Authors Note: and we are still on day 1! I'm bad at that :/
Okay I would like to say thank you to everyone who's reviewed and alerted. (Reviewers more).
I would also like to say thank you to EVERYONE who even got this far! :D It's like Christmas come early! :3
Also, sorry for the late update, I've been working on my Nanowrimo entry so it's kinda been hectic... I have the flashback scene written up for Wes and David so i have two options, upload that one next week then it'll be a little while till the next or just carry on waiting as it's not really relevant right now? Pm me or tell me in a review, that'd be really helpful, thank you xx
Chapter 3
Why is a crow like a writing desk?
When the second bell rang out at one, the Café was full of rustles of everyone gathering up their jackets and rucksacks. Ben sighed and dropped his fork, taking his tray over to the bin and depositing what was left of the lunch he couldn't finish.
"Not gonna finish that?" Harry asked, looking curious and a little concerned. Ben shook his head hooking his bag over his shoulder.
"No time. I need to get to Russian before the third bell otherwise Mr Petrov is gonna kill me." He explained sadly and rubbed at his forehead, his eyes closed for a second and he lost his footing.
"Woah," Harry gasped steadying him. "Take it easy alright, you've done a lot of exercise today and hardly ate anything. Don't push yourself too much okay?"
Ben rolled his eyes but nodded anyway. "Yes dad."
Harry sighed and was one of the first to disperse from the group, heading off to French with Wes.
Blaine turned to Kurt. "What's your next lesson?" He asked and tried to look over the boy's shoulder as he dug around in his pocket. He read off the slip.
"Russian with Mr Pe – Petro –"
"Mr Petrov," Ben cut in and cut David up to stand next to Kurt. "You're with me," He smiled.
"I wonder why they gave you Russian," Blaine said aloud thoughtfully, completely out of nowhere and Kurt furrowed his brows.
They took another left turn down the never ending halls, which were painted a reddy-brown colour. With wallpaper starting half way down the wall under a wooden beam that ran across the middle of the wall.
Kurt thought for a second before accompanying it with a shrug, his blue eyes unyielding. "I guess, I'm fluent as French they decided that I needed another language." It was the only possible reason, he had decided, as he couldn't think of any other idea.
Blaine watched his sure expression for a second before humming. "I guess," They came to a stop and Blaine grabbed Cass' arm. "Anyway, I'll meet up with you after lessons for training yeah?"
He asked Kurt who just nodded before Blaine and Cass left, Blaine waving and trailing down to German.
David walked behind the blond and brunet.
"So how do you like it here so far?"
Kurt turned to the blond, who smiled at him. He shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. The kids are nice."
"Well," David spoke up from behind. "Most of the kids here have all lost their families so it's not hard to imagine what everyone else is going through."
Kurt considered this before they turned into the classroom. It was old and there were only a few tables in the middle of the room. Ben and David both walked past Kurt and took their regular seats. Kurt frowned. "How big is this class?"
David and Ben turned to each other. "Well there's Harvey, Alex, James B, James H, Aaron, me, you and David."
"So eight." David finalised and smiled. Kurt blinked.
"What's with the tiny class?" he asked taking a seat between the two. Ben just shrugged and opened his mouth to answer when a woman strolled in, her skirt skin tight and her heels high.
If Kurt weren't gay, he would've married her.
She wore a pink shirt and a pencil skirt and bright red stilettos.
Her long curly brunet hair tumbled over her shoulders as she sashayed.
Kurt was pretty sure they shouldn't have teachers like this at a boy's school, not that he was complaining, but straight kids here… well.
"Itak , otkroĭte uchebniki na str. 203," She instructed in Russian and Kurt frowned. Ben leaned over and handed him an thick orange textbook.
"She wants you to turn to page two-hundred-and-three." He supplied and Kurt nodded in thanks.
She started writing on the board until realisation dawned on her. She turned suddenly to face Kurt. "Mr Hummel I presume?" She asked in her very strong Russian accent.
Kurt just nodded his knuckles going white under the table as he gripped his leg nervously.
She eyed him up and down. "My name is Miss Florence; I shall be your teacher for the next 2 years," She began to scour through a draw on the far side of her desk. "This is a particularly intense course Mr Hummel and I'll expect an hour of homework each night. It'll be collected the day after it's been given – write your name on this," She throw a pinkish workbook at him and after straightening it Kurt began to scribble his name on the top faintly drawn line.
