AN: I'm so sorry for such a late update! I forgot to mention in the last chapter that I was going on holiday. Then as soon as I got back I had to get my exam results so there were celebrations with family and friends, then I was house sitting for a few days and looking after pets and people and only getting 5 hours of sleep every night! Today is literally the first evening I've had to myself. And I won't have many after this because I'm starting 6th form in just over a week.

By the way, who else saw the glee fashion night video. I spent about five mintutes replying that look between Kurt and Blaine. If you've seen it you'll know what I'm talking about!

Anyway, mini rant over, I hope you like the chapter :).

Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee.

Chapter Thirty Five

Wes rushed through the crowded hallways of Dalton Academy, clutching at a newspaper, which had become crumpled from being repeatedly crushed under tensing hands. The other students cowered away from the storming warbler as he charged past them into the choir room, shoving the double doors open with such force it shook the feeble hinges. David and Thad were already there, conversing quietly, both looking equally forlorn.

He hurried over to the main desk and slammed the paper down, open on the offending page, his normally composed face warped with fury. The headline screamed Delinquent son unleashes unlawful attack on distraught parents.

"Have you seen this?" He demanded, not bothering with formalities. The two boys exchanged nervous glances before nodding at him seriously.

"My mum called me this morning. Apparently it's been all over the news, so the entire school probably knows as well." David grimaced. The Asian boy exhaled angrily and flopped down into the seat next to his best friend.

"It's not true thought, is it?" Thad asked meekly. Wes turned and glared at him like he was moronic.

"Of course not! Its complete bullshit. Blaine would never do anything to jeopardise what he's got with Kurt, especially with the kid on the way. You seriously think he would be that stupid to-"

The dark haired boy threw up his hands in defence. "Alright! I was just wondering."

The three council members sat in silence for a while, each one deep in thought. After a while, Wes asked the question they were all thinking.

"Why would his parents say this?"

"It couldn't have been his mom, they've been trying to rebuild the relationship, I was talking to Blaine last week and he told me. I wouldn't put it past his father though..." David said thoughtfully, his eyes catching Wes's as they grimaced. After knowing Blaine the longest, they knew all too well about how Darryl Anderson felt about his only son and his "chosen" lifestyle.

"I knew the guy was pissed off about Blaine and Kurt getting together, but this is just… messed up!" Thad exclaimed, leaning back in his chair. "Why would you get your kid sent to jail just because he likes dudes?"

"Because he's a twisted psychopath! How could Blaine's mom let this happen?"

David reached out a hand and patted Wes's arm, trying to calm down his increasingly frustrated friend. "I don' think we know enough to go around pointing fingers just yet." He said soothingly.

"Then we should investigate." The other boys looked doubtfully at Wes's excited expression. "Come on! We're not breaking the law or anything. We just need to find out what's going on, and then maybe we can help get Blaine out of this mess."

They sat thoughtfully for a second, before giving in, slowly nodding to show their approval. If it was a way that they could help out their friend, then they were all for it, no matter what the cost.

"So… what do we do?" David asked.

"Easy." He smirked, a plan unfurling in his mind. "We go and talk to his dad."

From the moment Kurt had switched on the news that morning, he knew it was going to be a pretty terrible day. It wasn't like he expected any less from the people in this cow town. A scandal involving a high society powerful businessman and his supposedly dangerous son, it was every gossip mongers dream!

Later that morning, as he walked into McKinley with Finn, he half expected Jacob Ben Israel to come out from nowhere and approach him for details, shoving that tacky microphone of his into Kurts face. But, to his surprise, no one said a word to them, not even any of the Neanderthals. They just stared at him sympathetically. In some ways it was even worse.

"Just ignore them." Finn whispered to him as they strolled past the groups of students. The news was spreading like wildfire all around them, even as they walked to Glee.

"I feel like the main attraction at a circus." He said bitterly. Before him, a girl he'd never spoken to was staring at him, alternating her looks between the crowds and Kurts face. She looked utterly bemused. Eventually, an equally unfamiliar girl approached her and they spoke quietly. Both of them turned and watched as Kurt and Finn passed them. Now they both looked compassionate, if not a little amused.

Finn saw this exchange to, and dragged Kurt away quickly. "You've dealt with the stares before, so you can do it again." he said with such resolve. The younger boy simply scoffed quietly.

"Never like this."

The stares never ceased, not even when they entered the choir room. Except in there, the students looked genuinely torn apart for the countertenor. All pairs of eyes followed them as they walked slowly into the centre of the room.

"Kurt…I don't know what to say." Rachel sighed, looking like she wanted to embrace him but decided against it. The boy frowned at her, resisting the building urge to cry out.

"Please don't tell me you're sorry, he's not dead, he's just…" he couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence, instead trailing off into nothing. Keeping his eyes firmly glued to the ground, he skirted around the diva and took his usual seat.

Glee rehearsal was a complete disaster. Mr Shue tried his hardest to get the team to co-operate, but distractions were buzzing in the air, like flies. Everyones minds were stuck on their missing member, so there was just no room for choreography or song lyrics at the moment. In the end, he to gave up and sat down heavily in an empty seat, where he stayed for the remainder of the lesson.

