The Third Prompt Meme Post
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Kurt swings his and Blaine’s clasped hands as they walk across the parking lot, his gaze focused up at the sky rather than on where he’s going. Blaine tugs a bit so they won’t run into any cars and Kurt looks back down, smiling at him.
“I love summer,” he says.
“I thought you missed wearing sweaters.”
“I do,” Kurt pauses, clearly thinking of his large collection of sweaters, then continues, “but during summer we don’t have to be anywhere and we don’t have do any homework and we can stay out late.”
“Except you have a curfew and I’m scared of your dad,” Blaine points out. “So really, we can’t stay out late. And we do have to be somewhere.”
“He’s not scary.” Blaine just raises his eyebrows as Kurt smirks. They’ve reached their parked cars now, and Kurt crowds Blaine until his back is against the driver’s door of the Navigator. “Besides, I don’t have to be home until midnight. We’ve got lots of time.”
Blaine twists his wrist around to try and read his watch over Kurt’s shoulder. “A whole forty-five minutes.”
“Plenty of time,” Kurt says, kissing Blaine’s jaw.
Making out in the backseat of a car in the parking lot at the mall is probably not the classiest moment of Blaine’s life, but he figures that it’s at least a step up from making out on top of a car in the parking lot at the mall. He glances at the clock on the dash at one point and panics. “Kurt. Kurt, stop. It’s 11:45. You have to go.”
Kurt leans back, pouting. “I can be late.”
“I am really am frightened of your father, you realize? He smiles and shakes my hand but I’m pretty sure he’s thinking of ways to kill me the whole time.”
“He likes you,” Kurt assures him. Blaine is skeptical. He leans over to kiss Kurt again before opening the door and stumbling out onto the pavement. Kurt follows him. “Call me tomorrow?” Kurt asks, opening the driver’s door.
“Sure,” Blaine says.
Kurt steps forward to kiss him again. “Love you,” he murmurs against Blaine’s lips.
“Love you too,” Blaine says. “Go. I’ll come by Monday and help you pack for school.”
Kurt makes a face. “Don’t remind me.” He rolls the window down and waves after he shuts the door. “See ya.”
Blaine waves back and watches him drive out of the parking lot before getting in his own car. The radio is playing a commercial for laser hair removal, so he reaches down to change the station. The clock on the dash says 11:56 PM in bright green numerals.
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Augh, Blaine! I know that you're a teenager and it's in your blood, but why did you have to lie?! That's not going to look good... But part of me is still thinking, "At least he got to tell Blaine he loved him before he went missing." ;___; You're killing me and it's only just begun.
I love your character voices, especially Kurt's. The time-stamps are also a really, really nice touch. ♥ I can't wait to see more of this!
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Yeah, about Blaine... *shifty eyes* I guess at least Kurt told Blaine, since he didn't tell Burt.
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Your emphasis on the time gets to me. Like how worried Blaine is about Kurt breaking curfew and the very last line of this part: The clock on the dash says 11:56 PM in bright green numerals. Can't wait to read more.
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I love that this prompt got so many fills!
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:O
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There are two police officers standing on the porch. Blaine stares at them silently until one finally asks if he’s Blaine Anderson. He nods.
“Can we come in?”
Blaine’s dad appears at the foot of the stairs, still in his pajamas. “What’s going on?” he demands.
“We’re looking for Kurt Hummel. He’s been missing since about midnight.”
“Your boyfriend?” his dad asks Blaine.
“We just need to ask some questions,” one of the cops says. “We believe your son was the last person to see Kurt.”
Blaine’s dad crosses his arms over his chest. “You think Blaine did something to him? He wouldn’t. He was here all night. Got home before midnight.”
“Dad,” Blaine says.
“We just need to find out if your son saw anything suspicious. He’s not a suspect, sir.”
His dad relents and then they’re all facing each other across the coffee table. He answers the questions as best he can. Kurt was wearing black shorts and a red top, but he’d had on a gray tank-top too because he always wears layers. He’d had on boots even though it was way too hot out for them and a scarf.
“What color scarf?” one of the officers asks.
“It was McQueen,” Blaine says. The officer just raises an eyebrow. “The designer. Um, it was black with skulls and this yellow rope pattern…”
As the officer’s writing down the description Blaine remembers, “He was wearing a necklace too. This little pair of gold glasses.”
“Any other jewelry?”
“No.”
Their questions are mostly about what Kurt and Blaine did that evening. Blaine retraces their steps as best he can, trying to remember exactly what time they’d bought tickets and when the movie had gotten out. No, he didn’t notice anyone watching them. No, Kurt wasn’t acting strangely. They’d been parked next to each other; he’d watched Kurt get into his car and drive off. Kurt was heading home. Yes, he’s sure. It had been just before midnight.
No, he doesn’t have any idea where Kurt might be.
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He tells his dad he’s going over to Kurt’s house to see if he can help and his dad just nods. “Call me if you hear anything,” he says.
