Fic: Hide and Seek (ch.5/?) Rated R
Title: Hide and Seek (Ch. 5/?)
Author: spookykat
Rating: R/T
Pairing: Klaine, mentions of other s2 canon pairings.
Word count: 1,567 for this chapter.
Warnings: Abduction, bondage in a non-smutty context, foul language.
Summary: Sebastian promised the Warblers that if they made him Captain, he'd get them to Nationals. Unfortunately for Kurt, Sebastian intends to keep that promise.
Spoilers: Spoilers for Michael apply, also for Congressman!Burt
A/N: I'm choosing to ignore the fact that Sam lives with the Hudmels now, because this chapter was written before that bit of info was revealed. Also, I'm fairly certain this will be Jossed by the end of OMW, but there are no spoilers for that ep in this fic.
Blaine felt his stomach churn when a cop shined a light in his face.
They were going to tell them to go away. Possibly arrest them for invading a crime scene. And then his dad would have to come bail him out of jail, and ask why he was friends with the likes of Puck now and force him to quit New Directions, then he’d be even more disappointed in Blaine than he already was (if that was even possible) and this was such a horrible no-good very-bad idea, and there was absolutely no way out of this, and what the hell was he even doing here?
“We should just…go back,” Blaine said.
If Puck had heard anything Blaine had said, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just waved at one of the officers. “Yo, Vince!”
“What’s up, Puckerman?” Vince yelled back. “How’s that baby girl of yours?”
Puck glanced back at Blaine and nodded as if to say ‘See, what did I tell you?’ and dug his hand into his back pocket and showed off what Blaine was certain had to be the latest picture of his daughter. It was surreal to Blaine-Puck rarely talked about the little girl, and Blaine only heard about his drama with Quinn and Finn through Kurt. It was such a disconnect from the same guy who bragged about getting with whole sororities, to the point where it was beginning to feel like his companion was being possessed by some other person.
But, if all the weirdness brought him a step closer to Kurt, he wouldn’t complain. Not one bit. For now, he was willing to take whatever gifts the universe had to give.
“What the hell is going on here, man?” Puck asked in a conspiratorial whisper.
“Jesus H. Christ, it’s a mess! So we get a call in from a trucker saying some car was damaged on the side of the road, right?”
Puck and Blaine both nodded.
“Only…turns out, it’s that Congressman’s kid, you know…the queer? Only, now the guys are sayin’ it wasn’t just a kid bein’ drunk or stupid. He was run off the road.”
Blaine’s stomach clenched at the derogatory term, but he hoped it didn’t show on his face too obviously. “So the kid, any idea what happened to him?” Blaine got up the courage to ask.
The officer shrugged. “Heard ‘em say they found foot tracks like he’d been dragged out of the vehicle and then a second set of tire tracks. Looks like whoever drove him off the side of the road took off with him.”
Blaine fought the panic that was rising up in his chest.
“So any chance we can go poke around up there?” Puck asked, nodding his head towards where the cops were gathered.
“No can do, bud. You’re not even supposed to have gotten this far,” Vince said.
“Yo Vince!” One of the cops yelled in another vehicle, “take a look at this!”
“You boys hang tight,” Vince said, but as soon as his back was turned, Puck was making his way toward the wreckage of the car and Blaine could do nothing but follow.
***
Blaine kept thinking he was going to get caught, but the thing was, nobody noticed. People collected things and put it in bags, just like a scene out of one of those cop shows, but none of them seemed to notice two boys who didn’t belong.
He made his way closer to where most of the cops had gathered, and that’s when he saw the car. There wasn’t any smoke or anything on the passenger side, and at first glance, Blaine breathed a sigh of relief because the passenger’s side was undamaged and it didn’t really look that bad.
“Check it out,” Puck said, nodding towards the front of the car. Blaine made his way around to the driver’s side and that’s when he wanted to throw up. The driver’s side was smashed in to the point where Blaine was pretty sure he couldn’t even find the door-handle anymore, and he wanted to pass out when he saw dried blood smeared on the now-deflated and deployed airbag and windshield.
Kurt’s blood.
