What started as COLIVER will also be finished as Klaine. Request granted.
"The biggest risk is not taking any risks."
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?" the examiner asked the witness.
"I swear," the witness replied and nervously looked around the court room as he sat down.
"Agent Fain," Sue started as she approached the detective, "why did you decide to inspect my client's container?"
"Because my team was alerted to a discrepancy with the container's weight," the detective answered immediately, almost seems like he anticipated that particular question.
"So this gives you the right to search the container?" She asked sarcastically, her left eyebrows turned upward, provoking the man, who had just taken an oath to tell the truth, to lie.
"Objection, lack of foundation," the prosecutor countered.
"Overruled," the judge replied. "Answer the question," he instructed the witness.
"That's correct. It is within my right," Agent Fain said while he shook his head; an obvious sign that the witness was lying. Only Sue and her associates noticed this kind of micro-expression, and knew immediately that the man had lied. It's not enough though to win this case; she needed to bring her star witness.
"What was the name of the employee who first decided to weigh the container?" She probed for more.
"Can't say I recall," Agent Fain responded with a nod. A negative statement, but his body language is stating differently; another micro-expression.
'Again with the lie,' Sue thought to herself.
"His name is Dave Karofsky, and he left his job two days after the incident and disappeared without any forwarding address or information. And once the investigation started, no one could find him," she said with a smirk on her face; Waiting to prove the prosecutors wrong. "Now you all may think that, that was enough time to escape and disappear, but my client is innocent."
She heard the prosecutor snickered on her back; she turned to him and eyed him with contempt. "Thankfully, I did. Mr. Karofsky?" She turned to the audience, and anticipated for her star witness to be already standing, but instead, she saw one of his interns, Blaine Anderson, gasping and sweating in front of her.
Blaine just shook his head, and Sue knew what had happened.
"Ms. Sylvester, your witness please," the judge said with impatience.
"May we have a short recess?" Sue pleaded instead of presenting her star witness.
The judge looked at her wrist watch before announcing, "We'll take a break for lunch," and struck the gavel.
The audience dispersed at once.
"What is happening?" Mr. Lombardo, mob boss and Sylvester's client, asked the associate attorney beside him. "I thought everything had already straightened out," he stated with terror.
"Just take a break, Mr. Lombardo. We'll handle it from here," Kitty replied emotionlessly as she gathered their files from the table. She walked out from him, and went to the break room assigned to their team.
"What do you mean you lose Karofsky?!" Sue shrieked at Blaine, the intern who was responsible for 'babysitting' their star witness.
"He said that he just want to take a leak, and…" he answered with embarrassment, not even finishing his own explanation, as he heard how pathetic his excuse was.
"A law student who was deceived by the oldest trick in the book," she humorlessly laughed at the irony. "You're in the wrong line of business, Mr. Anderson," she snickered. "Don't make me regret giving you that ring." She pointed at the Golden ring that Blaine was wearing on his middle finger. All the students who Sue chose had been given that emblem. It was customized for each batch that she handles.
All of them, except Kitty and Puckerman—who were used to Sylvester's demeaning personality, cowered at the insult.
Sue studied the four interns in front of her and sighed deeply. "This is pointless. I'll always have to clean up your mess," she took her bag from the seat and trudged forward the door. "I'll ask the judge to reschedule the trial next week. Kitty, with me," she instructed, and the short-haired blonde obliged.
"Whoever finds the witness, gets the trophy," Sue said finally as she slammed the door behind her in frustration, that one of her best interns would fall for such a childish trick; but like always, rewards make them work like dogs.
"What do you mean you're going to Ohio?!" Quinn exclaimed as she trespassed Blaine's loft.
"Well, that was quick," Blaine shouted from his bedroom. He just literally texted Quinn a minute ago that he will be going to Ohio, and she was already here.
"I was already in the neighborhood with your coffee," Quinn placed the two paper coffee cups on the kitchen counter, and went to the bedroom. "What are you doing?" she demanded when she saw Blaine packing his clothes in a small luggage.
"I told you, I'm going to Ohio," he responded coolly.
"Seriously, Blaine," Quinn said in annoyance, "Stop for a minute and tell me the why you are going to Ohio." She demanded.
Blaine sighed deeply, "When I was talking with Karofsky," he started but didn't stop packing his stuff, "…where's my toothbrush?" He mumbled to myself and went to the bathroom.
"Blaine Anderson!" Quinn shrieked.
