*A/N - I'm very sorry it's been so long since I've posted, but due to some personal issues I've found it difficult to write as well as find time to do so. I hope you can forgive me for the time it's taken, and for the incredibly short chapter that I'm currently giving you. I am working on the next installment which should come in the next day or so. I hope this in some small way makes up for the lapsed time it's taken me to update. Also, I would really appreciate comments and opinions; it helps to tell me the direction to take the story in. Thank you ~ Donitello*
Nightbird and Blonde Chameleon
"Now what did he say was the problem," Sam asked with frustration?
"He didn't. Just that the shit had hit the fan, Santana came in to help, and Kurt was there too".
"Why did she bring him? She knows what happened last time. You think she's trying to cause more trouble," Sam responded?
"Let's think about that for just a second…I've still got to be tried for 'attacking' Douglas even though he broke onto my property with a baseball bat, she was questioned as an accessory and then a material witness, she knows my parent's basically want to move me to New York and break us up, plus there's you in the sorted mix of everything you've been through…I believe she understands we have enough trouble without her adding to it. There has to be a reason she brought him," Blaine said in his sardonic tone.
The remainder of the ride was enjoyable if not a bit quiet until Sam turned on the radio and begun playing their playlist on his cell phone. They sang and laughed, but the closer the got to Lima the less they were enjoying themselves. Their first stop was to Will and Emma's apartment to drop off their stuff and talk to them for a few minutes letting them know of the whole adventure with Granny Anderson, but then realizing how much time had passed they announced that they had to find Ryder and Jake but would be home soon.
A quick text and reply found Sam and Blaine arriving at Ryder's house where several vehicles were parked in the driveway. A panicked expression was plastered over their face because they didn't know what to expect in the form of troubling news also that Kurt would most likely be on the inside and neither was too excited about seeing him. The door to the house cracked open and Jake saw them in the driveway; he used his arm to wave them inside. They turned off the motor, unbuckled their seatbelts, opened the doors, and took on last look at one another and walked in.
In the living room was Ryder, who had his mom and Jake sitting on either side of him, Santana and Kurt was on the sofa, and everyone was sitting around with a sorrowed look on their face. The room went silent when the boys walked in and Mrs. Lynn motioned for the boys to take a seat.
"I just don't see what can be done right now," Kurt exclaimed.
"Come on…you're good, most times, at being sneaky and devious and underhanded Captain Homo…I'm sure you can think of something," Santana demanded.
"What's going on? Why does anyone have to be sneaky, devious, or underhanded. What could have possibly happened in just a few days that is so disastrous," Blaine asked in confusion?
"It's a long story," Jake mumbled.
"Well we've got to know what's going on before we can help," Sam replied trying to gain information.
"I got fucking expelled from school because one of those football jocks said I sexually harassed him; and grabbed his dick in the showers after practice," Ryder yelled.
"What? Why did you get expelled? Shouldn't there be an investigation," Blaine demanded?
"Principal Figgins said the school has a zero tolerance policy for sexual harassment. It's eliminate then investigate. It's total bullshit. I didn't even shower that day. I just came home," Ryder stated.
"When he told me what happened I called Puck and Puck called these two," Jake explained.
This kind of made Sam feel a little better that Puck called Kurt and not that Santana had invited him. He didn't think that Puck was aware of what transpired between them during the concert trip and so he wouldn't have been doing anything but be trying to help.
"Well, how did all this happen," Blaine asked?
"I went to school, and in third period got called to the principal's office. When I got there my mom was already there and he sat me down and explained what the charges were, expelled me, and had a teacher escort me to my locker to clean it out," Ryder said.
"And he found a nice little piece of mail stuffed inside," Kurt added.
"Nice piece of mail," Blaine questioned.
"Yeah, a note saying one homo down and three to go," Ryder choked out.
"So, not only do we have to figure out a way to get you back in school, but we have to watch our backs too," Sam said.
The rest of the afternoon was catching up about every small and minute detail wrapped around Ryder's expulsion. They had formulated several strategies, but nothing seemed quite right and by the time that everyone disbanded to leave to their own private locations it seemed as if nothing had been accomplished. Everything was wrapped in a nice little package that would keep Ryder from returning to McKinley High School and at least three others knew something was coming up soon for them.
The next morning Ryder's mother contacted several lawyers to see if there was anything that she could get done about getting her son back in school, the police had even came by to question Ryder about the incident, and as it turned out that once a kid is kicked out there isn't much that can be done to get him reinstated outside of the original complaint being dismissed.
Sam and Blaine both had experience in knowing that the school didn't do too much in the form of investigation when it came to certain types of students. They knew that if they didn't do something and do something drastic Ryder would be lost to them forever at McKinley. The two boys knew they had to break out their alter egos so that the Blonde Chameleon and Nightbird would have to save the day.
Together with Santana, because neither wanted to talk to Kurt, they had to hatch a plan to get information about this accusation. The student's name had been left out of the conversation with Ryder and his mom by Principal Figgins, and there was no name put on the note so one of the boys had to break into the principal's office and find the name, the other would have to be lookout and Santana could act as distraction to get everyone out of the office.
Both loomed around the corner from the principal's office waiting on the distraction that Santana had promised.
"What do you think she's going to do," Blaine asked.
"I dunno…but she's got to get rid of Mr. Figgins and the secretary, so it's got to be good," Sam replied.
As the two boys concluded their conversation the fire alarm started to echo down the hall and suddenly the sprinkler system begun to shower the halls.
"What the hell" Sam yelled as he started to run towards the door of the school.
"NO, that's the distraction. Not exactly subtle, but more Santana," Blaine explained.
They waited for everyone to vacate the building and watched as Principal Figgins and the secretary both scurried outside along with everyone else. The Blonde Chameleon served as lookout while Nightbird scavenged through the Principal's office, since his reading speed and accuracy was better than Blonde Chameleon's, until Nightbird held up a piece of paper in victory. He ran off a copy on the Principal's photocopier and they ran out of the office to join everyone else outside as if nothing had happened.
Later that evening everyone reconvened at Ryder's house to discuss their findings and possibly formulate a plan of attack.
"Okay we got the jerk's name, and it's Tommy Dornton," Blaine read off.
"Tommy Dornton…you mean that no neck Neanderthal that kept trying to grab my ass before I graduated," Santana spat out with a smirk?
"Yeah, that's him. Oh yeah, by the way how'd you get the sprinklers to go off today," Sam asked.
"Set a fire," She replied nonchalantly.
"Uh…yeah…of course," Sam said with a puzzled and concerned look on his face.
"Okay, we know who lied now how do we catch them up in it," Blaine questioned?
"Oh…don't worry…I have a plan boys and Mrs. Lynn," Kurt cooed.
"So…what is it," Sam growled out losing patients with Kurt.
"Here's what we do," Kurt started…
*A/N - I'm very sorry it's been so long since I've posted, but due to some personal issues I've found it difficult to write as well as find time to do so. I hope you can forgive me for the time it's taken, and for the incredibly short chapter that I'm currently giving you. I am working on the next installment which should come in the next day or so. I hope this in some small way makes up for the lapsed time it's taken me to update. Also, I would really appreciate comments and opinions; it helps to tell me the direction to take the story in. Thank you ~ Donitello*