As the clock eventually chimed 4:30, the group started to file out silently, apart from the odd embarrassed apology to Kurt, which fell upon deaf ears.

The countertenor stood up and slipped his satchel over his head. Before he could make for the doorway, a voice halted him. "Kurt, wait!"

Quinn was a few metres in front of him, after running back into the room. She strolled casually over to him and Finn, who was waiting for his brother so they could drive home. The taller boy shot Kurt a quick look, and walked out, leaving him with the former cheerleader. Things were still pretty tense between the two of them since their break up last year.

"Yes?" Kurt attempted to sound nonchalant, but it just turned out weary. Quinn sighed and grabbed of his hands. The boy looked down at them, surprised, but made no attempt to move away.

"I understand Kurt." She said softly, glancing behind her as though scared someone was about to walk in on them. "Maybe our situations are identical but they're pretty similar." She gave a humourless laugh as the boy glared at her disbelievingly.

"Okay, I'm going to be honest with you." He sighed, his eyes boring into hers. "I-I don't know I'm supposed to deal with this, how I'm supposed to feel."

Quinn watched him with an gaping mouth as he spoke in a ragged voice. He looked so close to breaking point, even worse then he did after all the bullying from Karofsky."The looks I get from my clothes, the comments about my voice, taunts from people in the street, I can handle that. I've been doing it my entire life. Heck, I'm even used to the disgusted looks from being pregnant. But all this… it's completely foreign. Everyones treating me with kid gloves, like they're afraid if they touch me I'll shatter. It's like I'm branded, as the gay kid who's carrying a criminal's baby. Sounds like a recipe for disaster, doesn't it?"

"Come on, Blaine's going to be out before you know it!" Quinn's voice was positive and upbeat, a contrast to his cynical tones.

Kurt scoffed angrily, glancing down at the floor. "Somehow I don't think it's going to be that simple."

The blonde girl said nothing, dropping his hand like it was scalding and looking away guiltily. "What did you want Quinn?"

"I guess I wanted to say that…if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you." "No really!" she said as he snorted at her choice of words. "I've gone through pregnancy alone and-"

"I'm not alone!" he snapped.

"You know what I mean. I just wanted to say that I get how you feel."

With those words, she left, turning on her heel and hurrying out the room without sparing a glance behind her. Kurt frowned in her direction, before shrugging it off and making for the parking lot, where Finn was waiting for him.

Blaine sat in the juvie councillor's office, clamping a hand over his mouth in an attempt to stifle a yawn. He leaned back on the chair he sat in and exhaled loudly, a finger grazing over a slight bruise underneath his left eye. He'd gotton it that morning, straight after breakfast. The guy had sworn it was an accident, but Blaine didn't believe it for a second. Why would your elbow be so high in the air like that for no apparent reason? A loud, deliberate cough brought his attention back to the councillor.

"Blaine are you listening to me?" The boy nodded, trying to focus of what she was saying as she droned on, catching snippets of words such as unaccepting and revenge. He bit his lip, so fiercely he tasted the coppery tang of blood, to stop himself from screaming profanities at her.

She was insufferable, the councillor. A dreary middle aged woman with a greying bob haircut and heavy makeup. Kurt would have had a fit at her clothing, an ill-fitting pale cream suit which exposed far too much of her stumpy legs to be deemed appropriate, and a pair of clogs in a hideous shade of maroon.

However, it was her smirk which really aggravated Blaine, that patronizing air she gave off as she spoke to him like he was an misbehaving toddler and about to hit her round the face with the closest possible object. Which he very nearly was.

It was alright for her, after this she would no doubt be going home to her husband, and her kids. There was a picture of them on her desk, a typical family photo in a tacky glass frame. A mother, a father, a boy and a girl, all smiling into the camera, looking sickeningly prim and proper. Blaine tried his hardest not to scowl at the sight. She didn't seem to have a trouble in the world, yet here she was trying to convince him that she understood how her felt and what he was going through. She didn't have the faintest clue.

After her many attempts of trying to get through to him, and his retorts of explaining that he was innocent, Blaine subsequently stormed out of the room, his feet pummelling at the ground as he sped down the hallways he already knew so well. There was a communal phone near his room, and he silently prayed it was unoccupied.

Spotting the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to it, dodging around a group of tough looking lads, keeping his head down. After catching the dangling phone, he pulled it as far as it would allow away from the crowds and punched in series of numbers.

"Hello?"

"B-Burt? It's me, Blaine." he couldn't keep the stutter from his voice as he heard the older man's familiar tones. A slight gasp sounded through the receiver before he heard the voice again

"Oh my god! H-how are you son?"

"I'm… still here." He tried to jest, but heard no laughter in return. "I'm not going to lie to you, it's not been easy. But I'm keeping my head down, keeping quiet, so I should be fine." He fingered his bruise as he said this, pondering whether or not to say anything. In the end he decided against it.

"Does anyone know…about you?"

