Chapter 18
To Depose and Dispose of a Weasel
"Hey Anderson," Burt said, giving Blaine a tight hug immediately as Blaine stepped into The Hummel's living room. "Dinner will be ready in a little while. Carole already took the turkey out of the oven, and Kurt's just finishing some fancy truffle thing."
"It's a trifle, dad. It's a sponge cake with fruit that has all of these layers of custard and preserves. It's delicious, but don't worry. It's a low fat, low sodium recipe." Kurt called from the kitchen.
"He's supposed to be resting. What's he doing in the kitchen?" Blaine asked, making his way swiftly into the kitchen to see Kurt sitting at the table, his injured foot propped up on a chair, as he and Carole topped the dessert with berries.
"I am resting, Captain McWorryPants. I'm fine." Kurt smiled. "Carole won't even let me out of the chair unless I have to pee. She wouldn't even let me baste the turkey," he said with a playful pout, "Good thing I know that she won't let it go dry. How was your flight?"
Blaine leaned down to give Kurt a quick kiss. "It was long. You know how I hate to fly, and there was this screaming baby a few seats behind me, but I had my audiobook to drown everything out. All in all, it wasn't so bad. Plus, my favorite author updated, so I got to catch up on a few chapters," Blaine said with a wink.
"How did it go with the rest of the vendors and businesses? Were you able to find someone to make the cake so close to the date?" Kurt questioned as he continued layering the dessert he was making.
"Surprisingly, yes, thanks to Isabelle. That woman is extremely connected and highly respected. She called in some favors. The bakery even said to not worry about the cost. He said it was on the house. Apparently, he's a fan of the show and he owes Isabelle a favor," Blaine smiled widely. "Actually, it was the same way with the florist. And you already lined up a photographer. It's all falling into place."
"That's amazing, babe," Kurt replied as he topped the dessert off with whipped cream. "Now, we just need to get a minister."
Burt cleared his throat. "Um, son. That's a pretty big piece missing from the puzzle. Do you have anyone in mind?"
Kurt nodded. "I have the perfect person in mind. Dad, I'd like you to do it?"
"Like me to do what?" Burt asked, slightly raising his cap off of his bald head so he could scratch it.
"The ceremony. Marry us," Kurt answered matter of factly.
"Wait, me? But wouldn't you prefer someone who's actually experienced with this kind of thing? You've been planning this day since you were five. And you know how I am with words. I'm not sure that anything I would have to say would be special enough for what you two have planned. Besides, don't you have to be ordained or something?"
Kurt shook his head. "Anyone can get ordained on the internet. I checked it out. You can do it in fifteen minutes. And as for not being special, no one has supported me like you have. Actually, if it weren't for you and the time you served in congress, I may not even have the right to get married. And you've been so supportive of Blaine, accepting him into our family and making him feel even more welcome than he does even in his own home. They don't even know that he's in Ohio right now." Blaine nodded in agreement. "There's no one better to do this than you, dad.
Burt's eyes started to water. He swiped his hand at the bottom of his eyelid in an attempt to hide the tears that were threatening to fall. "Ok. If you'd really like me to, of course, I'll do it. But when's the rehearsal dinner? I'll need to see if I can get a flight. Burt sighed. "That'll be a nightmare, this close to the wedding date."
"No it won't," Kurt grinned at his father. "Blaine, you got them, right?"
Blaine nodded. "We already got you and Carole tickets. We booked you a hotel room as well but you are more than welcome to stay with us if you'd prefer."
"We'd hate to impose on you two," Carole began.
"Actually, Lauren would prefer that you two stay with us so that they can be on your detail too, even though I think all this security stuff is a little silly now that they caught Eli." Kurt said.
"I thought there was more than one guy," Burt interrupted.
"There might be," Blaine replied. "Lauren says that the evidence points to two or three culprits."
"Is it safe for you guys to be doing this in New York, in such an unsecured place?" Burt questioned, the worry evident in his expression.
