Nightshift

Chapter 12

The Deans Office

Sorry it took me so long you guys! It was finals week for me last week and I was FREAKING out about them, but alas, I got all A's so yay me! (Holy London Tipton) anyways, I also rewrote this entire chapter, as I initially brought on a surprise much earlier than I wanted to, but have no fear, as I will make it happen soon. :) Special thanks to gleeville, xKirabellax, Loki Firefox, John W. Black and ALL 1,000 OF YOU WHO READ THIS THE LAST TIME I UPDATED. I was so damn stoked you guys. Seriously.

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"So were you just gonna not tell me you were into dudes or what?" Puck said with a chuckle as he took a giant swig of beer from his red, plastic cup.

"Shut up Puck." Mike said, slightly annoyed; not a Puck, but with everything this whole night had brought.

"Hey, I got nothin' against gay dudes, they make excellent wingmen." The boy with the Mohawk replied, and he raised his glass, toasting Mike all by himself. Not even Santana joined him, she just looked at him like he had a mental disability.

"Wait." She said as she watched Puck finish his very full drink in one take. "You're telling me that Trouty in there actually is gay?"

Mike looked at her for a second, unsure of who she was talking about. "Sam?" He asked.

"No, the other blonde dude with lips the size of all of Lima Heights. " She retorted sarcastically.

Mike nodded and sighed. He's known Santana for a while and was used to her brash way of speaking to other people. Some said she was mean, others said it was a front, Mike believed that she generally was a bitch, but she had to have some decent qualities. After all, she was pretty funny.

"Damn…" she whispered.

"I thought you were fuckin' that blonde girl on the cheerleading squad. You know, the one with the bangin body?" Puck asked.

"I am." She responded simply, "but we aren't official. Besides I watched her walk upstairs with some guy from the art department about an hour ago. They aren't playing checkers Noah." And she walked out of the room, leaving only Puck and Mike standing in the kitchen.

Mike was getting nervous, Blaine left almost an hour ago, and he still hadn't returned. Mike trusted him to the end of the Earth, but he didn't trust Sam to exactly respect their relationship. He pulled his phone from his pocket and saw no new messages, debated on sending one for a full minute before he decided against it and shoved it back into his pocket. Suddenly he heard a crash that caused him to look up.

"Goddammit Santana, get shit that people can actually eat." Puck muttered as he pulled various boxes and cans out of the Latina's cabinets.

"When Blaine gets back, we'll go get food if you want." Mike said, trying to save Puck from getting thrown out before Mike was ready to leave. Puck sighed dramatically and looked at Mike.

"Alright." He conceded as he walked to lean up against the counter on Mike's left. "So what's going on with you two anyways?"

"Nothing." Mike lied.

"Bullshit." Puck called him on it with a smile. "Dude, I don't care if you like the guy. You're still my bro, and even though Anderson doesn't talk, he seems pretty chill." Mike smiled. "Besides, after he socked Sebastian in the face tonight you rescued him and he got you to yell, so he must mean a little bit to you for those things to happen."

Mike nodded. "Alright. I like him. A lot."

"You love him." Puck accused.

"How do you…?

"I wasn't listening to you guys while I was guarding the door, but I'm not deaf dude." Mike stared at him. "Alright, alright," Puck put his hands up in defeat. "You don't have to tell me. Don't want you gettin' soft on me anyways." He smiled and nudged Mike playfully in the shoulder, which granted him a small chuckle from the Asian.

"Yo, Asian Persuasion. " Santana said as she walked back into the room. "Your man is back."

Mike almost leapt off the counter he was so excited. "Thanks Santana." And he went to the living room where Blaine was waiting for him. By this point, all the party-goers had left, many of them because Santana had decided she was tired of them all and starting throwing things at people until they left, and then demanded that they all took one piece of trash with them so that "she wouldn't have to spend the rest of her life cleaning and only finishing when her boobs fell on the floor themselves."

When Mike entered the room, Blaine was sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. He look drained, like he had been crying.

"Everything alright?" Mike asked carefully.

His boyfriend looked up at him with his big eyes. "Yeah." He almost whispered.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No." Blaine said simply, which caught Mike by surprise. Blaine caught his expression and walked to Mike and took his hands into his own. Mike's heartbeat picked up in pace. "He wants you to talk to him."

"No." Mike echoed. "I don't want to see him. Whatever he has to say to me, he can just keep it to himself."

"I think you'll change your mind Michael." Blaine said softly. "He's been through a lot and he just wants to make peace with you."

"No Blaine." Mike said, his tone strong but even. "You can talk to him all you want, I trust you enough, but don't try to make me." Blaine sighed and looked down.

"Alright."

"Thank you." Mike said and he put his finger under Blaine's chin, causing him to look up. Mike leaned down and kissed Blaine softly and tenderly. He knew that Blaine wasn't happy with his decision, but he just couldn't force himself to talk to Sam. He ripped his heart out of his body and stomped on it. Seeing him that night was already annoying for Mike. "I am sorry. I know that you want me to talk to him, I just can't." he said as their lips parted.

