Title: It Has To Be You
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt, Puck, Puck/Kurt
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me. (maybe one day...)
Author Notes: This is my first Glee fic ever, so I hope you enjoy it! Also, Un-Beta.
Summary: Puck didn't know why, but hurting Kurt was something that he enjoyed a little too much. Or at least it was, until the day he saw the diva crying.
Puck woke up slowly, feeling his body heavy, like any other day. He knew that the day wouldn't be different from any other. He would just go to school, throw some nerd on the dumpster, skip math, intimidate everyone that was on his way and when he got back home, he would see his mother completely wasted, shouting at him, saying he was the worst thing that happened in her life and say one of those days she would leave with his sister, and he would never see them for as long he was alive. He tried to protect his sister as much as he could, but it seemed the more he tried, the more his mother hated him. She would say she didn't wanted her precious daughter infected with his germs. How was that suppose to make him feel? He never did anything to his mother. On the contrary. As soon his father left them, he tried to become the man of the house, and tried to take care of both, but as soon his mother started drinking, his vision of a functional family collapsed and he had no idea what to do. He would just go to school and do anything to make him stop thinking about it. So he would bully people and play football until his limbs hurt so he could ignore the pain inside.
But every time he thought things were better, things would get worst and Puck would start questioning why was he even born! He didn't asked for it. He didn't asked to be treated like that, he didn't asked to be the biggest Lima Loser the world as ever seen. "Noah!" He heard a soft voice calling him. He looked to the side and saw a little girl opening the door looking at him with worried eyes. He seat on the bed and smiled. "Hey kiddo. Already up?" He asked as the same time he got up and reached for the small had of the girl. "...I woke up with mom...shouting.." She said and Puck started biting his lower lip. He wished his sister wasn't going through a thing like that. She was just a kid, she didn't deserved a thing like that. All she should worry about was what her mother would say if she ate too much candy, not worry about her mother getting wasted and break everything in the house. "It's okay Sarah..I'm sure she's alright now." She just nodded and Puck cursed inside his head. He was sure someone else would come up with the best excuse to make his littler sister feel better and smile brightly. But he just couldn't. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't come up with the right words to make her forget about everything and just behave like a normal 10 year old kid. But there was nothing normal in their life.
He could see in Sarah's eyes she just wanted to change their life if she could, and that made Puck feel incredibly proud of her. She was a force of nature. She wouldn't allow anyone to know how she felt. She would act like nothing was wrong and would just cry when she got home. And Puck had to admit he wasn't that strong. He broke down when he got a slushy on his face and was sure, if he allowed anyone to see how he got after it, he would be mocked for the end of his days. "Tell you what." He started while looking to those big eyes Sarah had. "I'll pick you up after school and we'll go for ice cream." He saw a huge smile on her face and she nodded happily. He just wanted to make sure she would see the state their mother would by the time they got home. "Can you bring Finn too? I haven't seem him in a long time." Puck just nodded and told her to get ready. He knew how much Sarah liked Finn, and who could blame her? Everyone loved Finn. He was the golden boy. Perfect smile, perfect behavior, sweet personality. He was always nr:1 while Puck would always be in the shadow of his best friend. He would just be the shoulder Finn's girlfriends would cry on and have sex so they could forget about their broken hearts, at least for an hour or so. And honestly speaking, Puck was tired of it. He knew that besides being the Lima Loser, he was also the Lima Whore.
But he was more than it! He didn't wanted to be like that. He just got caught up by his stud reputation that when he wanted to stop it was too late. For a while he couldn't look at himself in the mirror without feeling disgusted. The closest thing he had to a real relationship was Santana and that was pretty sad. When he got Quinn pregnant, he thought everything would change. That he would have the wonderful girl next to him, loving him with their perfect baby girl. He pictured they would be the perfect family, but then he saw how Quinn still loved Finn and when he saw his daughter leave with Rachel's mom...it was too much for him. Deep down, he knew he never loved the cheerleader, but the feelings he had for her, were close to love. And when he imagined his future with her, he had to admit, he didn't wanted to return to the real world. He felt happy. And he didn't felt like that for a long time. But fate had a little thing called 'let's destroy Noah Puckerman's life'. Every single time he started to thing he was accomplishing something, something would come and ruin everything to him. He was so used to it, that he didn't cared anymore. He knew in the future he would just have some lousy job, probably get married and have some kids. He would never leave that crappy town because...because he was Puck. And because of it, he would be angry all the time, and there was one person in particular, who never did a thing, but always suffered on his hands. Kurt Hummel was like his own personal toy, that he would torture until he got bored. But he never got bored, and that scared him. A lot. One day he would probably hurt Kurt really bad! But he just couldn't stop. Something inside him told him he couldn't stop. And he knew the fashionista would never forgive him, even if he asked for forgiveness. Why? Because nothing good ever happened to him, and that wouldn't start now.