After an extremely advanced Russian class – which knocked the wind right out of him – Kurt was led to another Math's class. This school just seemed like oozles of fun.
It was just like the first lesson. He sat next to Wes, they did complicated algebra equations and he had to explain it to him half way through. Ben was sent on another run and it basically just felt repetitive.
He made his departure only to run into Blaine, making him beg that gravity wouldn't pull him over and make him land on him. Using his arms he made a close call and escaped humiliation.
"Hey," He greeted ever so subtly, fighting back the urge to lose everything and cry into this boy's arms. Blaine smiled.
"I was just coming to get you." He explained and they began to make their way to the three hour training session – of which Kurt was still unfamiliar of the whereabouts. He just followed Blaine.
"Well here I am," Kurt said, straightening his top out and Blaine just laughed.
"I hope Russian wasn't too hard for you?" He darted his eyes over to Kurt who just exhaled and said, "It was… interesting – the teacher dresses classy I can give her that much, but she does give me the chills." He shivered and held his self, rubbing his arms.
Blaine just laughed. "Yeah you should see it when Madame Colins and Miss Florence pass each other in the halls, they give each other these really dirty stares, and it's kinda scary if I'm honest."
Kurt frowned. "Why would they give each other dirty stares?"
Blaine just shrugged, followed by, "I don't know, I think Madame Colins still holds a grudge for the Patriotic war or something…"
Kurt blinked, his eyes were wide. "But that was in eighteen-twelve, neither of them were even born then and didn't Germany, Russia and France form an alliance since then…?"
Blaine furrowed his brow and just as the conversation seemed to lose its meaning Cass approached, Thankfully.
"Hey Cass," Blaine grinned completely scrapping the last conversation and Cass nodded in acknowledgement but then turned straight to Kurt.
"Hey Kurt, Miss Valentines wants to see you, like right now, she said she'll excuse you for an hour of training." He relayed the message he acquired previously and smiled, hugging some textbook on physics to his chest.
Kurt froze on his spot. "Did she say what for?" He asked and Cass thought a minute before shaking his head, his curls jangling. "Nope, she just told me to tell you, want me to walk you to her office or something? I've got five minutes before training." He tacked on.
The brunet sighed and shook his head. "No, it's good, I've got this." He smiled shortly and turned to Blaine. "You don't mind do you?"
"Of course not. Even if I did anyway – which I really don't – it was a special request, you kinda have to," Blaine flashed that charming smile of his and shrugged, his head nudging his shoulder.
Kurt felt himself surface Goosebumps. "Well, Okay then, wish me luck," He said before turning and heading back the way he came. Blaine watched in admiration.
"You like him, don't you?" Cassidy smiled laying a hand on his shoulder. Blaine went instantly red, his cheeks warming and he brushed it off.
"What? No of course not – not that I don't like him – I like him as a friend!" He persisted and Cassidy just raised an unconvinced eyebrow. Blaine stared him down. It was no hope, Cass wasn't letting his side of the fence down and the gelled boy sighed. No one could keep anything from Cassidy, especially him.
"He's different," Blaine admitted watching his partner hurry down the hall. He smiled as they turned and began to walk slowly again. "I don't know Cass, he just seems…" After being lost for words he finally settled with, "Different."
Cass couldn't help but grin. "Blaine Anderson has a crush, well I never," and Blaine shushed him by raising a finger to his lips.
"Hey! I don't have a crush!" He insisted but it was utterly hopeless. "Anyway, even if I did have a crush – which I don't – his family just died and I don't think he needs a boyfriend right now to stir up even more trouble, especially one he's only known for a day – hypothetically of course."
Cass nodded. "Of course." Though he couldn't bite back the impressive smile weaving itself through his lips.
Kurt knocked on an oak door, praying to god he now definitely didn't believe in this was the right one. He had stumbled in on something horrific the last door he'd came to.
He knocked twice. There was no answer, so he knocked again. After the fifth knock he was finally granted access.
"Greetings human form." exclaimed a blond boy in purple, who opened the door.
"You have stumbled upon our secret lair," Announced another boy behind him – a dark haired red shirt. Kurt was a little dumbfounded – he hadn't even said anything yet?