He’d been hurt, and pretty seriously at that. There was no way he could just be wandering around somewhere with amnesia. Nobody walked away from a scene like this.
Somebody ran Kurt off the road. They’d meant to hurt him. They wanted him to be incapacitated so they could drag him off, cave-man-style to god-knows-where for god-knows-what purposes, and if Blaine spent any more time dwelling on worst-case scenarios, he was going to either go into a blinding rage or a catatonic breakdown involving the fetal position, whichever came first.
Trying not to look at the steering-wheel, he let his gaze wander over to the passenger’s side. Blaine couldn’t even count how many times he himself had occupied that seat, and after that first kiss, how many times they’d made out…and after they granted their hands Visas south of the boarder, how many times…
Oh fuck. The condoms.
They would see the condoms, and then the torn packages of condoms, which ohmygodthatwouldbesomuchworse, and once they found them, they’d have to tell Burt, and even though Burt reassured him a million times over that he thought he was a good kid and trusted him with his son, Blaine was sure that would change once he knew.
He couldn’t let that happen. He was eighty-percent certain that Burt Hummel didn’t actually posses a flame-thrower, but there was no way he was going to do anything that would test that theory, and besides, there were other weapons Burt could wield that Blaine was pretty sure would be worse.
Nobody was watching him. He was pretty confident that if he just reached in there and pocketed them, nobody would be able to tell.
Problem was, though, that the glove-box wouldn’t shut properly. It fought with him to close until Blaine won the battle with one final slam, and that’s when one of the investigators wearing a CSI jacket whipped his head around and shown a flashlight in his face.
“Hey!” he barked. “What the hell are you doing here? Officer Kimble, we’ve got a situation!”
Puck just glared at him and Blaine shrugged.
“What the hell are you doing out here?”
“I’m just…I had to get something out of my boyfriend’s car.”
The CSI and the officer exchanged glances.
“You know you’re not supposed to be out here, right?” The CSI officer asked.
Puck and Blaine exchanged nervous glances.
“Look, man, it was me, okay?” Puck said.
“I don’t think so,” the officer said, studying Blaine for a minute. “What’s your name, kid?”
“We’ll just…go,” Blaine said.
“Not so fast. Mind if I ask what a couple of kids are doing on a highway in the middle of the night?”
“This is my boyfriend’s car,” Blaine said. “I just…I needed to know what happened.”
“You know what I found on your boyfriend’s iphone?”
Blaine shook his head.
“I found a text to a friend of his that indicated that you guys weren’t exactly…hunky-dory. Trouble in paradise…” he studied the driver’s license. “Blaine?”
“Yeah, we had a fight, but…” Blaine was so fucked. So unbelievably fucked now and there was no getting out of it.
“Well, Blaine,” the officer sneered. “I’ve got guys combing this car for DNA, and I’m pretty sure yours is going to be all over it. Now, you could make this easy on yourself and tell me what happened, or you could make this fun for me and make me guess.”
And then suddenly hands were down his pockets in a way that made him feel a little more invaded than he would’ve liked, and the condom packets were dangled in front of him.
Another officer was searching Puck, somewhere a few feet away, and Blaine could hear their conversation going on a few feet away. Puck was going to get his visitation rights taken away if they arrested him too, and Puck had tried so hard to do the right by his daughter lately, and Blaine felt horrible about that because he was only trying to help Blaine, but Blaine had bigger problems right now.
“Getting rid of evidence?” the offier asked, handing the CSI the condoms.
“No! I mean…yeah, I guess I was, but…not because I…look, I love Kurt, but his dad is just, really really scary when he wants to be and he’s not going to like the fact that he needed those in his car and he’s never going to let me come over ever ever again.”
“Come on, kid, you’re coming down town to answer a few questions.”
“Can’t I answer questions here? I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, just…I can’t go to jail. Kurt’s dad will kill me. My dad will kill me. You have to believe me! I didn’t do anything!”
“Kid, just calm down,” the officer said, leading him away. “It’s not the end of the world. You’re just coming down to answer a few questions, okay?”
No, it might not have been the end of the world, but Blaine was beginning to think Armageddon was a better option.
Chapter 6