So that's how they found themselves chained with a single pair of handcuffs to each other, walking for the first time into the Station. They'd been there before, of course, but always on the business end and never on the receiving. They'd taken the slightly menacing dark blue walls as a sign of professionalism, but not it seemed to be as if it made the room smaller.
Kurt almost had to laugh at this whole situation. They hadn't got caught. Well, not really anyway. Not for what was against one of the most federal laws in the States, but something that was considered nothing. As long as they didn't react to much and stayed low, this should blow over in the breeze. If not, there was always Plan B.
"Now," Started Officer Len, reclining back in the out-of-place dark leather chair in the surprisingly bright white room. Both delinquents squinted as they tried to re-adjust themselves to the sudden harshness of the light. "We can't just let this go right over our heads."
Crap. Time for Plan B then.
"However," He began to elaborate, "This is a very minor crime in the area. It's also your first time here, isn't it?" Len waited as the two nodded. They'd stretched themselves across two chairs, chain straining on their outstretched arms. "So we'll just have to keep a file and keep you on a tight leash." He saw one of them stiffen slightly, though the other seemed fairly relaxed. Calm, almost. Perhaps this hadn't been their first time here. He caught one of them searching the room calmly, seeming not to care for his surrounding whilst the other sat ramrod straight and his hazel eyes burning holes in the paperwork in front of him.
" What do you mean, ' a tight leash? '" This drew the quieter ones attention, as he pulled almost in a warning sign on the hazel-boys chain. Wow. . . it really was there first time here, wasn't it?
"Do you know what this is?" Len asked, pulling out two blocks with some sort of flashing light on it. Hazel-boy shook his head whilst Sandy-hair narrowed his eyes in on them. Still not saying a word. "These are Trackers. They'll be on your ankle for a 48-hour time period. Then, when they beep, you'll be expected back at the station. Understand?" Both nodded, one more stiffly than the other.
"You'll be expected to stay inside the Ohio state. You're not allowed out, not even for family matters. Or pizza." Both frowned at that comment. Len reminded himself that not everyone knew Finn, one of the boys who'd tried to get his friend with a Tracker out of Ohio just for pizza. They'd gotten a high-end police chase, which was certainly more than they'd bargained for. "You have someone to stay. Correct?" Len watched as they shared a glance, and Sandy-hair spoke for the first time.
" We should be fine, Officer."
xx
"When did he say we could take these off?"
"48-hours Blaine. Calm down."
"Where are we going to stay? What are we going to do about PAV? Our bikes? And, fuck, the money?"
"Don't doubt the Ohio third eye," Grinned Kurt, tapping his forehead with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. It evaporated after a moment and he lowered his voice to get to Blaines ear. "We have to be more careful Blaine. We'll discuss plans later, after our time periods are up." Why did that sound so much more like a threat than an invitation for discussion?
" So, where are we going to stay?"
" Well, two options. One – a sleazy motel that uses up some of our well earned dosh," He could see Blaine wrinkle his nose at that and snorted. "Or Two – we take the easy way out and go to Pucks. It'll be awkward but whatever. We need a place to stay, and his is the place that keeps moving. We should be fine. He understands anyway." As Kurt rambled, Blaine searched for his bike until the boy next to him cleared his throat.
" They took Bessy."
" Shit – Pucks going to kill me!"
" Ey-ey! No he won't!"
" No no! You don't understand! He said if I loose his baby he's going to cut me up!"
"Blaine?"
"Yea?"
"Shut up."
"Alright."
xx
"So," Blaine asked again, turning his body to face Kurt with a frown on his face. "Your ingenious plan is to stay with Puck, wild slutty party Puckzilla, Puck until these timers get off us."
"It is an ingenious plan, isn't it?"
"Not laughing here Hummel."
"You are Anderson. Pucks oblivious to anything that goes on in his house. It could burn down in flames and all he'd notice was that it smelt a bit like bacon." Blaine snorted and turned to the doorbell. Pressing it let off a sharp zing of sound before someone yelling from inside could be heard.
"Fine! I'll get it Noah! But you'd better know that if I didn't actually owe you someth – shit!" Rachel doubled over in shock at the sight in front of her. No no, the sights in front of her. Was it two? Did it count? Was it a whole package now? Were minor questions in her mind. The major ones were - " Kurt? Why are you here? And why are there police here? And who the hell is this?"
" Easy there." Rachel doubled again at the easy power in Kurts voice that had always been so high and squealy back in Yellow Grade. "One at a time. Actually, could you let us in and stop gawking?"
Rachel straightened herself slightly and tugged at the sleeves of her dress. "And why should I let you in? The Ohio Police are at our doorstep Kurt!"
"You'll let us in," Kurt prowled a step closer so his light eyes burned slightly as he glared down at the smaller girl. It was times like this, he loved being tall. "Because you want to know what the hell happened." Rachel glowered a moment longer before hesitantly dipping her head and wrinkling her nose.
"Fine! You know what? Come on in!" Storming, very much like she had when she was in Glee, back into Pucks living room, Blaine turned to grin at Kurt with wide excited eyes.
" How'd you know how to do that?"
" Do what?" Snorted Kurt in reply. " She hasn't changed since primary school."