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The group of guys made their way quickly to Wes' room to report the 'incident'. The fact that only one of them actually knew what the incident was mattered little. Casey looked disturbed, and he was stuttering more than he usually did. The only other time the Warblers saw him like this was when they went on a plane together and Casey almost passed out from fright.
"What's going on?" Wes swung the door open in response to Nick's firm kick.
"Rehearsal room, now!" Wes was all business, locking his door in less than two seconds and marching ahead of the other boys with aggression.
"Um, guys? I actually need to go...do something. I'll meet you there." Without waiting for an answer, Kurt spun around and wondered back toward Wes' room.
They continued on to the rehearsal room, shiny shoes squeaking against the floor. Wes pushed the doors open and stopped so suddenly that Blaine didn't have time to stop. He kept walking, and suddenly his feet were gone from under him. He was sailing through the air, head aiming for the ground, when Wes and David caught him only inches from the ground. They pulled him up quickly and he stood still to survey the room.
Red paint. He had slipped on red paint. It was splattered all over the floor in giant piles. The words it spelled out, however, were very obvious.
"I guess the same person who ruined the shirts did this," Wes muttered.
"But how is that possible? How did they have time to do both without anyone noticing?" Casey's voice shook as he spoke.
"Maybe there was more than one." Blaine ran his fingers through his gelled hair and sighed. "Well, atleast nobody slipped and died."
"What the hell was up with Kurt?" Wes asked suddenly.
In the heat of finding out what else was happening, none of the guys questioned by Kurt up and left so suddenly. It seemed strange that, with everything happening, something would just come up randomly. Blaine could tell by the look in Wes' eyes that he didn't trust the situation.
"I'm sure he had a legitimate reason for leaving," Blaine said softly.
"Yes. Like tampering with Warbler property, perhaps?" Wes walked around the wet paint slowly.
"Oh, come on Wes! Not even ten minutes ago you said you trusted Kurt! You don't seriously think-"
"I don't know what to think, Nicholas! All I know is that Kurt is being suspicious, and unfortunately...that makes him a suspect."
Blaine pushed himself off the couch and away from Nick, who looked like he wanted to keep arguing.
"No," Blaine spat out. "Kurt wouldn't do that!"
"You don't know that, Blaine! You don't know him as well as you think." Blaine glared at Wes and turned his back on the older boy.
Kurt would never do such a thing. Why, he spent years being bullied for his sexuality at McKinley! What made Wes think he would turn around and do the same thing to others? He wouldn't.
But, then again-
Blaine shook his head and pushed the thought away. Not his Kurt.
"Face it, Blaine," David said softly, standing behind his friend. "How much do we really know about Kurt's past? Was he really bullied? Did he really come to Dalton to get away from hatred? You have to remember, New Directions are our enemies, our competition. What if Kurt is just working for them? What if he joined Warblers to break us down from within? Face it, he has a great cover story."
"No, there's proof! The jock who bullied him-"
"Could have easily been in on it, or been payed to do it. Honestly, we know nothing about McKinley, or it's students. We know nothing about Kurt."
Blaine didn't know why, but he felt hot tears spring into his eyes. He hated thinking that soft, gentle Kurt could do something so...so evil. But they were right. Kurt was a suspect.
The boys spun around upon hearing another pair of shoes squeaking against the floor, heading toward them. The walk was softer than most boys, and Blaine blushed when he instantly pinpointed it as Kurt. He saw out of the corner of his eyes Wes changing his stance to a more serious, imposing figure. He wanted to interrogate Kurt, that much was obvious.
"Hi guys, so what's the emer-" They all figured that Kurt knew about the paint. They all thought he would stop at the door. And despite the fact that Wes jumped across the room, Jeff threw himself on the ground, and Blaine lunged toward Kurt, none of them were fast enough to break his fall. Kurt slipped on the paint and went flying back, only there was nobody to catch him.
Blaine's heart twisted in his chest as he watched, almost in slow motion, Kurt's head colliding with the edge of a table. Time seemed to speed up as Kurt's body slumped to the ground, his eyes shut and his figure limp.
"Kurt!" Blaine pushed passed Jeff's shocked form and knelt beside Kurt. He grabbed Kurt's head gently and lifted it slightly to see what damage had been done. Kurt's head landed on a clean part of the ground, and yet his hair was coated in thick red liquid. Blaine let out a sob before pulling off his blazer and pressing it against the open gash. He was barely aware of Wes rapidly telling 911 what had happened, or Jeff checking Kurt's pulse and heart-rate. His own words kept flashing through his head.
Atleast nobody slipped and died.
Nobody thought Kurt did this now. He couldn't have known.
I was feeling rather dramatic today and watching I Am Unicorn twice, so I hope it ended up okay. Please tell em your thoughts, aka REVIEW! Seriously, the faster you review, the faster the next chapter will be posted. Thanks for reading!