"It's alright," Blaine said. "I understand." And he smiled up at Mike.

"Chang!" Puck yelled as he walked in, causing the two boys to separate, but it was too late. "Hey, I'm all for you two being together, but just not make out in front of me all the time."

"Well we could make out with you if you would like instead?" Blaine said which caused Mike to laugh out loud.

"Be careful Anderson, Pucky here might like it too much." Santana said, grabbing Puck's check and pinching it.

"Ha, Ha," Puck said sarcastically. "You are all so funny."

"Are we getting food or what?" Santana said. "I'm starving."

-ooOOoo-

Mike awoke the next day to Blaine shaking him awake. At first he groaned in denial, then he noticed Blaine's voice sounded urgent and worried. His eyes opened slowly to find the bottom edge of a poster on his wall. He turned around and looked for Blaine, who was no longer laying next to him, but instead holding a pink piece of paper. Mike's heart fell and he felt his guts churn. Pink letters only meant one thing. Someone was in trouble and had to go and see the Dean.

"Who is it for?" Mike asked slowly as he sat up, he felt his eyes wide in horror, but not as bad as Blaine's who were terror stricken. Blaine didn't answer him; he just stood there, his eyes darting from left to right, reading the letter over and over again. "Blaine, who is it for?" Mike made his voice a little louder, hoping he would make Blaine snap out of his trance.

Blaine looked up at him, his eyes never getting smaller. In a quiet voice he said. "Both of us."

Mike didn't move. His brain started forming theories. Sleepiness, confusion and intense critical thinking made his brain work slowly, but eventually he came to three conclusions.

"It can only be a couple of things, all of which will get us in massive trouble." Mike said standing to read the letter. His suspicions of them doing something terrible were only confirmed by the seven letters at the bottom of the page he didn't want to see.

"…both sets of parents will be in attendance."

In a panic he read the rest of the note, confirming that they were both in trouble for hitting Sebastian, or as they so eloquently called it, "assault on a fellow Dalton University student." Blaine groaned.

"My dad is going to murder me." He whined as he collapsed on his own bed, throwing his hands in front of his eyes.

"Join the club." Mike whispered as he continued reading. "We have to be at the Dean's office by two."

Blaine pulled his phone out of nowhere and clicked the top button. "It's just now twelve forty."

"What do we do?" Mike asked as he sat on his bed across from Blaine. "What are we going to tell them?"

Blaine sat up and looked at Mike. "We can't really tell them much. You're covered, because he stole something from me, but I'm screwed. I can't tell them that I hit him for bringing someone to a party, that would mean that I would have to throw Santana under the bus." Mike looked at him. "No." Blaine banished the idea immediately. "I just finally started to make friends, and I'm not going to let some attention seeking, asshole like Sebastian ruin it for me."

"Alright." Mike said calmly.

"All I can do is tell them I hit him Michael, if I lie, it's only going to make things worse. I'll just tell them that I hit him for bumping into me or something." Blaine said shrugging.

"That's still lying." Mike observed.

"Yeah, but no one else will get into trouble but me."

-ooOOoo-

At two o' clock sharp, both boys were in the lobby area of the Dean's office, dressed in their DU uniform, both making sure that not even a single thread was out of place. Mike's thoughts were a flurry of nervousness. There had to be a way to save both he and Blaine from the inevitable doom that was coming their way. When they had initially arrived, they expected to be greeted by their parents stern faces of disapproval. Michael was mostly afraid that his father, with his cold grey eyes, would pull him out of school without the blink of an eye. He hated that Mike was attending DU, even if he was majoring in medical. He wanted Mike to go to another Ivy League school, a better one like Harvard, but thir parents were nowhere to be found.

"Fucking Sebastian…." Mike kept thinking as he watched Blaine nervously bite his thumb and his leg vibrate uncontrollably against the dark wooden floors. He was so frustrated. He hated many things about Sebastian, but he never really thought that he would be a tattletale. He had plenty of his own demons to hid that Mike never considered that he would go and try and air out everyone else's dirty laundry, especially not to the Dean of all people.

Suddenly the Dean's office door opened and Mike's eyes closed briefly. He took a deep breath before he heard it.

"Anderson, Chang. In. Now." The strong and commanding voice said. Mike opened his eyes after he exhaled and stood to face the dean.

Dean Sue Sylvester was seen very rarely around campus. After all, she wasn't exactly the nicest woman. At only five feet and nine inches, Mike easily towered over her, but it was her demeanor that made people run away. She was an older woman, probably in her fifties, with short, blonde hair and she always paired her dismally colored pant suits with thin reading glasses. Whenever Mike did see her around campus he ran for the hills. He had heard many stories about Dean Sylvester, including one where she took a megaphone with her and yelled at gingers all day, claiming that they were all a disgrace to humanity and even expelled a poor boy under the pretenses of his being too hideous. She never wore heels, probably so she could kill her victims without alerting them. Her bright blue eyes were fierce and constantly angry.

"Now Chang. Chop, chop." She said with a couple of violent claps, making Mike rush by her.

