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A Game of Cat and Mouse

Previously on A Game of Cat and Mouse:

Kurt was firmly pressed into the car, the doors in the back seat locked and one of Kurt's hands free, the other handcuffed to the handle of the door. Kurt glanced at the men in the front, Blaine and one of the other escorts, and then looked down at the note Puck has passed him, unfolding it expertly with his thumb.

He smirked, clenching his hand around the paper.

We got her

Chapter Twenty: Trial

Kurt stretched, arms beneath his head as he lay on his back, staring upwards. It was absolutely silent in his cell. And yes, you read correctly, not 'holding cell'. Cell. The real thing.

Kurt sighed, shifting to get more comfortable. It took them long enough, he thought.

Seriously. He'd been stuck in that holding cell for nearly a whole day. It was extremely cramped, not to mention boring. Now, the cell he found himself in, that was the real deal.

Kurt huffed in frustration as he caught himself glancing to his wrist for the third time since he'd been led to his new cell. He was so used to doing so to check the Mickey Mouse watch that it was now a reflex action.

Kurt wasn't comfortable not knowing the time. For one thing it meant he couldn't keep track of when Blaine received his Hot Orange Chocolates. For another, it meant he had no idea how long it was until he was to be moved from his cell for his trial.

He'd not been in the NY prison for long, not even a full day. He couldn't help but be impressed at how fast Blaine had worked in getting him his trial.

Kurt wasn't really sure whether that was a good thing or not in terms of his and Blaine's relationship.

Kurt allowed himself a smile.

But at least, he reminded himself. You now know there is still a relationship.

Kurt squirmed a little as the memories came flooding back, of what exactly had happened when Blaine had come to him the morning of his official arrest.

He sighed happily.

Blaine loves me.

The thought came to him in a whisper, for the thousandth time now. And that wasn't even including once Blaine had had to leave his holding cell back at the NYPD. No, it was simply since he'd been in his cell at the NY prison.

"Damn, I wish there was a clock in here." Kurt said aloud, eyes boring into the bottom of the bunk his was beneath.

A snort came from the bunk above.

"I know right?" His cell-mate said in response. The other man, who seemed to be around about his age, had introduced himself as Jeff when they'd met. He'd then cheerfully informed Kurt that he was in for the illegal use of steroids. "Seriously, if we're going to be stuck in here all day with nothing to do, at the very least it should be with nothing to do but count the minutes until freedom."

Kurt hummed in response.

"Hey, Kurt?" Jeff said, and Kurt's eyes flickered back up.

"Yeah?"

When Kurt had told Jeff who he was and what he was in for, he'd been amused by Jeff's total dismissal of it.

"When's your trial again?"

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I don't know. The closest estimation my contact in the court rooms got me was at one or later. They don't actually need me until all the formalities have been taken care of." He thought. "We're woken at eight every morning, so I'll guess it's been about... two hours since then. They won't come to collect me and escort me to the court rooms for an hour, maybe even more."

Kurt's contact in the court room was, of course, Sebastian, who was going to act as Kurt's lawyer.

But it wasn't like Kurt was going to spill the secrets of his trade to a, pretty much total, stranger, despite how likeable he might be.

"Oh," Was what he got from Jeff in response and Kurt rolled his eyes again before closing them.

I might, he reasoned with himself, as well try to sleep. At the very least it will help time pass quickly.

Sebastian rolled his eyes again.

"Rachel," he began through gritted teeth, fighting through his frustration as he tried, for the thousandth time, to explain the plan to her. "All you have to do when called up to the stand is answer all questions put to you honestly. Remember, we're trying to get Kurt sentenced."

"Except," Santana interrupted, stretched languidly across a chair in leather leggings and a tight, deep v necked top, blood red stiletto heels bobbing up and down in her impatience. She also had a blonde wig on, paired with cheap, plastic frames that were perched on the edge of her nose. It had taken all of Sebastian's persuasive skills; and Kurt blackmailing her via a note that Rachel had smuggled out of his holding cell the day before, to keep her in New York long enough to see Kurt in jail.

Artie, the man in the wheelchair from the dinner - which felt like it had happened years ago instead of just a few weeks - had passed on to Rachel something he had heard from Blaine, who had then in turn passed it on to the rest of them. Apparently, they'd identified Kurt as Porcelain because an eyewitness had seen Santana calling after Kurt using that name after the Venus Over Manhattan heist.