"I was looking for Miss Valentine, I'm guessing this isn't her office - sorry," He decided as he began to stumble backwards in shock. "I'll be going now."
"I shant be hearing of it!" Blondie declared and ushered Kurt – unwillingly – inside.
"Come, come," Said the brunet waving his arm and beckoning him over, Kurt's insides churned.
They pushed him down simultaneously onto a sofa and stood over him, Kurt's fingernails digging into the seat. "What do you want with me? Shouldn't you guys be at training like everybody else?" He quizzed raising an eyebrow. The two looked at each other before exploding into laughter. It sounded so fake. They stopped suddenly making Kurt jump. "We have good reasons not to be at training."
"And they are?"
"Can't tell you,"
"It's a secret."
Kurt sighed and began to get up, folding his arms. "Look, I really have to go see Miss Valentine, she said it was –" He was pushed back down.
"Buh buh buh!" Said the blond who waggled his finger. "Not so soon,"
"We'll let you go," Announced the brunet. "If you answer our riddle."
Kurt blinked. He honestly wasn't in the mood to answer and stupid, childish riddle right now.
"You're kidding me?"
They shook their heads in perfect timing. Kurt groaned. "You can't leave until you answer it."
They were serious. "Okay fine, just hurry up, I really need to go!"
They shared a devious look before taking a deep breath, the red shirt started.
"I am with you every time,"
"yet no one sees me."
"I make you hold grudges,"
"and give you a reason to be happy."
"As you get older I start to disappear."
Then they both chimed. "What am I?"
Kurt gave them a 'are-you-serious' stare, his eyes flickering between the two, his perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. He sighed. He worked out loud, "No one sees me, I make you hold grudges, as you get old I start to disappear." He shook his head. Unfortunately it was the same riddle his dad always used on him. "Memories." He stated clearly and the two boys blinked.
"ye-yeah."
"You got it right."
They shared a confused look. Kurt just smirked. "Can I go now?" They both nodded, both still in shock. No one had gotten a riddle right upon the first guess.
Kurt sashayed out of the room and down the hall as the two boys watched him from the doorway.
"Hey Jeff?"
"Yes Nick?"
The brunet looked up to his best friend and raised a brow. "Did you just see that?"
Jeff nodded in wonder. "No one's ever got it right on the first guess,"
"We just got outsmarted by a yellow shirt."
"Who is he?"
Nick shook his head. "I have no idea, never seen him before in my life."
Miss Valentine's young but over-worked face popped out from behind the door. "Kurt," She exclaimed in utter delight and opened the door further to allow him inside the office, which he stepped into. Miss Valentine allowed herself to smile at the sight that met her eyes, Kurt holding his head higher than the last time they met be it only a day ago.
Kurt hadn't actually thought about this before, but she only seemed a few years older than him.
Late twenties tops and yet, there was something about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it just yet.
"You wanted to see me?" He asked stiffly falling into one of two chairs, obviously not comfortable about the situation and if you thought it through Miss Valentine was the first person he saw when waking up in this strange new place, he had obviously considered her the one that beckoned him away from his friends and family, even if it wasn't her fault they died. Of course being Kurt and his oh-so smooth life, it was never going to go normal for someone like him, now was it? Of course he'd be the boy that would wake up in some spy school, instead of a hospital or orphanage.
It just had to be him.
"I wanted to see how your first day went?" She asked with a smile and Kurt just shrugged.
"Alright, I guess. I'm still adjusting." He answered honestly and Miss Valentine nodded understandingly.
"Of course, I know it's a lot to deal with when you're still at such a young fragile age-" Kurt rolled his perfect blue eyes and she leaned onto a desk. "-but believe me, you're special Kurt, and it's much safer for you to be here than anywhere else." Kurt couldn't help but pick up on the 'relieved' tone she used. He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean safer?"
Miss Valentine flushed at her slip of tongue, though she quickly contorted back to her calm state. "I mean, you have so much potential Kurt, it would be wasted if you were anywhere else but Dalton, don't you think." She gave him a sure smile and he settled again, though not fully trusting her. He just shrugged.
Helen sighed. "Look, Kurt. I know, you don't seem to keen on me, but a lot of the boys here consider me a mothering figure as they themselves don't have one."
