Prompt Post #7
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At the station, he asked if he could see his parents. There had to be some kind of explanation. They wouldn't let him, said that his parents were still being questioned. They asked him all kinds of questions about when he and Cooper went to visit their grandparents or when he went to boxing camp or times like that. He couldn't always remember exact dates but they seemed satisfied with answers like “I think it was a week after school let out” or “I guess between Christmas and a couple of days into New Years.”
They broke for a minute or two and asked if Burger King was okay. He didn't want to eat but Kurt, Mr. Schue, and Ms. Sylvester all told him that he should, so he agreed and ate it when it came, or at least a few bites until they said that it was okay if he didn't want any more. They let Kurt sit next to him while they ate and Kurt held his hand again, rubbing it and saying that he was proud of him.
Then they started asking questions like whether he had ever brought girls to the house, even just for study dates. He said he sometimes did, or sometimes his friends came over with their girlfriends. Then they asked him whether his parents had ever said anything about them that struck him as unusual and he answered that sometimes they'd say something but it was all normal, things like they knew David's girlfriend's parents or that Wes' had gorgeous hair. They they asked about what his parents told him about sex, what his parents' attitudes were towards women and teenage girls. He started shaking during those questions and asked if they were girls. After looking at one another, the police confirmed that they were and he broke down again. He heard Sue snarl, “Oh, for God's sake, tell him whether or not he knew any of them.” They said that as far as they could tell, none of them were girls that he knew or that he or his friends had brought over.
Finally, Cooper came in. His eyes were red and his hair was messy and Blaine had never been so glad to see him. He grabbed Blaine and hugged him and held him like that, rocking back and forth just a little and sometimes kissing the top of his head. “I'm here now, I'll take care of you, promise.” He remembered Kurt, Mr. Schue, and Ms. Sylvester and the lawyer introduced himself.
The police asked Cooper the same kinds of questions and he answered them the same way that Blaine had. He had brought over his own girlfriends, and he had several during middle school and high school, but they'd never said anything that seemed strange. Sure, they sometimes said things about how pretty a girl was or how nice she was, but that was it. The sex talk included being respectful, not thinking that taking a girl out meant that she owed him sex, and that no means no. They even talked about how the media often objectifies women and that for the hero, what would be harassment in the real world is treated as persistence.
Finally the police were through and only told them not to leave town. Cooper said that he'd get them a hotel room and Kurt was the first to get out his, “No, you're both coming home with me.”
Cooper protested, “Kurt, it's generous of you, but you really should check with your dad, first. He might not exactly want us under his roof, especially since there's a media frenzy.”
Kurt answered, simply, “I know my dad. He'd only be disappointed in me if I didn't bring you home.”
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AN: Constructive criticism is always welcome, too.
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Poor Blaine and poor Cooper. I can't imagine how distressing this must be for the both of them.
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Carole and Finn were waiting in the living room. They both looked startled to see Kurt had brought Blaine and Cooper with him, but Carole spoke first. “Oh, good, Kurt brought you here, Blaine.” She looked at Cooper questioningly. “Cooper. Blaine's big brother.”
“I'm Carole. Please, sit down, you both look exhausted.” She squeezed his shoulder as he walked by.
“Blaine and Cooper need someplace to stay. I thought they could share my room and I'll take the couch.”
“Of course.”
“You could crash with me, dude,” Finn offered.
“The couch doesn't snore. You, on the other hand...” The words sounded like Kurt but his voice didn't quite.
“Oh, come on, it'd be fun. And, you know, cozy. And stuff like that.”
That was weird, that Finn was practically pleading with Kurt. Kurt must have figured that it was easier to agree than to keep arguing since he said, “Fine, it will be practice for sleeping through an earthquake if I ever go to San Francisco.”
“Cool. It was your turn to make dinner tonight but Mom and I figured you'd be late, so we ordered a pizza. It's in the oven keeping warm.”
Carole added, “I've got a salad in the refrigerator, too. Cooper, is there anything that you can't eat?”
“Nothing. Can I help with anything?”
“Kurt usually makes another vegetable, but that's usually a one-person job. Blaine, will you set the table?”
He wanted to hug her for that. She was treating him like things were normal and like he was still family, not a guest. His parents- no, his parents never would forget that somebody was a guest, unless, of course, they were killing her. He fought the tears back this time.
