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Chapter 38:
Baker took a few moments before standing and approaching Finn on the bench.
"You said Kurt Hummel didn't ask for the bullying."
Finn frowned.
"Right. He didn't like, go through the halls screaming 'I'm gay', but people knew...and they handled it the way they wanted to."
Baker leaned against the witness stand.
"So he was basically a walking advertisement?"
"No." Finn shook his head. "I mean, he likes fashion, and standing out but -"
Crap. He'd said the wrong thing...he knew it by Mia's face. He could see it on Burt's in the audience.
All he wanted was to just go home and play some Call of Duty.
Or go hang out with Puck.
Anything. He'd give anything to just get out of there. He hadn't felt this uncomfortable since the night he and Quinn had had dinner at her parents' house.
"- he just wanted to be himself." he finished miserably.
Baker was smirking.
Wait. Kurt had said something about him making both him and Blaine look like they'd basically wanted attention and asked to be bullied.
If Mia didn't do something, they were pretty much screwed.
And then Kurt was going to kill him.
"No further questions."
"Mr. Hudson, you may step down. Ms. Thomas, does the State have anymore witnesses?"
"No, Your Honor."
"We are adjourned for the day. Court will reconvene Saturday at one in the afternoon, and the Defense will make their case."
Finn didn't look at Burt at all during the drive home.
Kurt was studying for his History and Pre-calculus exams when he heard the front door open and shut.
He heard something that stunned him: shouting. No, Finn shouting.
Okay so that really shouldn't surprise him, but come on, Finn rarely shouted, unless something seriously pissed him off.
What in the world...? He placed his book carefully on his desk and headed downstairs. Finn, Burt and Carole were in the living room.
"How many times do I have to tell you, you did nothing wrong?" Burt was saying.
"I screwed up!" Finn was yelling. "I wasn't supposed to let him trip me up like that!"
What is he...thought Kurt. Oh. Baker. That's right.
"You told the truth." said Carole calmly. "Finn, he's right, honey -"
"No, Mom! You don't get it!" he groaned and stormed past Kurt, upstairs and into his room. The door slammed shut behind him.
Kurt looked at Burt.
"I'll try talking to him." he said quietly.
Burt nodded and gently pushed his son to the side so he could head to the kitchen.
"Wasn't a good day, was it?" said Kurt softly.
Burt just shook his head.
Kurt had a feeling he would have a lot to relay to Blaine later.
He knocked softly on Finn's door.
No answer.
"Finn? It's me." he pushed his step-brother's door open.
Finn was immersed in his video games.
"You're lucky." Kurt tried. "I mean, that Figgins let you out when it's finals week."
"Yeah, well...it's a criminal trial." snapped Finn.
"Dad said it didn't go well." Kurt eased himself onto the mattress of the jock's bed (after making sure he wasn't sitting on dirty laundry).
"I feel like I screwed up."
Finn's fingers trembled and slowed on the buttons of the controller.
"I feel like if he doesn't get convicted, it's gonna be my fault." he said, "and I'm supposed to look out for you. I told your dad -
Kurt touched his shoulder.
"It's like your mom said - you told the truth. Don't worry about it, alright? You did more than enough for Blaine and I."
Finn surprised him by turning around, getting to his feet, and hugging him tightly.
"Movie later?" asked Kurt. "Or you can try explaining this to me. I still won't understand it."
Finn laughed.
"You will. Trust me bro - not that hard."
"Mark?"
Nick had no idea why he'd even walked up to the teenager after the trial had ended for the day.
He knew Mark had never really liked him, and he was okay with that. He didn't care if Mark looked at him and split from the courthouse.
To his surprise, the boy turned, and his eyes widened.
"Hey Mr. Anderson." he said.
Nick didn't know what else to say.
"Thanks." That sounded lame. Shoot. Oh well...it wasn't like he was good at crap like that anyway. Lack of communication...or whatever you wanted to call it, was pretty much why he and Blaine couldn't get along.
"For?" said Mark, eyebrows shooting upward.
"Doing what you did today." explained Nick.
They were walking out of the court room. Nick thought he saw Burt arguing with his step-son.
"Hey, Blaine deserved it. He's pretty cool for not ending our friendship after what my parents did." Mark shrugged.
Nick frowned.
"How are your parents?" he asked, leaning against a nearby wall.
"Dad's in jail, Mom's on probation." said Mark shortly. "Can I ask you something?"
Nick nodded.
"Why haven't you accepted Blaine's sexuality?" he asked.
"It's..." Nick didn't know how to answer him. "I don't want it to be real." he whispered finally.
He hated the look on Mark's face as those words left his mouth.
"You haven't changed since I saw you last." he said simply, and walked off.
"Blaine pay attention!"
He flinched and looked at David.
"Huh? Sorry..."
David rolled his eyes.
"Stop checking your phone." he said as he flipped through the junior's Spanish notebook.
Five minutes later, his phone vibrated.
"Hello?" he said.
Blaine? It's Mark. I kinda need to talk to you.
So what'd you all think? No flames please!