AN: Yay, so finally a new chapter. I'm going to try and get chapter 13 up pretty quickly because I start school back next Thursday and not sure how much time I will have to get this updated. So with that being said, I'll try to do as much as possible before then. I would like to thank Raven176 for being the beta for the chapter, she is absolutely amazing! Please enjoy and review!
"What's going on?" Kurt asked after nearly running into Mercedes after she stopped abruptly in front of him.
"I'm not sure, I can't see around all these people." Mercedes tried to look around the crowd of people, but failed due to the fact that she was much shorter than most of the people in the way. When that failed she began pushing through the people.
"Black bitch coming through, and she will cut you." The crowd seemed to part like the Red Sea as the diva made her way through, Kurt following close behind her.
Once they made their way to the front of the crowd, they were stopped by two policemen who were not allowing anyone to pass by. Behind them were several other policemen with Figgins, and they were searching through the lockers. While moving from one locker to the next, Figgins spotted Kurt and began walking towards him.
"Mr. Hummel," Figgins motioned for the cops to let Kurt pass, "we are currently looking for the weapon that was used during your attack. The police think that it was stashed in the student's locker after the attack."
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"My first day back and I have this reminder of the attack. I can't avoid it because there are lockers all over the school and the cops seem to be everywhere. Why the hell didn't they do this right after? There was plenty of time while I was in a coma for them to search the school." Kurt threw his bag into a chair and sat in the chair next to it.
"Kurt just relax, it's okay. No one is going to hurt you." Finn said as he tried to console his step brother. He wasn't quite sure why Kurt was freaking out. He figured that Kurt would be happy that they were looking for the weapon, not freaking out about it. There seemed to be a lot of things that Finn didn't understand.
"And where is Puck? He knows we have glee today and I could really use his support with all this." Kurt sighed and pulled his legs up to his chest. He didn't have anyone to hold him, so he was going to hold himself.
"Puck had therapy today. He should be home when we get there." Finn was starting to wonder what was going on between Puck and Kurt. They had spent a lot of time together since Kurt had come home. Almost every night after school Puck was down in the basement with Kurt. Finn practically had to beg Puck just to get him to come play Halo these days.
"I wish that baboon would have told me that. I thought he had therapy tomorrow, not on a day we had glee. For the love of Gaga I swear I'm going to kick his ass."
"If that makes you feel better." Finn still wasn't quite sure what to say to Kurt to make him feel better. He always had a hard time with that. He never quite figured out what to say to make Rachel feel better either. He figured that both Kurt and Rachel were so similar, that's probably why he couldn't figure out what to say to Kurt.
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"We were unable to find anything. Either the student removed the weapon prior to the search, or they never kept it here. We have already questioned every person who attends McKinley who is on a sports team. We are trying to narrow that number down and see if we can find a more definite suspect."
"Thank you." Figgins thanked the detective before showing him out of his car. Rachel stood a few feet away, close enough to hear every word, but far enough not to be noticed that she was eavesdropping. This was making her late for glee but it was worth it. She knew that the cops wouldn't release anything until they had more solid information. The only thing they had now was that the attacker was wearing a letterman jacket.
As the detective climbed into this car and pulled out of the parking lot, Figgins spotted Rachel standing on the other side of the dumpster.
"Ms. Berry, what are you doing behind the dumpster?" Figgins asked as he made his way closer to the dumpster to see what Rachel was doing.
"Hiding from Mr. Shue. Yet again the solo for Regionals was given to someone far less talented than I. Upon learning this information I stormed out to show them that I would not stand for this. In the process of this, they would learn that they had lost their most valuable member and that I am needed and they would beg for me to have that solo. Then I thought, what would Barbara do? She would humble herself and except that someone less talented received the solo and she would learn from it. Learn what she needed to do in order to receive the rest of the solos for the rest of the show choir season. So I was about to head back to the choir room until you stopped me and asked what I was doing out here. I will be on my way now."
Rachel turned and all but ran away from the spot where Figgins was standing. He stood frozen and speechless. He wasn't quite sure what to do or say in response to Rachel's rant.
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"Noah Puckerman!" Kurt yelled as he walked through the front door of his home. He knew that Puck was home from therapy because his truck was out front. Kurt didn't have to go far from the front door because Puck was sitting on the couch watching The Deadliest Catch.
"What?" Puck asked, not sure why Kurt was yelling his name as soon as he walked through the door. Kurt stormed towards him, his arms crossed over his chest and he had a murderous expression on his face. Oh shit, Puck thought, I'm in trouble.
"Why didn't you tell me you had therapy today. I thought it was tomorrow, and I was expecting to see you in glee today." Kurt's anger quickly dissolved and instead started turning into anxiety and pain.
"With them going through the lockers all day, it was constant reminder. Every time I turned the corner I would hear them talking about the weapon, what they were looking for and that it would have my blood on it. It was my first day back and I was already nervous. I was expecting you to be in glee and I wanted to talk to you."
Puck patted the spot on the couch next to him. Kurt slowly walked over and plopped down next to Puck. He curled his legs up underneath and turned towards Puck.
"I'm sorry dude, I thought you knew." Puck said, feeling genuinely sorry that he hadn't told Kurt about his appointment.
"It's okay. Don't call me dude."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I don't really have any memory of the attack but when you walk around hearing about a weapon covered in your own blood, it's scary. I kept imagining them opening up a locker and it being covered in blood. Then they would pull out the weapon and it would be dripping with my blood and then it would get everywhere. I know logically that the blood would be dried on it and not wet, but still. In my fear it's very horror movie-ish." Kurt took a deep breath and sighed. He knew that it was stupid, but he couldn't help but think about it. If they did find the weapon in school he would probably have to look at it and it would have his blood on it unless it had been washed off.
"I'm sure Rachel already told everyone but they didn't find it at the school. Which means you probably won't have to look at it until court. But from now on I will tell you when I have an appointment. I will try to make sure that they don't happen at the same time as glee that way I can be there when you need me."
"I don't care what Quinn says, you can be sweet." Kurt smiled thankful for Puck. He couldn't stay mad at the jock, it was impossible.
"You bet your ass I can. Wait, when did Quinn say I couldn't?"
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As Puck was walking down the hall towards the bathroom, he heard Finn making a bunch of noise in his bedroom.
"Everything okay dude?" Puck asked as he walked into Finn's room which he instantly regret. Finn has clothes thrown all over the room and he was pulling even more clothes from his closet and into the middle of the room.
"Have you seen my letterman jacket?" Finn asked but didn't stop throwing clothes everywhere.
"Nope, can't say that I have. When did you have it last?" Puck asked as he looked over the mess that was the bedroom.
"It's been a couple months now."