When he reached the office, he only had a moment to look around, catching a glimpse of an older woman in a picture on the desk, a small blonde girl in a fold out chair to the left of the desk cradling an old fashioned typewriter in her lap, and a wall full of medals and trophies to his right before Dean Sylvester came around her desk and took her massive leather chair.

"Sit." She barked.

"Uh, Dean Sylvester ma'am?" Blaine stammered. "Where are our parents? The letter said they would be here."

"Indeed you are right Bilbo Baggins." She said in a blasé tone. "But as you and Dancing Asian here are very fortunate in that your parents are very important at this school, I decided not to alert them. I only put that information in the letter to make sure that you two actually arrived, which you did. However, I do have Becky here to document the entire conversation in case I do feel the need to blackmail you at a future time." Mike looked at the small girl who was vigorously typing every word that came from the Dean's thin lips.

"You lied?" Mike asked, his nerves deflating with the knowledge that his father wouldn't be in attendance.

"I merely falsified information. Call the cops. I dare you." She said, her eyes drilling into Mike's reigniting his nervous composure. When Mike didn't challenge her she continued on, bringing up a piece of paper closer to her eyes. "Now it says here that you both were related in two separate incidences with a one Sebastian Smythe?" She looked up.

Mike made the choice before Blaine could speak. "Um, actually, It was only me. Blaine wasn't involved in either." Mike saw Blaine's head snap to him, but he ignored it. The Dean's eyebrows raised.

"It says here that Mr. Smythe said it was both of you."

"He's lying ma'am." Mike retorted simply as his heart rapped uncontrollably against his chest.

Dean Sylvester arched an eyebrow at him, sniffing out a lie, then she turned to Blaine. "Is this true Baggins?"

"No! He's just co-" Mike cut him off.

"He's trying to cover for me." Blaine glared at him. Dean Sylvester looked back at Mike. "He had nothing to do with it." The Dean stared at him again for a while, then leaned back in her chair, her right index finger finding its way to her chin.

"Very well Slanty Eyes." She said, once again letting the offensive nickname fly without any cares. "Your excellent academic record inclines me to believe you over The Notorious Drunken Fairy." She threw the paper with Sebastian's name on it back on her desk. "It also allows me to give you a less harsher punishment than I would normally allow." Mike stared at her. "I know you are lying to me to cover for Anderson, however since I cannot prove such things, and since I have a high respect for chivalry, I will do this. The first punch will go as a warning and will be put on your permanent record." Mike exhaled in relief. "However, the second punch grants you a month's worth of tutoring for new freshman that enter the school, effective immediately, and will also be put on your permanent record." Mike internally groaned.

"Now, there is another issue I must address with the two of you and if you lie to me I will have no choice but to take serious action. Chivalry can only get a person so far, and unfortunately Kalamari is all out and last I heard Hobbits possess none." She paused a second allowing Becky the moment to sound out kalamari. "Are you two in a relationship?"

Mike looked at Blaine with wide eyes. What else did Sebastian tell her?

"Yes." Blaine answered quietly. The Dean nodded in his direction.

"You both are aware that it is against school policy for lovers to share a dorm room?" Both boys nodded. "I'm afraid that I have no choice but to separate you two." Mike's heart stopped. Breathing immediately became a difficult task. He just started at Blaine as he began to speak. "No, just because it is your family's hall, you cannot request him again Gay Burt Reynolds, nor can you use your father to make him stay." Blaine retracted his body. Mike looked down, his eyes and nose burning. He wasn't going to cry in front of The Dean. Not now. "Chang," she continued. "You will be moved to-"

"What if Mike agrees to tutor all year and I agree to help him? All for free, and we tutor the Special Needs students and keep our GPA's where they are now?" Blaine said, interrupting the Dean. Mike looked up and stared at Blaine, hope ridden all across his face, then at the Dean who actually looked impressed.

"I never expected you to be a haggler Gay Blaine." Sue said, a small smile inching across her lips. She stayed silent for a while, trying to see if Blaine would break, or maybe she was waiting for him to sweeten the deal any further, but instead he held firm, never breaking eye contact with the Dean. "Very well." She finally submitted, which caused Mike to smile broadly. "You both have a perfect 4.0 in my school. The second that falls by even a point, you two will be separated. Fortunately for you both," she leaned back in her chair again. "your sophomore year is almost over and you have a few months to prepare. In that time neither of you will be returning home for the summer as you need to make sure your affairs are in order. I will notify your parents that you will be attending a mandatory tutor training session." Mike and Blaine both agreed, both excited for the chance to spend more time together.

"In addition, I will present you both with a list of students with the most need of help in the school and the subject that they are in need of, each list will consist of ten students. Becky will be tutored by the both of you and one last thing," she said, as Mike finally began to feel the overwhelming work that was ahead of them both. "all of your students must pass the Ohio Universities Testing Standards."

"They all have to pass the OUT's?" Blaine asked, a concerned expression on his face.

"Yes ma'am." The Dean said. "As do you. Now, get the hell out of my office."