"Okay, okay," Blaine raised both his arms, hands holding his toothbrush and toothpaste. "Stop shouting. I remembered Karofsky telling me about his best man living in Ohio. He was working in the cargo industry before, just like Karofsky was, but then he disappeared without any notice. He might know where Karofsky is," he explained as he finally zipped his duffel bag.
"Blaine, are you insane?" Quinn asked him incuriously. "Do you even know what you are getting into?"
"Don't be an idiot, Q," he said as he carried the bag on his shoulder.
"You're the idiot here. You're dumb enough to mess with the mob!" She exclaimed when Blaine ignored her completely. "This is not just the mob and the police. It's a mob war, and the police are just merely puppets being manipulated by the enemies of the Lombardo family!" Quinn started to think that Blaine might have actually lost him mind from the work and stress of Sue Sylvester. For Blaine to go around and mess with a mob is one thing, but getting killed in the process is insane. Quinn didn't even know if Blaine was thinking this through.
"It will be fine," Blaine said once again; he rolled his eyes when he came face-to-face with Quinn, blocking him from the door. "Just let me go. I needed to do this."
"Is this because of that ridiculous trophy—"
"It's not about that!"
"—or because of what Sue has said?" She asked, but she already knew what would be Blaine's answer. "Con, you don't have to take her seriously. She just said that because she was mad—"
"True or not, I still have to find Karofsky," he still pressed. "It was my fault, and I have to make this right."
"Just stop for a minute and stop thinking like Sue' pet," she pleaded once more. "If you persist in finding this witness, there's no guarantee that nothing will happen to you, Blaine."
Needless to say, Blaine does not need a minute to think as he answered her immediately, "I'll be back," he said and kissed Quinn's forehead.
Blaine carefully parked his rental car across the apartment building where Karofsky's friend lived. He unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his phone. He quickly texted Quinn that he arrived alive and safe in Ohio. He then put his phone back to his messenger bag, alongside with the files of the Lombardo case, and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, and began scratching his left thumb fingernail with his right thumb, a mannerism he always had whenever he feel extreme emotions.
"Fuck it," Blaine said finally and went out from the car, crossed the street, climb the short stoned stairs and rang the intercom for apt 217.
*buzz*
"Who is it?" The man from the other line asked.
"Is Nick there?" Blaine asked in a firm yet polite tone.
There was a small pause before the man replied.
"Who's asking?" The man, Blaine guessed to be Nick, asked nervously.
"My name is Blaine Anderson, I'm one of the lawyers who were working for your friend—Mr. Karofsky's case. I was wondering—"
"I don't know a Karofsky!" Nick exclaimed immediately.
"Mr. Nick, please," Blaine begged. "You're the only connection that we have with Mr. Karofsky, and we really need to look for him. His life might be in danger."
"Look, man," Nick sighed before continuing, "as much as I want to help, I really don't know where that bastard is."
And the intercom went dead.
"Nick! Nick!" Blaine yelled, but Nick didn't reply. "Shit!" He paced around the limited space of the patio.
'Think Blaine, think,' He thought to himself. He remembered one of the tricks that Frank, Sue's associate, used when they're trying to get inside an apartment building before.
From the list of the registered apartment number, he looked for the nameplate that is not yet carved permanently. He then spotted a handwritten temporary nameplate inserted for apt 303 belonging to Mrs. Goodwin.
He buzzed it.
"Hi! Who's this?" A woman's sweet voice answered.
"Hi! Mrs. Goodwin. I'm Nick from the apartment below you. I'm really sorry if I have not introduced myself properly when you moved in, but I forgot my keys inside my apartment. And I was hoping if you could buzz me in," Blaine asked sweetly.
"Oh, sure darling." She replied and the front door open.
"Thank you, I'll bring you a basket of muffins later," he lied.
"Not a problem."
Blaine barely heard the response of the woman since he was already running towards the staircase, foregoing the use of the elevator.
"211… 212… 215… Here it is, apartment 217," he said to no one, trying very hard to calm himself down.
He knew that if he knocks, he will just be shut out, but this was a desperate time. He turned the knob of the door, thankfully it was open, so he doesn't have to break it down.
"Oh thank g**, you're already home, babe," a man—Blaine suspected to be Nick—exclaimed in relief when he heard the door open. But his relief was short lived, when it was not his partner who he saw inside the apartment.
Nick who was wearing only a plain black shirt, and denim pants which was too long for his short legs, and might have the same height as Blaine. He also has same facial hair as Blaine, their chin and upper lip was covered with scruff.
"You're not Jeff!" Nick exclaimed from across the hallway, clearly frightened at the man in front of him. He immediately grabbed the frying pan, carelessly resting on the kitchen counter. "Who are you? And what do you want?" Nick demanded ready to strike if the stranger was going to hurt him.
