'Ello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm a'working on a new Blellie story. And OMG! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLAKE!
Nellie is making Blake a birthday scrapbook. Oh my dear freakin' god. My shipper heart just exploded. Ahh.. Anywho, enjoy the chapter!
Soon, Blake was sitting in a cold room, a light shining above his head. Despite the cold, he was sweating nervously. He wanted to know what had happened to Nellie and where she was.
"Are you and have you ever been involved in one of her crimes?" An investigator asked, raising an eyebrow coolly.
"No," Blake whined. "I already told you. Now let me go. Let her go. Please. I don't ike it here.." He looked around nervously.
"Fine. We can let you go," he said, adjusting his tie. Blake sighed in relief, standing up. "But I'm afraid we can't let her go. You see, she's already confessed and has already been sentenced. She's long gone now."
"Doesn't she have a lawyer.. Or a phone call, or something?!" Blake demanded, eyes angry.
"She didn't want one," he answered. "You can talk to her, if you'd like. Just ask and we'll let you."
"I want to. I really, really want to..." Blake begged quietly, face showing a mixture of pain and pleading. The investigator nodded and walked out of the room, Blake following slowly and cautiously. After words with others, and confused looks from Blake at everything, he was led somewhere else. He recongnized this..
He was led to a chair, sitting down in front of a glass window. He waited for what seemed like forever, until Nellie appeared on the other side of the glass. She was already clad in her orange suit, and Blake had to admit that it looked really hot on her. He shook his head. He shouldn't be thinking like that!
They both grabbed the phones on the windows, neither of them knowing what to say.
"I'm so sorry," Nellie finally said. "We both knew this was going to happen."
Blake shook his head. "No, no, Nellie. Don't be sorry! This was all my fault. I promised I was gonna protect you and I didn't. You don't belong in there..."
Nellie sighed loudly. "But I do. Blake, I know you tried... And that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me... But I don't want you to get down on yourself for this. We barely know each other."
"Says the girl who slept in my bed."
"Was that necessary?" Nellie spat, raising an eyebrow. "Bye, Blake."
"No, Nellie!" Blake put his hand on the glass, begging for her to pick up the phone again. "Please, Nellie!" She placed a silent hand on his, eyes sad. She looked away, then was ushered away by others.
Blake angrily hung up, slamming the phone down. He sunk into his seat, wanting to cry like a child. But he wouldn't let himself. Especially in public. He turned toward the officer who sat behind him to moderate their conversation.
"I have a question..." He trailed off.
"Yes?" The officer raised a questioning eyebrow.
"What's her bail?"
OK! I KNOW! IT'S SO SHORT! AHHH... By the way, have you guys seen the Pilot for Ryan Murhpy's new show "The New Normal". It's amazing. It's like, adult Klaine. In case you didn't know, it's about a gay couple who wants a baby and it's freaking hilarious. You should check it out on . :D
