[I'm going to try to finish up the last chapters of this for anyone who actually still reads it 👌👌👌] [so sorry if there are a lot of chapters but they're really short]

Puck was still processing what had just happened. She understood it was serious and that she had to do something- she just didn't know what.

Or maybe she didn't have to do something? And maybe that was the problem. Maybe she wanted to do something but...couldn't... either way, it wasn't help her sort things out in her mind. She figured Dustin would need someone to talk to but, who was she? A girl he had become friends with in a hospital. That's a wonderful sentence right there. Why her? She hadn't really taken much to it but apparently Dustin had. Or maybe he hadn't. He probably just confessed his being trans because she was the only one there and he had to tell someone. That was probably it. Nothing more. Nothing to think about.

. . .

Except Puck was thinking about it. It baffled her, and while she hated to admit it, made her a bit happy.

Not happy that Dustin was upset, but happy that he trusted her. Actually, ...why was he upset? Kids always make fun of Transsexual students and gays and all, why was he upset this one time?

Puck's thoughts were interrupted at a loud honk and a screech of breaks. She instinctively froze and turned in horror to see the car skid to a halt a few mere inches from hitting her. She tried to say something but fear gripped her too tight, she must've been too caught up in thought that she had forgot to look both ways. However, when the person began to get out of their car, she recalled she had legs and booked it.

She could hear yelling behind her bur her legs carried her fast enough, as she could hear the yelling swallowed up by the sounds of traffic from the street beside her. The sidewalk was a much better friend than the crosswalk.

Much like decisions, emotions,

You don't know when the car is coming.

But you'd better know where to run.

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Dustin didn't know who to talk to, and didn't know who to call, he still didn't have Puck's number, but, he wouldn't feel like talking to her either.

Right now he was at home, his dad busy cooking dinner and mom still at work, he himself pushing off homework as he lay on his bed, facing the ceiling with puffy red eyes. His fast beating heart had become a friend of his in the last hour, a very annoying friend that wouldn't leave no matter how hard he tried to get it to.

It beat out of fear.

Fear for many things.

It beat out of fear for being outed. That was the biggest thing.

Jenna and all her friends had seen him leave, seen him go to the bathroom- the girl's bathroom. This was why Dustin avoided public bathrooms. Next, he had verbally told Puck that he was Transsexual. He'd probably go to school the next day and everyone would know. Why wouldn't they? Puck had no reason to keep it a secret, no special bond with Dustin that would make her want to never tell a soul and to know to never tell a soul. Why had he told her? Why? He hadn't told anyone other than his parents- and it wasn't as if he told them, it was more of asking for the surgery, and them complying. He hadn't ever wanted to make a big deal about it and he still didn't, why would anyone ever have to know he was trans? It wasn't necessary, was it? The football team didn't think he was trans, when he was on it at least- but they still didn't. If they did he would surely be made fun, surely. So why, why did he tell Puck? Why couldn't it have been Jenna? Jenna that was understanding and Jenna that was there to comfort him and Puck be the one that made fun of him. Why couldn't that be the case? Puck meant less than Jenna so why? Why in this order?