Naturally, she was skittish. In fact, all of them were, apart from Rachel. Having heard from Kurt time and time again in the last five years just how smart Blaine Anderson was, none of them – not Puck, not Santana, not Brittany, nor Sebastian himself - would be surprised to learn that Blaine had connected the dots and had figured out that all of them had broken the law before.

Sebastian was the only one of them who was going to make an appearance in the court rooms that day; as he was only a fencer he had less to pin on him – it would also be harder – which was why he was the man to play Kurt's lawyer. Either way, it was a comfortable role for him.

"Except when," Santana continued and Sebastian quickly came back to attention. "They ask about anything that's not related to the heist."

Rachel huffed in annoyance, rolling her eyes.

"Despite what you think Santana," She snapped. "I'm not a complete idiot. I'm not about to give them the excuse to put Kurt away for longer."

Finn shook his head, pacing next to where Rachel was standing stiffly.

"Rachel, he's not going to go to jail anyway." He reminded gently, if not a little anxiously. He then immediately looked to Puck. "Right?"

Puck snorted.

"Calm your jets Hudson." Puck said, keeping an eye on all entrances. "We've already taken care of it."

Finn nodded jerkily. "Right," He rasped. "Thank god. Burt and Mom would have killed me if they found out I let Kurt get into crime."

Sebastian, Santana and Puck all eyed each other.

To be honest, they were all surprised that Mr and Mrs Hummel-Hudson hadn't already noticed.

And I hardly doubt that Finn let Kurt do anything, Sebastian thought to himself, barely restraining from raising an eyebrow at Finn in sceptitism.

"Do we all know what we're doing now, or does Rachel need to be reminded again?" A snarky voice popped up from the love-seat.

Kitty and Joe showing up had surprised them, and Puck had to be restrained not to attack them instantly. It was only Rachel's reassurance that they were friends and trusted that allowed them entrance in Finn and Puck's apartment.

"Kitty, calm down." Joe was heard murmuring to his fiancée soothingly.

She did so, reluctantly.

Sebastian rolled his eyes once more and looked to his watch.

"Alright," he said, feeling himself calm and his role in the whole affair taking him over. "It's seventeen minutes past nine. We have to be at court by thirty five past, they'll begin the initial questioning at twenty to ten."

He turned to Santana, who had already stood and had her arm around Brittany's waist protectively. "Santana, Brittany." He said, eyeing them. "You should head to the airport now. Joe, Kitty," he added, looking at them over his shoulder. "You two should head back to your apartment. Everybody who's not needed should lay low."

Within minutes everyone who had only been there for support had left, and soon the only people who were left in their impromptu meeting place was himself, Rachel, Finn and Puck.

"Okay," he said, breathing deeply. "Time to go."

Blaine was undergoing his own briefing at that very moment. He was required to be available for questioning too, being the lead detective on the Porcelain case and having been in a close relationship with Kurt during the time he had spent at the New York Police Department head quarters.

He was having a hard time concentrating.

All he could seem to think about when he should have been concentrating on Sue's firm and pretty threatening instructions on what he was to say at the trial; was the fact that he probably wouldn't be seeing Kurt again apart from visiting him at prison and - he could feel himself blushing slightly at just the thought of it – conjugal visits. And those instances weren't even guaranteed, he had no idea which prison Kurt would be sent to, and whether he'd be able to visit him often, or even at all, considering the distance and how demanding his job was. Heck, Kurt could be sent to Camp Green Lake, and he'd be more likely to see him there than wherever the heck New York's justice system sent him.

Then there was the fact that he didn't even know where he and Kurt stood and, considering they hadn't really clarified whether they were officially boyfriends again, he didn't even know if conjugal visits would be allowed in the first place due to the relationship between them not being properly defined. Although that, of course, was not his main concern.

He wanted to establish things between him and Kurt properly; and, as nice as the confessions of love and make-up sex had been, that had not been done the last time they'd seen each other. They'd barely interact apart from him handcuffing Kurt's hands behind his back.

"-nestly or god help me Anderson I will shove your testicles up your virgin ass and make you taste your own – ANDERSON ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?"

Blaine jolted in his seat. He'd been caught. Probably due to his lack of response to whatever she'd been threatening him with.

"O-of course Sue."

She eyed him suspiciously.

"Mm hmm."

She turned around to look out of her window, hands behind his back.