Kurt closed his eyes for a second picturing his own mother and suddenly remembering how much he missed her. He missed Carol too, there was no way he was going to ever going to see anyone as such a status as that one. He had already lost two; he wouldn't be able to cope with another loss.
"I want you to promise that you'll come to me whenever you feel down or need someone to talk to, I want you to see me as your guardian, every conversation will be held in confidence and none of the teachers or other students will need to know."
"Will you show up on my phone bill too?"
"Or you could see me as child line, though I do prefer the mother thing." She huffed and rounded the old oak desk to lowering herself into the leather office chair.
"Look, what I'm trying to say is, I know your going through a hard time right now, but I know that it will get better in time, I understand what you're going through and If there's anything you need, you can come to me at any time –"
Kurt suddenly felt furious and he cut her sentence off viciously. "I'm sorry, but what? How the hell could you understand anything of what I'm going through right now?" He exclaimed turning a cherry red and Miss Valentine lowered her head patiently awaiting for the rest of his rant to end. "I was ripped away from my family violently and sent to some stupid fucking spy school against my own will and I'm just expected to deal with it, I was forced to abandon my hopes and dreams just to work for some crappy government who have done nothing but belittle my kind since the very beginning. I'll never see my friends again, the people I love most in my life and they think all I'm dead! Dead!" He could feel flaming tears gather in his eyes.
"How could you possibly know what I'm going through?" he didn't give Helen a chance to answer before continuing his yelling.
"And you know what bugs me the most out of all this?" His voice broke. "Finn had to die. Why the hell did I get to survive when Finn had to die. My step-brother. It's so unfair and I'm pretty sure the guilt is going to eat me alive and it'll keep eating away at my insides until I'm a big hole of nothing-ness. Then what use would I be to any of you? Hmm? I'd be like a mental patient, who does nothing but sit and dribble all day. He had a future you know? He had a voice, damn it he had a girlfriend and most of all he had somewhere to go. He wasn't going to be a lima-loser like I'm sure some of my other friends were going to be. He was good at football. He was really good. He was going to get signed on for a big team and I knew it from day one-" Kurt could feel the tears dribbling and making tracks down his cheeks. "Oh god!" He cried out before having to bury his face into his hands. "I can't believe their all just gone!"
Miss Valentine sighed sorrowfully and opened the second from bottom draw to offer him a tissue. He looked up and pulled one sheepishly. "So don't you dare say you understand me when you know nothing about what I've been through." Miss Valentine bit her lip as Kurt blew his nose and sobbed out an apology to Finn.
"Kurt, I think you need some time to calm yourself down and then you should go return to your training session." She instructed before excusing herself to a private room, attached to the main office by a small wooden door. Kurt just watched as she slipped through the door and closed it behind her, feeling outraged.
He noticed she had left the box of tissues on the table he grabbed another one to wipe away the rivers streaming from his eyes.
Helen Valentine slumped down onto the floor, feeling flat and hopeless. She paused before dropping her face into her hands and silently sobbing. Of course she knew what he was going through. She had gone through the exact same.
Blaine had paired up with Cassidy for that training session, that afternoon seeing as Cassidy's partner had failed to show.
They were working on taekwondo and Blaine could now see why Cassidy's partner didn't show too often, making excuses about being ill.
Cassidy threw a left punch which Blaine narrowly missed, but the bare footed kick hitting him hard in the ribs and knocking him flying, landing harshly on his back. He let out a cry and groaned in pain. Suddenly he found the blond looking over him, and his eyes had clouded over, a determined expression painting his once friendly face. He raised a fist and Blaine cried out, "Cass!" before rolling out of the way just in time to avoid Cassidy's knuckle as it went slamming down into the laminated flooring below, just inches from his red face, breaking into the ground. A crowd had begun to gather around the two.
"What the-?" Another fist was just about to crash into him and he braced himself for impact and extreme pain and then… Nothing came. He cracked his eye open just an inch to determine why his face was still intact to be brought with the sight of Mr Lee – head material arts teacher and national title holder – with his hands wrapped around Cassidy's tightened fist just a couple centimetres away from his eyes. "Cassidy, think about what you're doing!"