"Calm down," Blaine told him, and carefully walked towards the hysteric man, "I'm Blaine, You were talking to me earlier."
That statement alone made the other man drop the frying pan, and agitatedly took his cellphone from his pocket and dialed his husband's number again.
"Jeff come on, come on babe. Pick up, pick up," Nick said in hysterics, ignoring the intruder in his apartment.
'This might have Quinn felt when I was ignoring her earlier,' Blaine thought, letting the man finish his phone call first.
"Jeff!" Nick shouted with relief, and Blaine can't help but eavesdrop at the one-sided conversation.
"Where are you, babe?"
"Go home after you pick her up, okay?"
"We need to go."
"Y…Yes."
"I love you more."
Nick finally hung up the phone, and took the picture frames hanging around the apartment. One of which was a wedding picture of himself and another man, another photograph was of the same couple, but this time, Nick's husband was holding a baby girl on his arms. The last picture that Nick took was a Christmas photo of their whole family, including their parents and siblings.
"What are you doing?" Blaine wandered when he saw Nick packing lots of clothes; too many for a vacation, and you won't pack picture frames if you are just going on a trip.
"I'm doing what you should be doing," Nick said sarcastically, and continued packing their stuff.
"What?"
"You clearly don't know what you got into, boy," Nick sighed before turning to Blaine. "Look man. I don't want any more trouble. I'm happy with my life now. I'm happily married to the most wonderful man, our daughter just turned three, and I don't want to mess things up because of my past. Dave was a good person, and he was a good friend to me. But he just kept being involved with 'those' guys."
"Nick," Blaine started. "I won't dig up your past, and I don't want you to be involved in this—"
"Too late," Nick interjected.
"—all I need is information where you think Karofsky is. That's it. Then I'll leave, I won't ever bother you again," Blaine pleaded, hoping that Nick will give him any kind of hint of Dave's whereabouts.
"The truth is, I really don't know where he is, because if he is here, I'll kill him myself," Nick said, and Blaine knew that this man was serious with the threat. "But I remembered that his ex-girlfriend lived in Columbia, Georgia… Gloria.. Gabriela… I forgot man, but that's the only place that I can think of."
"Thanks, that was really helpful," Blaine said with sincerity, and raised his arms to initiate a handshake. The clue might have been vague, but at least it's not a dead end. He just needs to find Dave's ex-lover.
"Sure," Nick shook his hand. "Good luck; you'll be needing lots of it."
*shutter*
*shutter*
*shutter*
"Yeah, I have my eyes on him," the man stated over the phone as he took pictures of the target.
"Good," a deep scruff voice replied. "Make it… accidental."
"Understood," the man who was taking pictures replied and hang up the phone. He continued taking pictures of his target.
"Hummel speaking," Kurt answered his cellphone in a rush. His hands were too busy repairing the old junk of a computer that a customer brought in earlier, so he used his wireless earphones to answer it.
"O-man!" Finn exclaimed from the other line, making Kurt cringed from the loudness of his best friend's voice.
"Finn, I'm working," he said immediately. Knowing full well his best friend antics, Finn will just ask him to hang out.
"Come on man, it's my big day."
"Your big day, it's a week from now, Ash" Kurt retorted. "Shit!" He cursed himself when he saw a spark from when the pliers touched the micro disk. 'That should not happen.'
"Come on man, it's been a long time since I haven't seen you," Finn reasoned out.
"You saw me this morning, and you lived next door. What are you talking about?" Kurt explained while fanning out the small fire on the dashboard.
"Oh come on man," Finn pouted, even if Kurt can't see it. "Don't kill my beat man. It's Friday, and we both deserve a night out.
"I'm working."
"I have something to tell you…"
"Why can't you tell me over the phone?"
"Because our phone call may be tapped," Finn stated like it was obvious.
"You are ridiculous, you know that? Fine. I could also use some time off," Kurt finally relented, recognizing the hint of seriousness on his friend's voice. "Let's meet at Scandals—"
"The gay club?"
"—It's not a gay club!" Kurt retorted. "I just have to fix something there and I'll be finish in an hour. So let's meet by.. 9pm."
"Yes sir," Finn answered mockingly, mimicking the voice and accent of a soldier responding to his superiors.
Kurt smiled as he hang up the phone, he wondered for a second what was bothering his friend, but dismissed it immediately since he will know it later when they met. He then just concentrated in fixing the trash in his hands.
"For another $80. I'll change the speed to 50 mbps," Kurt negotiated with the manager of Scandals.
