He was done. Kurt refused to be used any further, if the Judge wanted Everett's husband then he could take him, he just had to separate the two men. Smirking he ran up to their room and knocked on the door.
"Mister Parker Mister Parker!" Kurt cried, forcing crocodile tears. Noah ran to the door in a panic, his eyes widened at the boys appearance.
"What happened?"
"Mister, your Husband! He's got himself into trouble! With the damned judge!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Lead me too him!"
And so his plan set into play, however he was unaware of the watching eyes and evil grin lurking in the shadows.
"What about him?" Blaine asked, pointing to the poet outside the window. Kurt scrunched his nose up in disgust.
"Urgh, no. You see the trouble with poet is how do you know its deceased? How about…..the priest!" Kurt exclaimed, giggling and clapping his hands.
"Awful lot of fat."
"Only where he sat." The pair turned to look at each other and burst out laughing. Blaine had to take a seat he was laughing so hard.
"Trouble is, you'd only get it in Sundays!" He laughed. This caused Kurt to fall into the chair beside him in hysterics.
"Oh Mister Anderson, you do have a dark sense of humour." Kurt smiled at him. He then shuffled his chair so he was in front of Blaine. He'd always loved those eyes, swimming with love and joy, but not anymore. Their murky waters were now deeper and deadlier, concealing secrets and lies and untold horrors. But there was still that underlining tone of brightness Kurt hoped he played a small part in creating. "You're very beautiful; you know that, Mister Anderson?"
"No, I don't think so." Blaine laughed bitterly. His husband was the only person who ever called him beautiful. No, Blaine Anderson didn't have a husband. The man who did was dead. He could love Kurt, it was what Noah would have wanted. "I think you are very beautiful yourself, Mister Hummel."
"Oh stop it, now! You've gone and made me blush." Kurt giggled. "C'mon Mister Anderson, you need to gather up some customers!" Kurt smiled, taking the mans hand. "Well c'mon then!"
"Where is he?" Noah demanded after running for twenty minutes. "If you're working for that toad…"
"No, I'd never work for him. I…made a bad bargain with him to protect someone and he seems to want my blood for it but that isn't important now." Kurt argued, "C'mon this way!" But Noah was looking towards the dock, "Oh what now?"
"That prison ship, it was empty. So it was not to depart until morning."
"Plans can change, maybe they caught someone…oh no." Then they were both suddenly running for the docks as fast as they could. "No, this isn't happening." Kurt muttered to himself. The Judge was cruel but this was a direct breach of their bargain. So was his idea of getting rid of Noah, his mind argued.
"Everett!" Noah screamed as they got to the dock. The ship was floating out with the curly haired man on it. "NO!" The breath was knocked out of Kurt as he saw the Judge appear behind them with an evil smirk.
"So sorry about your husband, who would have thought him such a criminal." He then turned to Kurt, "Hello dearie." This made the boy viably flinch backwards.
"Why have you done this?" Noah snarled.
"To get to you." He laughed, grabbing the mans arm and dragging him away from the boy. "Thank you for your help Mr Hummel, you've been a perfect little poppet. Another time then."
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Can I have your attention please?" A blonde haired girl called out to the crowds in the market. "Oi! Everyone!" She then whistled loudly grabbing the attention of the barber and his baker. "Who wants to see some magic?" An interested cry rose up, "Alright, simmer down. My father, bless his soul, in the prime of his life whe
n bald. But, ladies and gentlemen, he is a genie...genny...a very smart man and he created an elixir than did the trick sir, just like an elixir ought to do! Now he has flowing locks! Just take a look!" Then the man she called her father stepped out on the platform behind her. His appearance caused the couple to laugh, alerting his attention.
"You two! You laugh at my miraculous elixir?" He snarled. Blaine shook his head with a smile,
"Oh no sir, I say its a shame. You aren't the father of that girl, nor are you any father as you are in fact female and also that is not your natural hair, it is however a wig. You are wearing make up, not wrinkles and are nothing more than a scam artist in costume." The crowd gasped and Kurt smirked and pulled the wig and beard revelling a tall woman with short blonde hair. She snarled at the two as she grabbed the blonde girl.
"You two will regret making a fool of me!" He snapped as the crowd jeered and laughed. "Come along Brittany."
"But I'm tired now, Miss Sylvester!"
"Brittany!" She raised he hand to the girl but Kurt stepped in the way.
"Oi, there is no need to raise a single finger to the poor girl. Go scam someone else without her!" Kurt turned back to Brittany, "Are you alright deary?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Enough with this sir business. I'm Mister Hummel and him over here is Mister Anderson. You can stay with us now." He then looked up a Blaine with a smile, "We can be our own little family."
"I want my property back." Miss Sylvester growled to the Barber in the room above the shop.
"She is a child, sixteen no less, not property." Blaine replied, not turning from sharpening his blades. She then laughed coldly and looked into Blaine's eyes.
"I know who you are Mister Parker. Give me my girl or so will London." Blaine wasn't even aware his bladed hand dove out the strike the woman's neck. Her eyes widened as she fell gurgling to the floor.
"No one will ever know a thing."