"Kurt wake up! You'll be late!" The diva heard but just ignored. He wanted to stay in the house and sleep. He just wanted to stay in his warm bed without a care in the world. His head was hurting so much, and his whole body was heavier than it should be. It was his fault he was so tired. But who knew TV finally became interesting? He spent the whole night watching an Elizabeth Taylor marathon, and he simply loved every moment of it. He loved the woman walked, talked and looked. Everything about her was perfect. Kurt swore to himself that if he could, he would be straight for her. Or at least, wear the glamorous jewelery and blow everyone away. He heard the door open and just knew his dad entered his room without permission. He hated when Burt did it. "Are you sick?" Burt asked while placing his hand on Kurt's forehead. The young one just stood on his bed and didn't said a word. He wasn't the type of person who liked to skip classes, but he just didn't felt like going to school. All he wanted to do was sleep for hours and hours. "You're burning up!" Burt sounded shock, and with good reason. Kurt hardly got sick. Not even if he stood the whole night under the rain, and didn't took a warm shower to warm up. "...I'm going to tell Finn you won't go to school today...Carole will take check on you before she leaves and I'll come at lunch. You stay here and rest." Kurt could hear his dad wasn't happy to see him like that, but what could he do? It wasn't his fault he had a fever! Tired? Yes, his fault. Fever? No. He saw Burt leave the room and he took a deep breath, relieved that he could finally sleep without anyone to interrupt him.
He didn't know why, but lately, he just couldn't find the trill to go to school, or even to go to Glee club, and everyone knew how much he loved Glee. It wasn't because of the jocks. Kurt would just ignore the slushies and the dumpsters dives. It actually made him stronger because he knew one of those days all of those idiots would be on their knees, begging him for forgiveness and Kurt would have the pleasure to say no to them. But now, he just didn't want to go to school and didn't wanted to look at anyone, not even at Mercedes, he just wanted wanted to know why he was feeling like that. It made no sense! And he was Kurt Hummel! Everything had to make sense, except for fashion. That was something that was perfect the way it was. "Hey, are you feeling alright?" When he had that concerned voice, Kurt wanted to smile, but all he did was roll his eyes. "I'm fine Finn. Just leave me alone so I can sleep." Kurt said, on the nicest tone of voice he could come up with. Finn just frowned his eyebrows and continued looking to his step-brother, worried that was seriously sick and needed to go to the hospital and maybe have some exams done to him. "I'm not going to die! I'm probably with a cold or something! " It was like he had been reading Finn's mind, but then again it was Finn! He was probably the most predictable creature that ever lived. "Just go to school and don't forget to bring me my homework" The taller one left and didn't said a word. He knew it was useless, especially with a happy Kurt like that.
Kurt moved a little on his bed and looked to the ceiling. He took a deep breath and looked down to his wrists. Small bruises, almost invisible were on his wrists. They were a remainder that until he left Lima, he would be the punch bag of non other than that stupid jock Noah Puckerman. He didn't know why, but the jock seemed to have a thing for him. And it wasn't something to be flattered about. It was something to be scared. Who knew Puck could scare the hell out of Kurt, way more than Karofsky. Not that Puck threatened him or anything. But the way Puck looked at him was something to fear. He just wanted to know, why. Why was the Jock that way with him? He thought that when they joined Glee, they would at least be civilized with each other, but no. It got things worst. And Kurt would just come home and wait for Finn to fall asleep so he could cry. He was tired...so tired. But he couldn't do a thing. Nothing at all. He was hated, and he had to live with it.
A/N: I hope it wasn't a bad first chapter! I promise the next one will be better!