"That's a hard bargain," the manager, John, looked at Kurt who was on top of the steel ladder, repairing the bar's Wi-Fi, inconveniently located on the hanging stand in the center of the resto-bar.
"$60, and a Maker's Manhattan," Kurt stated, while separating the blue wires from the red. "Is that a deal?
"Deal," the manager finally agreed. He strode towards the bar and instructed the bartender to give the technicJeff—Kurt—the service fee and the alcoholic drink once he was finished with the repair.
"I'll leave it here," John shouted to Kurt before going back to his office.
"Sure, thanks!" Kurt yelled back, and took him eight more minutes before he fixed it. He closed the lid of the modem, and carefully climbed down.
"O-man!" Finn shouted form the entrance, making Kurt be startled and slipped from the ladder.
Kurt was expecting for a hard concrete table top to cause him pain, but he only felt a warm body against his back and soft hands gripping his forearms.
"Be careful there," the man, who saved Kurt from embarrassment and extreme pain, said.
"Thank you," Kurt said sincerely, still clutching the tools to his chest. He stood up firmly, and turned around to say thank you again, but he was too mesmerized by the man's beauty. "Uh…gri...kyu."
"Excuse me?" the stranger, — the Greek god— as Kurt's mind supplied, said.
"Ahh... Uhmmm..." Kurt stuttered, hands fidgeting on the sides, his face has started to redden, and his heart started to pound in his chest. "Yeah… Uhmmm.. Okay."
The Greek god scrunched his nose, trying to figure out what the other guy was trying to say. "Are you alright?"
"Kurt!" Finn shouted from the other side of the room, and strutted forward his best friend and the stranger. "It's time to release the Kraken!" Finn exclaimed, tongue out as he humped the air, embarrassing his friend and the stranger.
"I'll just go," The Greek god excused himself, and left the bar.
"Oh my g** Finn! Stop it!" Kurt said, ashamed of his best friend's antics. He went to the bar, took a sit, and pocketed the service fee that the bartender gave him. "Thanks," he mumbled.
"Oh come on, you were totally drooling over that guy," Finn explained, and sat on the stool beside his friend. "I actually saved you from looking like you're having an epilepsy attack."
Finn then mocked him; with his left hand twisted weirdly in front of his face, the other slightly below his chest, and his head twisted to the left. "Uhh.. Uhmmm…. I'm Kurtiiee and I wuv you," he said while his whole body was twitching.
"Stop it," Kurt said, obviously pissed at the imitation.
"Fine, I'm sorry man," Finn apologized sincerely. "Come on, we're here to have fun."
"No," Kurt started but not continuing until he took a sip of his drink, "we're here because you wanted to tell me something. So, what is it?"
"The thing is…" Finn started; he took a deep breath, and faced his best friend. "I… I have a…"
"You have a…?" Kurt persuaded him to continue.
"Ughhh. Fuck it!" Finn slammed his fist on the counter. "One Bourbon," he ordered.
"Hey, I thought you will be the designated driver tonight?" Kurt asked him, still in the right mind to be responsible for both of their lives.
"Just one drink," Finn pleaded. "I need liquid courage to say this."
"You change teams?" Kurt said with humor to lighten to the mood.
"Kurt…"
"Fine, but just one drink," Kurt warned him with his pointed finger. "If you order another one, then we'll have to grab a taxi instead."
"Fine," Finn relented and finished the whole glass of Bourbon with one gulp.
"So?"
"So what?" Finn asked.
"What do you want to tell me?" Kurt laughed at Finn.
"Oh! Oh…" Finn looked at his friend's face again, "I have… I'm…" He breathed deeply. "I'm in lo..love," Finn confessed lamely. Kurt knew that it wasn't what Finn wanted to tell him. Every time that Finn lies, he'll bit and chew his side lip, and that's what he was doing right now.
Kurt knew that his best friend was lying, he let it go though, he won't pry until Finn was ready to tell him. So instead, he just went along with the fake story.
"Is that the nurse you're always talking about?" Kurt asked him earnestly.
"Yes," Finn answered with a smile.
'It probably wasn't a lie though.' Kurt thought when he mentioned the nurse and Finn's face lit up.
"So when will I finally meet her?" Kurt asked. "And don't give me that crap that I cannot meet the girls you're 'casually' dating coz' you don't want them to think that you're serious with them. You are obviously serious with this Rachel, so it's time for me and her to meet," Kurt said in one breath.
"You'll see her at the reunion. She's my date."