Cass gritted his teeth and threw Mr Lee backwards easily, his head smashing against the wall and knocking him out cold on the floor, causing a collective gasp and outcry from the huddled boys. Suddenly Cameron dispersed from the crowd and laid a strong hand on his shoulder. "Cassidy stop!" He demanded sternly and at the touch Cass gasped, his eyes cleared and he turned into a broken mess, collapsing on what would've been the floor if it wasn't for Cameron who grabbed his arms and pulled him back up standing position, though he couldn't stand himself. "Ow, Ow, Ow." He breathed and Cameron loosened his grip and laid him gently to the floor. He looked up at the boys who stood either frozen in horror or frozen in shock.
"Okay someone call the medics and get them to take a look at Blaine and Mr Lee, Aaron you go."
The blacked haired boy nodded and went hurrying out of the room. He turned to another bystander. "James, call Miss Valentine, tell her it's urgent and get her out here now!"
He looked down over Cassidy, whose nose was beginning to dribble out blood. "And someone get me a tissue!"
Amongst all this commotions Blaine sat staring at his friend led unconscious on the floor, who had been just milliseconds away from maiming or even killing him. He breathed deeply whilst nursing his probably bruised ribs. He always knew Cass was a fighter, but he'd never seen him at his full potential, let alone been on the receiving end of it. He would hate to ever be on the end of that fist, just imagining the pain made his toes curl and his skin crawl.
He tried to stand until Harry rushed over and scolded him, instructing him to lie flat, just in case.
When he had been surrounded by paramedics, giving him a once over and deciding that he was okay, he brought himself to a standing and brushed himself down, though – if he was being honest – he had a lack in faith at their decision based off the pain radiating from his chest.
And it would be the perfect moment for Kurt to walk in. Cue devastation.
"Oh my god." He gasped when his eye's fixated on the comeuppance in the room;
Blaine leaning against the wall, with his hands held over his chest, Harry and Ben trying to support him and keep him upright, Cassidy lying on the floor about to be lifted onto a stretcher with a bloodshot eyed Miss Valentine watching over him, concern lining the faint creases in her face and Cameron who was obviously fighting the urge to break down also standing over his body, Mr Lee was being brought around with smelling salts by a paramedic and to top it all off a hole punctured into the floor. Scatters of boys stood around, chatting nervously.
At crossroads he decided going to Blaine would be his best choice, seeing as he had never made conversation with Cameron before, Cassidy was unconscious and he was the only one who didn't seem busy. "Blaine!" He cried out running over to them with immediate panic.
"What on earth happened here?"
"Kurt, are you alright?" Blaine demanded frowning at the sight of Kurt's red, blotchy eyes.
"Me? I'm not the one whose leaning against the wall in obvious pain!" He argued and Blaine just shook his head, dismissing it.
"I'm fine – ah!" He jerked and took a shaky breath. Kurt gasped in horror.
"No you're not!"
Ben took this as him cue to intervene. "It was Cassidy, he went physco crazy like less than 3 seconds ago, he kicked Blaine in the ribs and then threw Mr Lee across the room, knocking him out cold. But then Cameron stepped and Cass just seemed to… shrivel under the weight of his hand or something…" He summarized and the brunet couldn't believe his ears.
"Cassidy?" He reiterated. "Did all," He paused and took a good look around the room, ingesting everything from the hole to the paramedics. "this?"
They all nodded and Kurt shook his head in disbelief averting his eyes over to the blonds direction. "I can't believe he would do something like that!"
Blaine suddenly held his hand up. "Wait, guys it was weird though, when he was attacking me, his eyes, they were – well they weren't right. It was like he was under some kind of spell or something, like he was being controlled."
Ben and Harry shared a look of concern and Kurt bit at his thumb nail. "I hope he's alright."
Then he turned to Blaine as realization dawned upon him. "What about you?" He cried. "Are you okay, you must be in agony?" He proclaimed and the blue shirt shook his head.
"No really Kurt, I'm fine, I promise. The paramedics just told me to take it easy for a few days and I should be good to go again, it's only bruised, nothing's broken." He smiled optimistically but Kurt frowned.
"You're ridiculous you know that?" Blaine just laughed, having to stop himself half way through from pain.
"But it does mean that I won't be able to training for a few days, I don't know what you're gonna do without a partner."
"They'll probably give you Cassidy's partner, there's a reason he doesn't show to training much," Harry turned to Blaine and stated, "Example A."
Blaine smiled kindly and then thanked Ben and Harry for their help, but asked them to excuse him and Kurt for a second. They nodded and complied.
