"Dad, please, I'll clear out and make space in my room, I am offering to give up clothes for this piano! Do you realise how much this means to me?" Kurt followed his dad all round the kitchen until he got an answer.
"Kurt, I know. You've not stopped going on about it all morning so yes. Yes you can have it but I am going to work now so we'll discuss it more later." Kurt had blanked out the second half of the sentence in excitement. His dad had just said yes.
Kurt could go to school with a smile on his face. At the same time, he was thinking about what had happened the night before. He kept thinking about how he had gotten away without being beaten up, how the smug, curly haired boy had just let him go free and how he was still walking the streets confidently. He also felt a little more safe because he had been a victim and gotten away with it. Maybe Kurt was the one who should be smug.
"My dad said yes, I'm going picking it up today." Kurt told Mercedes in glee club.
"The piano? Really?" Mercedes smiled and high fived Kurt as he nodded.
Mr. Shue entered the room, gave a small over brief about the Lima Bean and it got people talking. Santana was going on about how bad it was that she didn't get her morning coffee and then Mr. Shue gathered the group to silence and asked Rachel to perform her song. Kurt shuffled in his seat and started listening but as soon as he reached into his bag, he saw the ID card once again and smiled.
He completely blanked out from Rachel's performance as he brought the card closer to his lap and started to observe it a little more closely. He didn't know why but he wanted to find out more about this delinquent teen. It was the slow clapping and the ring of the bell that made Kurt realise he was actually in a room of people and needed to continue with his life. He stood up, slipped the card into his pocket and headed straight for the library.
He was going to spend his free lesson searching about the gang and the mysterious, 'Blaine Anderson.' He quietly sat in the corner on a computer, logged in and got searching.
Time went on, he had nearly used an hour of his free time reading article after article about the teens causing trouble in the area. Not one of the articles mentioned any members of the gang. Not one name. Kurt could easily go to the police with the ID card and get this 'Anderson' guy questioned and most likely arrested. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. He didn't know why but Kurt was such a forgiving person anyway, he was thinking that if this guy had let him go, then maybe he and the rest of the gang weren't as bad as everyone thought. Then he realised all the trouble they had all ready caused. He still couldn't bring himself to go to the police. He nearly had his free time up and decided to make one final search. Facebook.
He quickly typed 'Blaine Anderson' into the search bar as the bell for next lesson rang. Kurt looked up at everyone switching lessons and tried to rush, as he looked back down at the screen, he noticed the curly haired boy had actually come up as a suggestion. Kurt then saw, 'one mutual friend.' His eyes went wide as he saw the mutual friends name. Noah Puckerman. This was no surprise to him because Puck was the typical badass but Kurt realised something. puck would have answers, he would know something.
As the school day ended, puck was stood beside his locker packing things away, Kurt closed his locker and collected everything he needed and wondered whether to go over to Puck or not.
As Kurt passed, he stopped and gave it a shot. "Hey, Puck, I was wondering if I could ask you something?"
"If it's to sing a duet with you, I'm totally walking away." Puck gave Kurt a sharp look.
"No actually, it's about the gang." Kurt raised an eyebrow and looked a little cocky.
Puck sighed, "why, you thinking of joining?" He smirked.
"You're so funny!" Kurt sarcastically sung, "I actually just wanted your view on the whole thing, do you know any of them?"
Puck shut his locker and picked up his back throwing it over his shoulder, "jeez Hummel! I might act the ass hole round here but I do not know those idiots, and if I was part of a gang, it wouldn't be as worthless as that one." He started walking down the corridor.
Kurt caught up, "are you sure? How do you know? I mean what if you are friends with one of them on Facebook and you just don't know."
"Well that's possible, I get friend requests from random kids all the time, but unfortunately, their job occupation on Facebook doesn't say 'failed gang member,' so I don't know." Puck stopped and looked at Kurt. "Why do you care so much anyway?"
"I don't know, I just wanted to know what I might have to put up with, like Mr. Shue said, we need to keep an eye out." Kurt looked down.
"You've got Finn to protect you." Puck patted Kurt's shoulder and began to walk home leaving Kurt standing at the school doors
. "I know." Kurt sighed. He had tried to find out more and failed. But now he had found the boys Facebook, it opened up a few possibilities.