"So you really are serious with her!" Kurt exclaimed, and nudged Finn's side with his elbow. "But you know I won't be going to that reunion."
"Come on, man, It'll just be one night."
"Do I really have to go?"
"Yes, it'll be nice to see our former classmates." Finn recalled his great high school experience.
"Well, easy for you to say. High school was great for you. Me, not so much," Kurt grumbled, not really excited about the upcoming high school reunion.
"At least, it was great in your senior year- you've met this awesome dude." Finn boasted himself.
"Yeah it was," Kurt admitted. High school was never the best part of his life. It was full of trash dunk, wedgie-pole, cold slushies and homophobic slurs. The only thing that came out good of his entire high school experience was when he met the transfer student Finn Hudson.
First day of senior year, and the football jocks have already locked him up in the portable potty. It was Finn who helped him from being trapped. Ever since then, they were inseparable. They treat each other like they are brothers.
"And don't you want to see your first boyfriend again?" Finn teased him.
"Ughhh…"
"Don't ya miss him?"
"Another topic please." Kurt pleaded for the sake of his sanity.
"Did you start watching the show I recommended to you, Once Upon A Time. It's really good."
"No, Finn. I tried watching the first episode, but I'm not really into it."
"Why not? It's really cool. Especially Emma and Baelfire. They are really good together. I just don't like how they did not end up together," Finn continued and ignored the glares that Kurt was giving him.
"Ughhh… If we're going to talk about this, I need more than this," Kurt jiggled the empty glass on his friend's face, "Scotch please, I need something harder."
"That's my man!" Finn exclaimed and orders a drink for himself. Needless to say, no one was allowed to drive the car back to their apartment building.
It was already 1 am when they stopped drinking, and it took them another hour to become sober again by drinking lots of water and coffee.
They just exited the bar, Finn assisting Kurt to sit on the passenger's seat, but Kurt was still trying to convince Finn to just take a cab instead of driving home.
"Let's just take a cab, Ash."
"No worries. I got you," Finn assured. "I'm a better drinker than you are."
It's true that Kurt has low alcohol tolerance, but it's not enough reason for them not to be responsible drinkers.
"I'm sober enough to drive, dude." Finn assured him, and buckled Kurt's seatbelts. Kurt was too tired to argue with him, so he just nodded his head.
Finn then walked around the car to sit on the driver's seat. He positioned himself, double checked the mirrors, before starting the car. As Finn backs up the car from the parking lot, he noticed the look on Kurt's face, a look that clearly says IM-SORRY-IM-GOING-TO-RUIN-YOUR-CAR-WITH-MY-VOMIT.
"No, no, no, " Finn exclaimed and took Kurt's bag and handed it to him. "In here, in here," Finn exclaimed, and accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead of the breaks.
*bump* with the *Blaggh*
Finn stopped the car immediately, when he felt the bump at the back of the car. Even Kurt, with his alcohol-induced mind, noticed it too. They both looked at the back of the car for any other cars or light post that might have caused it, but unfortunately for them, there was none. This only means one thing...
"Did you just…?"
"Did I just..,?
They asked simultaneously, but not looking at one another. They just sat there for another second before they hurriedly exited the car and sprinted over the back.
"Please be a cat, please be cat," Finn repeated, but his wish was not granted as there was a man who was lying on the concrete; wounded and unconscious.
"Finn," Kurt gasped, "It's the Greek god."
STORY TITLE:
"I Just Can't Fake it" – SEASON 6 KLAINE DUET – It's too late
Chapter Title:
"Teenage Dream" best Blaine solo ever
Story Outline:
-Character Study: Blaine and Kurt's personality
-Blaine and Quinn's conversation about the ongoing case
-Blaine flying to Ohio
-Subtle stalker shots
-Kurt's tech support business
-Hangout with Finn
-Missed Encounter
Scenes Included:
-Blaine's habits and mannerism (sweet-hater)
Chapter Reference:
-The first court scene is taken from Season 1 Chapter 12 "She's a Murderer"
-Mrs. Goodwin is Jynnifer Goodwin who played Snow White in Once Upon a Time. And yes I'm also a fan of that show.
-Scandals is the bar Kurt, Blaine, Sebastian.
-Another easter egg is the slushies from Glee.
Correction:
Guys, this is my first time to write a law-based fanfiction, so I'm not really used to the terms. Google was no help, or I wasn;t looking hard enough. Anyway, please PM me or like put on the comment section if I make a mistake. Like for example, I know it should not be the 'cross examiner' who was holding the bible to the witness and asked those questions. So if you know what they are called, please tell me, Thank you, I will really appreciate it.
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