Nobody tried to make conversation as they ate, though Kurt did insist that he eat more and Carole told Kurt that she told Burt the basics and that he was finishing up some urgent work on an unemployment bill and would be back as soon as he could. “I told him to stay and get it done, you know how much this one means, but he said he'd come immediately if we need him.” After they finished, she told him and Cooper, “You two must be exhausted. There's no need to stay up if you need to go get some rest.” He looked over at his brother and saw how bad he looked. No wonder Finn had flinched a bit at seeing them, if he looked anything as drained.
“You go up to bed, squirt, I need to tell some people I'm okay, I didn't get a chance to before I left.” Cooper got up, hugged him, and said, “I'm proud of you, Blaine.”
“What for?”
“Everything. I always said one of these days you'd live up to me.” Blaine drew back to stare at him but caught his teasing smile as Cooper pulled him right back into the hug. “Sorry, little bro, I just had to see at least a bit of a smile from you today.”
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Aww, but Kurt and Carole are trying so hard to be accommodating and sweet to them after everything. <3
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“Hi, dad.”
“Carole texted me that Blaine and his brother are staying the night. That your idea?”
“Dad, they didn't have anywhere but a hotel and-”
“Hey, easy there, kiddo, I was going to say you did the right thing. I've gotten some questions about it already, though, so I'll probably have to make a statement.”
“Dad, I am so sorry.”
“It's these mudslingers who should be sorry, not you.” He paused and then asked, “How's Blaine doing? If that isn't a dumb question.”
“He's...” He was trying to find the words. For somebody who almost always got a note on his English essays to cut back on the adjectives, he was coming up blank. “He's, he's...lost.”
“Can't blame him. Do you need me out there?”
“No, we're holding the fort. We turned off the landline and have all the curtains closed and Finn goes out with a baseball bat if we hear noise.” He tried to chuckle. “I don't know if he scared the raccoons more or if they scared him. But we locked the garbage in the garage since the second time it was a person trying to go through it. We'll put out something really smelly and nasty tomorrow, though.”
“That's my boys.”
“Well, it was actually Carole's idea. She said it's a shame she can't get some of the worst diapers from neonatal.”
This time Burt did laugh. “That's my wife, then. Listen, you take care of one another and I'll be there as soon as I can.”
“Thanks, dad, love you.”
“Love you too.”
He felt almost as exhausted as Blaine. It was so much to process. He hadn't really bonded with the Andersons but he admired their taste, even if it was on the conservative side, and had felt comfortable enough in their home. If he felt like somebody had pulled the rug from under him, Blaine was feeling it a thousand times more. He simply couldn't imagine how he'd feel if he found out that Burt was a serial killer who liked killing girls and had two dozen bodies around the house.
He finished his homework as a distraction, even though Carole had said that they'd see tomorrow whether it was a good idea for him to go to school. By the time he was done, he was more than ready for bed. He did his cleansing and moisturizing and then went into Finn's room. “Still sure about this? I can make up the couch if you changed your mind.”
“No way, dude. So you sleep nearest the window and if anything happens, I'll fight them off and you scream really loud and then run. Mom knows where Burt's gun is.”
“Finn, I really doubt that the media is going to try to come in and force a story out of us, and as much as I hate knowing there are photographers in the bushes, I doubt that anybody is going to come after us with all of them lurking.”
Finn looked confused and after a moment, Kurt realized what he'd been thinking. “Finn Hudson, did you really think that Blaine and Cooper were going on a killing spree here tonight?”
“Not really, but...” He must have caught Kurt's death glare and protested, “Dude, I know it's not likely, but I'm not going to let anybody hurt you, okay? I...I just couldn't deal if anything happened to you.”
Why was it that he could never stay as mad at Finn as he deserved? And how could a hulking monster of a brother have such good puppy eyes? On the other hand...
“Finn, I, I appreciate your protective streak, but...you can't think that I'd need protection from Blaine.”
“What if killing people is like, like, what's the word, uh, something that you can catch?”
“You mean contagious. Or maybe hereditary. It's not either.” He sighed heavily. “Look, Finn, Blaine's going to need our support. Not our frisking him for weapons every other minute.” Finn still looked unconvinced and Kurt pulled the ultimate weapon. “What if it were Rachel's parents? Would you think that she was a killer, too? And Rachel's not even as sane on an everyday basis as Blaine.”
“I guess, but...I just worry about you sometimes.”
“I know.” He couldn't help but love his goofy, gangly, good-intentioned brother in moments like this, no matter how infuriated he was. “We can talk some more about things tomorrow. Right now, I need all my strength to put up with your snoring.”
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