Blaine starts to think it was a mistake to go to Kurt’s house as soon as Finn opens the door. Two officers are sitting in the living room, talking to Burt and Carole. Burt’s hunched over, his head in his hands, and Carole looks angry. They all look up when Finn flops back onto the couch, and Blaine shifts his weight from foot to foot, trying to think of something to say.
“Blaine, right?” one of the cops asks. “You’re the boyfriend?”
“Um, yes,” Blaine says. It sounds more like a question, so he repeats, “Yes.”
Blaine feels like he’s done something wrong just by being there as the cop looks at him. “Well,” the officer finally says. “You saved us a trip.”
“You need to talk to me? ‘Cos I already talked to Officer, um…” Blaine’s forgotten his name.
“You talked to Reynolds. I’m Detective Moore. We’ve just got a few more questions for you.” He stands up, tucking his notebook away. “We’ll go down to the station.”
Blaine looks between Detective Moore and Burt Hummel, who won’t look at him, and suddenly wishes that his dad were with him. Blaine normally knows what to say no matter how bad the situation is, but he can’t think of anything right now.
“We’ll get his picture and a description of what he was wearing out to the local news,” Moore says. “I’ll call you with an update around 2:00.”
“Thanks,” Carole says.
Moore just nods, then puts a hand on Blaine’s shoulder and steers him toward the door. “Let’s go.”
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...oh, you're good. XP
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Blaine is not under arrest. They’re quick to assure him of that when he asks. They just want to talk.
They leave him sitting in a small room by himself for what feels like an hour. The clock on the wall says 12:42 PM though, so it can’t have been more than fifteen minutes. There’s no two-way mirror, but otherwise Blaine feels just like he’s a suspect on Law & Order: SVU. He tries to pretend Stabler is going to come in and slam him up against the wall, but reality comes crashing back when Officer Reynolds opens the door instead. Blaine’s in a police station being questioned about his boyfriend’s disappearance. His boyfriend has been missing for over twelve hours. A lot can happen in twelve hours. There’s a wastebasket in the corner; Blaine wonders if they would mind if he threw up in it.
Officer Taylor, who was at the Hummel’s earlier, follows Reynolds in. They sit down on the other side of the table.
Blaine asks, dully, “Do I need a lawyer?”
“Why would you need a lawyer?” Reynolds asks. Blaine just looks back at him. He wants to ask them to call his dad, but his birthday was three weeks ago and he doesn’t think they do that if you’re eighteen.
“Where’s Detective Moore?” he asks.
“He’s busy,” Reynolds says.
Taylor flips open a folder. “We just want to get this timeline nailed down. You were meeting Kurt at 8:00 last night, right?”
Blaine nods. “He was running late.”
They start going through yesterday evening again. Blaine feels like he’s answered these questions fifty times before. What time did they buy movie tickets? Where are the receipts? What time did the movie get out? What time did they get to Ben & Jerry’s? Does Blaine have a receipt for that? What time did they leave?
“Alright, here’s where we have a problem, Blaine,” Reynolds says. Blaine stares at the tabletop. “Ben and Jerry’s closes at 11:00. You told Kurt’s dad you last saw him at 11:30. You told us you saw him at 12:00. The guard in your neighborhood says he let you in at 12:23, but your dad says you were at home before midnight.” He stares across the table at Blaine. “Who’s lying?”
Blaine runs his fingernail along the table, where the plastic edging is peeling away from the metal top. “No one’s lying,” he says. “I got home at 12:30 and my dad was already asleep. He just didn’t know. He’s not lying about it.”
“What time did you last see Kurt?”
“Just before midnight.”
“So you lied to Mr. Hummel when you told him 11:30?”
“I-“ Blaine looks up. “No. I just… I didn’t mean to. I saw Kurt at midnight.”
“And what were you doing for an hour after Ben & Jerry’s closed?”
“Making out in the car,” Blaine says.
“Anybody see you?” Taylor asks.
Blaine raises his eyebrows at the officer and shakes his head. “No.”
Taylor starts writing something down. “So besides you, no one saw Kurt after you two left Ben & Jerry’s at 11:00 PM?”
“…No,” Blaine says. Taylor keeps writing.
Reynolds wants to know how Blaine met Kurt. How long they’ve been together. If they’d had an argument recently. If Kurt had been upset about anything.
Blaine interrupts in the middle of one of Reynolds’ questions. “I didn’t do anything to him,” Blaine tells them. He’s felt mostly numb all morning but after answering all of their questions he’s just angry. Angry at the situation and angry at the cops and angry at himself for letting Kurt leave. Blaine was there. Blaine was the last person to see him. Blaine could have made him go home earlier, driven him there, done something. “You’re… You’re wasting time when you could be out there finding out what’s really happening to him. He could be kidnapped or, or hurt and you think I did something to him. I love him. I would never hurt him.”
Taylor writes that down too.
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