"What was that for?" Kurt knitted his brows and crossed his arms against his chest.
Blaine examined Kurt's emotionless blue eyes that were usual bright and shiny.
"Kurt, are you okay?" He asked with concern.
Kurt nibbled on his bottom lip and his voice went higher than usual. "Yes."
Blaine frowned. No he wasn't, that much was obvious and it was a pretty stupid question to have asked. Kurt's eyes began to fill with unshed tears seeing as he had to abruptly stop himself earlier otherwise he was going to miss a big chunk of his first training session.
Blaine opened his arms and Kurt gently let himself fall into his grasp, careful not to touch his ribcage.
Cassidy blinked slowly coming back round, but his whole body ached all over. The last thing he saw when he was removed from the room on a stretcher was Kurt crying into Blaine's arms and guilt overcame him, a tear slipping down the side of his face as he was carried away.
Later that night, Cassidy didn't show up to dinner and an unsettled air made its way threading and dampening the atmosphere at the table as the boy's ate in silence, all too absorbed in their own thoughts to even try and make conversation.
Wes and David were informed of what happened later, as they were in a separate session.
Cameron had joined them that day, for reasons unknown to the other boys, but they didn't mind it wasn't like they were going to argue against it. None of them had a problem with him.
It was eerily quiet.
That was until Cameron spoke across the table, just to break the painful silence. "How are your ribs, Blaine?" He asked and popped a fork in his mouth.
Blaine looked up and shrugged. "They ache," He admitted and another silence fell.
The sound of door scraping against the floor made them all look up.
It was Cassidy and the skin around his eyes was raw from where he'd been crying.
For a split second Kurt thought he might actually come and sit with them and Cassidy had had the same thought, but it proved to be too much for him and he ran away again, shaking his head.
"Cass!" Cameron called, leaving his tray and went sprinting after the blond.
Cameron caught up with him a few minutes later, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a halt.
"Let go of me!" He demanded and tried to pull away from the grasp only to fail. "Let go!"
"Come back and join us." The brunet insisted but Cassidy wouldn't look him in the face. He shook his head. "No."
"Why not?"
That was when Cassidy spun round and Cameron could see the anger and frustration flashing in his eyes. "Because I tried to kill Blaine back there and you saw it. I could just as easily finish you right here." He spat and curled his fist around the arm grasping his. Cameron challenged him.
"No you couldn't, because you wouldn't want to. That wasn't you back there; you were under some kind of hypnosis. I know you Cassidy, remember, we used to be friends before you started to run away from me all the time and I know you would never try to hurt someone close to you."
Cassidy's face softened and his teeth punctured the inside of his bottom lip. "And you would never dream of hurting Blaine." Their faces stood a mere five centimetres away, their eyes meeting and Cameron could tell he was hurting Cassidy, though the blond would never admit to it. He released his grasp and after an intense stare Cassidy went storming off again, this time he didn't follow and just stood, rooted to the spot. Watching as the boy retreated to solitude.
That night Blaine walked Kurt to his new room that he'd been given a key to earlier after dinner.
Blaine smiled. "I hope your first day wasn't too bad," He offered and Kurt raised him an eyebrow.
"Really?"
Blaine grinned. "Alright so it wasn't all plain sailing, but I promise you that doesn't normally happen." Kurt smirked and went to unlock the door when Blaine grabbed his arm.
"Hey," Kurt's eyes trailed up along the arm and to Blaine's face. "It's nice to see you smiling."
Kurt was sure he went bright red in that moment and the curly-haired boy released his arm.
"Goodnight." He bid a due and started down the hall to his own room. Nodding as he slipped inside. Kurt felt his heart race at a hundred beats per minute, when he knew it shouldn't be considering the past day's events and the fact he had just met this guy, but it was and there was nothing Kurt could do to stop it. He exhaled a shaky sigh and stumbled into his dorm, the door gently closing behind him.
Authors Note: Well. That was interesting. I want to know something, would you hate it and stop reading if my OC's got a little more involved and had their own scenes like Cass did up there with Cameron, tell me in a review or a pm, I generally need to know.
On another note, I was planning Wes/David's flashback scene to happen next chapter but because they weren't in this one so much, but maybe chapter 5?
Review, Alert, the usual would be fantastic :) – Bella
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