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It was about fifteen minutes until the police car arrived.
It had taken about thirty seconds for New Directions to be assembled in Kurt's basement. Puck and Mike had just gotten back, breathless, volunteering to look for any trace of Karofsky, but he was either very good at hiding or long-gone.
Mercedes just sat next to them, put her hand on Kurt's shoulder, letting him know someone else was there. It wasn't long before everyone else trickled in behind her, finding a spot.
"Maybe he left fingerprints," Quinn said trying to help. "If he did, that's enough evidence to get a warrant. He'll be in jail and then…"
Kurt let out a shakey sigh. "And then have more reason to come after me when his dad posts bail," he said.
"He got in while we weren't looking and got out," Finn said. "That's good, right?"
"Good, how can that be good?" Kurt said. "He knows where I live. He could be watching us right now. He could be…"
"So, we're totally your personal Secret Service, man," Puck said.
"We'll get walkie-talkies and code names," Sam said. "It'll be awesome!"
"What's your codename going to be, Evans?" Puck drawled. "McCaullay Culkin?"
"Guys, this is not helping!" Santana interrupted. "Kurt's in trouble and you're wasting time coming up with codenames? Oh grow up! Karofsky got to Kurt where he lives. I say we get him where he lives. Who's with me?"
"I'm NOT breaking in to someone's house. My parents would ground me until the end of time," Tina said.
"It's like he's got a Teleporter or something," Artie said. "Nobody can sneak in and out that fast."
"Hey, Kurt," Burt hollered through the door. "Wanna tell me why nobody's outside, and why there's an officer here to speak to you?"
"Just tell him to come down here, Burt," Finn said.
"What's going on?" Burt asked, through the doors.
"Come on in and see for yourself."
"No…Finn…I can't let my dad see this…he'll…he's sick," he got up as quickly as he could, grabbed some disinfectant from the desk drawer and started.
"Kurt, you don't want to do that. They're going to need it for evidence." Finn grabbed his wrists and with a thud set the bottle back in the drawer.
"Somebody's been watching one of the CSI's," Puck drawled. Artie glared at him.
"Oh my GOD…" Burt looking from the wall to Kurt and then back at the wall, back to Kurt again. "That Karofsky kid did this, didn't he?"
Kurt nodded. "Let the officer do his job dad…"
"Listen to your kid, sir. So, your name please," the officer said lamely, speaking up for the first time. He didn't look like he was much older than the kids were themselves.
"Kurt Eliza…"
"Elijah…Kurt meant to say Elijah," Finn insisted. Burt nodded.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Hummel."
The officer nodded. "Well, Kurt, I'm Officer Andrew Barrett, and I need to ask you a few questions," he said absently, flicking through the notes, barely looking up at Kurt. "Soooo," he said as he fumbled around for a pen. "What happened?"
Rachel handed him one from behind her ear.
"I found the neighborhood stray on my bed and its blood on my wall spelling out a threat," Kurt said in a tone that sounded so…well, un-Kurt-like, it made Finn jump.
"We were moving stuff out today, and it's been just us here all day…I came down here, and found that on his bed," Finn said.
"Look, we know who did it," Burt said. "This one kid was givin' Kurt a tough time at school. Had to transfer him to a private school after the school board lifted his suspension."
"And this kid's name?"
"Dave Karofsky, Jr.," Finn said.
"Well, son, there doesn't appear to be any sign of a break-in…"
"That's because the doors weren't locked," Kurt hissed.
"And these people are?"
"I'm Finn Hudson, I'm his brother," Finn said. "I'm the one who made the call. The guy with the Justin Beiber hair is Sam Evans, the Asian chick is Tina Cohen-Chang, Asian dude not in the wheelchair is Mike Chang, and they're not related. They just both have the same last name. Which is weird 'cause they're dating, but…you probably don't need to know that. The guy with the Mohawk is Puck…I mean, Noah Puckerman…"
"We've met," he said, looking up where Finn was indicating. It was then he finally noticed the wall. "Woah…so I'm guessin' none of you are responsible for the mural, right?"
"What's up Officer Barrett?" Puck said.
"The dude in the wheelchair is Artie Abrams, Brittany Pierce is the blonde with the vacant look in her eyes,"
"I think Finn just insulted me," Brittany said. "But I'm not sure because I don't know what vacant means."
"Brittany, you are my lady and I'll defend your honor accordingly. Hudson, you've been warned."
Finn nodded, suppressing a grin, trying to imagine how Artie planned to carry that out.
"Although, not literally, because making threats are illegal…and…" Artie swallowed. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."
"Quinn Fabray is the other blonde, and the one next to her is Santana Lopez, and this is my girlfriend, Rachel Berry."
"A. HEM." Mercedes said with her arms folded.
"And that's Mercedes Jones," Finn said.
"We're friends of Kurt's," Rachel explained up. "And we are all witnesses to some of what Dave Karofsky, Jr. and his friends are capable of. And one moment," Rachel said getting out her iPhone. "I have to access detailed timelines with illustrations."
"Officer, I've seen this kid taunt my son myself," Burt said, shaking his head at his step-son's girlfriend. "We brought it to the principal's attention, and it would've ended there if the school board had any sense. But they didn't, and we thought he was safe from that little son of a bitch, but it's escalated to the point where he's breaking into our home."
The officer sighed. "I can call in forensics specialists from Columbus, and they'll be here in a few hours. In the meantime, nobody touch anything in here. And we're going to need to talk you all, so if you had plans...change them. If we get any evidence that proves he was the culprit, then we can get a warrant. In the meantime, Kurt, I suggest you come down to the station with me and fill out the paperwork to put a restraining order."
Kurt shot a questioning look at his father. Burt nodded.
"I'm comin' down with you," Burt insisted.
"So am I," Finn said. "Rachel, my mom's at work. Call her and tell her what's going on and everyone else? Sit tight until we get back."
Kurt turned around. "Thanks, guys. Seriously. Thank you. All of you."
"Kurt, you might be the enemy now," Rachel said. "But you're still family. And if Karofsky wants to get to you, he's going to have to get through all of US first."
Kurt smiled and hugged her. "I'm still kicking your asses at Sectionals," he told her.
"You'd better," she said. She bit her bottom lip.
'…He's going to have to get through all of US first.' Rachel's words echoed through his head on his way to the police station.
And that was exactly what Kurt was afraid of.