Blaine paused slightly before answering. "No, I thought it was best if I didn't say anything."

"You do what you think is best." Burt said carefully. In the background, Blaine could hear the tell-tale signs of somewhere shuffling around on the couch. No doubt they were all crowded round the phone, listening to their conversation.

"How s everyone, Finn and Carole?"

"They're okay, mostly everyones just worried about you."

"How's Kurt?" He asked after a pause. His heart plummeted to his feet as he heard his boyfriend's dad sigh loudly.

"Honestly son, he's not good."

"I'm so s-sorry a-about this Burt." Blaine pressed a hand to his face in anguish, trying to cover up his emotion. He really didn't need any of the other inmates 'sympathy'. A few tears fell, which he swiped away lightning fast.

"Hey! Don't you dare apologise, none of this is your fault! Okay?"

Blaine didn't bother replying. He slammed his back into the cold wall beside him and looked skywards, desperately willing himself to calm down.

Burt, pretending he couldn't hear the tiny gasps from the boy, carried on speaking. "Have you got yourself a good lawyer?"

Blaine nodded, before remembering that Burt couldn't see him.

"Umm, yeah. I called a friends dad and he said he'd be happy to help." He was a little surprised when Jeff's dad agreed to take the case. No doubt it would cause a rift between the two families, not to mention it may cause problems with the other warbler's parents as well. But as Mr Sterling had assured him, he never could stand Blaine's dad to begin with. They'd had a meeting earlier that day and, even with the man's extensive experience, it was going to be a tough case.

"Is he decent?"

"He's one of the best lawyers in the state! But…"

"But what?" Burt asked hesitantly.

"Even he's said it doesn't look good for me." Blaine admitted. "Could you…not tell Kurt any of this? I really don't want to worry him; it's not good for him."

"If you want kiddo, but he's going to want to know sometime."

"I know, I just have to figure out what to say first. C-Can I talk to him?"

The man didn't say anything else. Blaine heard a little rusting over the other end, before an angelic voice rang swiftly into his ears, causing his mood to brighten immediately.

"Hey you." He whispered tenderly.

"Hey." Silence overtook them as they tried to think of something, anything to say to each other. For once in their relationship, they were both speechless.

"Kurt, are you still there?" Blaine asked eventually, after the quiet became too much.

"Yeah, sorry I'm just a bit…"

"I know. How are you? How's our little girl?"

They talked for as long as they could, about trivial matters, what was on TV and the latest gossip in the glee club. Kurt described the latest issue of Vogue to him, and Blaine informed him on the councillor's outfit, laughing as his boyfriend audibly gasped. He laughed even harder when the very same women walked briskly past him, scowling. All too soon, another guy came up behind him, looking at the phone pointedly.

"I have to go now babe." He said reluctantly. On the other end, Kurt whined sadly.

"Okay, I'll come and visit you sometime this weekend-"

"No!" He cried without thinking. Kurts breath faltered, and he pinched himself angrily for being so uprupt.

"W-What? D-Don't you want to see me?"

"Of course I do, b-but…. I want to keep a low profile so it's probably best if no one here knows about you." Or the baby.

"O-Oh. Okay, I guess I talk to you soon." Kurt's voice sounded so distraught but Blaine knew it was best, for both their sakes. It was what he had to keep telling himself. It was all that kept him going.

"I love you." He said fiercely, determined to make his boyfriend believe him, to understand why he was doing this.

After a slight pause Kurt replied to him. "Love you to."

Kurt put the phone down in a slight daze. He reclined back on the sofa, trying to get his head around what Blaine had just told him. He didn't want to see Kurt? It didn't make any sense, Blaine was never embarrassed about their relationship, and he was always the one who said that they should have pride in who they were. So why did that change now?

"What's happened?" Finn stood up from the armchair he sat on and joined Kurt on the couch. "Is Blaine okay?"

Kurt nodded slowly. "Yeah, he's f-fine." He sipped at a cup of water next him, trying to avoid Finns worried gaze.

"So what's up, apart from the…obvious."

Kurt turned to face his brother, absentl mindedly stroking his stomach gently, searching for a little bit of comfort. "He doesn't want me to visit him. Says he wants to lay low."

"It makes sense." Finn nodded, his lips pursed slightly. The shorter boy turned to glare at him, his voice high with frustration.

"But once the trial starts, it's all going to come out anyway, so what's the point!"

Finn didn't have an answer for this. Dejectedly, they lent back in unison. "I'll go visit him if you want. I know it's not like going yourself but at least he'll get to see a friendly face." Finn offered kindly. To his relief, the other boy looked pretty happy with his suggestion.

"Thanks Finn, I'm sure he'd like that."

"Anytime."

The boy stood up and wandered out of the room, probably up to his room. Finn watch his brother walk away, thinking intently. Eventually he grabbed the phone Kurt was using and held it to his ear.

"Puck? Hey dude, it's Finn. Listen, I need a favour…"

AN: Not the strongest ending but I wasn't sure how to end it. Anyway, I'll try and get another update out soon. Review if you have the time :)