Kurt and Finn had just finished doing the dishes for a second night in a row when Burt told Kurt that he would need to hurry if he wanted to go and pick up the piano. Kurt finished up and smiled at Finn who agreed to put the dishes away if Kurt left him.
He jumped into the car with his dad and they started to drive. Even though Kurt didn't have enough money, Burt had offered to help him out. Kurt was really excited and Burt swore if he heard another word about the piano, he would smash his head against it when he got to the shop. As they pulled into the street, it was clear to see what was happening. Kurt's mouth opened wide and Burt started cursing. The gang were breaking into the music shop.
Burt pulled round the nearest corner and pulled up. "Stay here with the keys Kurt, I need to call the police." Burt got out and made a call and Kurt locked the car. He saw his dad walk round the corner and he was gone for a while.
As Kurt looked up from his phone, he spotted a few gang members in the same street trying to get away from the scene. Kurt turned the car headlights off so he wouldn't gain attention from the gang but after what seemed like twenty minutes, a gang member came running in his direction. The car was locked and the man didn't seem to be armed, in fact, as he got closer, Kurt stopped sliding down his seat because he realised that the gang member was actually Blaine making hand signals at him to quickly open the window. Kurt shook his head, 'no.' He was a little scared now because Blaine might not let him off this time. After Blaine practically begged, Kurt opened the window a tiny bit and said, "what?"
"You need to get away. This is the second time you've got in the way and for some strange fucking reason, I want you to get away, so go!" Blaine shouted.
"I was supposed to be picking a piano up from the music store but I guess I can't do that now can I?" Kurt wound the window back up and fell back into his chair. As he did, Blaine ran back where he came from and Burt jumped back in the car.
"Okay, the police seem to be in on it." Burt looked to his son, "you see anything?"
"Just a few of them trying to escape through the back but that was it." Kurt passed his dad the keys.
Blaine ran into the music store and thought about what Kurt had said about the piano. He went back in to the store to see who was there and a few gang members had begun ripping the shop apart. Blaine knew that Jo had got the money from the safe and fled the scene so he thought he would take control. "GUYS, THE POLICE ARE ON THEIR WAY, LETS GO! MOVE IT!"
He got everyone out so he was the last one to leave. He ran after the gang and once again, they had gotten away with it. Burt walked round to the music shop door with a very disappointed and tired Kurt. The shop owner was sat on the floor outside crying as the police photographed and observed the scene. Burt couldn't help but start a conversation. "How about, I give you a big bunch of money for that piano over there, more than the asking price and enough for some repairs?"
The hopeful shop owner looked up, "really?" As the pair started talking about the whole situation and prices, Kurt had realised what his Dad had said.
When they originally arrived at the scene, Kurt had witnessed some of the gang members breaking through the window right in view of the piano he had gone to buy but now he was there and face to face with the piano itself, he realised that there was no damage at all. Did Blaine do something to stop the gang? He didn't know but he did know that he was very happy to be going home with something he thought was completely wrecked and broken.
Kurt finally got to bed after fitting the piano into his room and he was satisfied. He had faced this gang member again and gotten away with it and he'd gotten a prize out of it. He could go to sleep happily.
Kurt was walking to school the next day, he walked past the Lima Bean and saw the repairs being done, he frowned and continued to walk. A coffee would have been nice now too.
He took the walk to school as an opportunity to look at Blaine's profile once agin. This time, he would do it properly. He opened up the page on his phone and scrolled through the information. The education section was left blank, the occupation and location were also empty. Blaine definitely wasn't giving a lot away. As a few main status' had appeared but they were mainly shares of other pages until one photo came up, it looked as though it had a little boy, parents and a younger Blaine in the faded photo with a caption with the praying hands symbol and a fair few likes on it.. Okay say seventy three likes and thirty four comments. As the bell rang, Kurt scrolled back to the top of the profile and looked up to the school doors, as he looked back down he had accidentally tapped "add as friend."
Oh no. What had he done?
It was Friday morning when Kurt was woken up by a beep on his phone, it was not his alarm. He opened his eyes and immediately closed them again, once his eyes adjusted, he looked over at his phone.
*New Facebook private message*
Blaine Anderson: "So, Kurt Hummel, hey?"