany and Santana, because the four of them were all thinking the same thing.

This could have been one of us.

But still, Sam looked the worst of all, because besides of Judy Puckerman's nice words; Sam Evans still felt guilty for what had happened with the one boy he dared to give his heart to.

He felt a hand slip into his and looked beside him to see that Kurt had taken the seat beside him without him even noticing it.

Kurt squeezed his hand and Sam gave a squeeze back because he knew Kurt was hoping for the same thing as him.

Please, let Noah be ok.