"If you don't answer all of the questions put to you in complete honesty and to the best of your ability Anderson, I won't hesitate to make things really... uncomfortable for you after the trial has ended. Now get out of here, you'll be late."

Blaine nodded absently.

"Yes Sue."

Sue was confused as to why her threat hadn't fazed him in the slightest. It was like Hummel hadn't even told his boyfriend about the arrangement he'd had his lawyer make with her.

If he had known, she thought to herself. He definitely would have been worried. After all, she continued, sitting down at her desk to grab her journal out of her desk. I'm sure he'd rather Hummel was his consultant again, and not the FBI's.

"All rise for the honourable Judge." The clerk intoned and the only sound in the court room was the shuffling feet as the order was obeyed. That and the whirring of the cameras and recorders of the paparazzi and reporters who were overflowing the gallery in their numbers.

It was lucky that what was being referred to as the trial of the decade was being held in the biggest court house in the city. Indeed, the court room was the size of a large lecture hall, and every seat was in use. Some people were even standing up at the back of the room, so desperate to witness what all in New York city had anticipated for as long as they could remember – Porcelain, once and for all unveiled for all to see.

Once the spectators were cleared to be seated once more they did so and what followed would later be declared the strangest trial to take place in New York. That particular court room had been cleared for the entire day in preparation, as well as all other court rooms in that court house.

Every precaution was being taken in terms of security, and the unspoken reason for it was to ensure Porcelain did not escape. Little did the people of New York know, he didn't even want to.

"State your name for the jury." The clerk intoned once more.

"Detective Blaine Devon Anderson."

"Place your hand on the bible. Do you swear to speak the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you god?"

"I swear."

"Detective Anderson." Sebastian said, moving forward to where Anderson was stood in the stand, doing his best to remain emotionless and ignoring Blaine's look of complete shock when he realised where he recognised his boyfriend's lawyer from. "Is it true that you and Mr Hummel were in a romantic relationship prior to Mr Hummel's arrest?"

Blaine nodded, ignoring the gasps from those in the gallery, as he finally confirmed the rumours, and the scratching of pens all over the room from the reporters.

"Yes."

"Did you have any knowledge prior, during or after your meeting of Mr Hummel that my client was a criminal?"

More gasps were heard at the directness of Sebastian's approach.

"...No?" Blaine said uncertainly, glancing towards Kurt. He knew Kurt would be able to see his thoughts from his face, and eyes.

What the hell are you playing at? He thought despairingly. This line of questioning is never going to get you pardoned!

Kurt grinned, almost as if to say, I know.

"No more further questions your honour."

More gasps from the spectators. Kurt's lawyer asked hardly any questions, and all they had really done was ensure that Blaine's career wouldn't be harmed from the whole affair!

The judge nodded, uneasy.

"Very well. The opposition may now question Detective Anderson."

The questioning on Sebastian's side went much the same way for the rest of the day. And, because of this, the trial was over in just barely two hours, with a twenty minute coffee and bathroom break being the only breather everyone got.

The only really interesting thing to happen throughout the entire trial was Kurt's time in the stands.

"State your name for the jury."

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."

"Place your hand on the bible. Do you swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you god?"

"I swear."

Sebastian's questioning of Kurt stemmed to all of two questions and they were hardly helpful.

However, when it came to the oppositions questioning...

"Mr Hummel, when did you first commit a crime?"

"When I was thirteen years old."

There was scandalised whispers in the court.

"Really? What was your first?"

Kurt smirked, much to the shock of the spectators, and he lent into the microphone.

"I broke in the house of a boy who bullied me in high school, after an instance of physical assault on my person."

The lawyer saw the opportunity to incriminate Kurt a little bit more in the eyes of the jury.

"Did you steal anything?"

"Yes."

"What?"

"A pair of his underwear."

Kurt's smirk widened as he heard unrest in the gallery and settled into his seat, preparing to be thoroughly questioned.

At the end of the two hours the judge turned to the jury.

"Very well. We have questioned all of the witnesses and seen all the evidence. The jury will now adjourn to discuss the verdict."

Many members of the jury seemed annoyed, probably in the opinion that there was no need for them to adjourn. With the complete lack of defence on Kurt's lawyers part, his fate was sealed.

Next time on A Game of Cat and Mouse:

"All rise for the honourable judge."

It was time. The jury had come to their decision.