"The theater is secure, dad. Lauren hired their ushers and guards for the ceremony, and all of her crew will be working on the night of the rehearsal dinner and the wedding. There's no reason to be concerned. However, we do need to talk to you about the rehearsal dinner."
"Sure, what do you want me to say?"
"More like, what do we want you to do?" Kurt said with a small smile.
"Blaine, honey, are you alright?" Kurt asked, squeezing his hand as Blaine's knee finally stopped shaking. "Is it the flight?"
"No," Blaine said as he laid his head back on the tiny pillow. "It's everything else. The wedding, the depositions, the trial. Everything's coming down to the wire. I'm kinda terrified."
"The wedding is ready, Blaine. Between you, me, and Isabelle, there won't be a thing out of place. Our tuxes are ready. The cake will be perfect. The roses will be beautiful, as will the Lilies. Blaine, everything will be perfect."
"But what if Blainiac gets in and-?"
"I knew this was about him," Kurt sighed. "Or them, whoever they are or however many of them there are. Listen." Kurt took Blaine's other hand in his. "We decided that this was the best way to fight back, to show him, or them, that they can't touch us, or what we have."
"I know. And I want that to be true. But Kurt, you have a broken ankle. And these people haven't stopped. Lauren and Puck still don't know who they are. And you matter too much to me for me to allow something to happen to you."
"You matter to me too, Blaine. More than anything. But I trust Lauren, Puck, and the rest of their team. And I trust us. And I know that we're meant to be together, so I'll fight for us, whatever it takes so that I can call myself Kurt Anderson-Hummel for the rest of eternity, ok."
"I thought we decided on Hummel-Anderson," Blaine said with a small smile.
"We did no such thing. Anderson comes first in the alphabet, and it sounds more professional. Plus, you're a celebrity. I want you to keep your name."
"You have almost as many followers on Twitter and Tumblr as I do," Blaine chuckled.
"True," Kurt laughed. "But I like Anderson-Hummel, and I already applied for the documents for the name change, so there's no changing it now," Kurt teased.
"So it's gonna be ok?"
"It'll be better than ok." Kurt assured him. "Now, get some sleep. We have a long day of wedding planning tomorrow and then back-to-back depositions this week with none other than the weasel himself." Kurt said with a smile as he watched his soon-to-be-husband tug his blanket into place and adjust his pillow slightly before allowing his eyes to close.
"I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too, Blaine. Don't worry. It'll be perfect," he said lovingly, even though his own stomach felt like it was tied in knots.
"So is your dad on board?" Nick questioned as his eyes skirted around the vast theater, his eyes wide in amazement as he checked out the venue where everything would take place in less than a week's time. "Yep," Kurt smiled. He'll do it. We've already booked his flight. He'll be here a few hours before the rehearsal dinner next Friday.
"That's amazing. With everything that you guys have told us about him, he'll be the perfect officiant. He's an icon for gay rights." Jeff said, looking around with the same sense of wonderment that his boyfriend had. "I can't believe you guys secured this place. It's gorgeous."
"Don't look at me," Blaine said. "It was this guy right here," he said, giving Kurt a quick peck on the lips.
Kurt accepted the kiss, but then shook his head to disagree. "Actually, it was Isabelle Wright. When that woman calls for a favor, people don't tend to say no. Isabelle is a big patron of the arts, and I guess they don't want to lose her support," the brunette explained. "So, what do you think about my idea about having the curtain closed and then opening them like they would for a show."
"I think it's genius," Jeff replied, grinning at his two friends. "And entering from opposite sides of the stage and meeting in the middle. I like the symbolism of it all," the blonde said, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. "Was that your original plan for the theater in Ohio?"
"No. Actually, Lauren suggested the plan. She said it would be a lot safer. It'd keep some distance between the guests and us, you know, in case Blainiac decides to strike," Kurt explained, sighing heavily.
"You think he's gonna strike at the wedding?" Nick asked, staring intently at the two fiances.
"It's a possibility," Blaine sighed. "Lauren and Puck just want us to be safe, but I really hate this. I don't like the idea of some crazy lunatic dictating our wedding. What about you guys? Don't think that I didn't notice the rings."
"You didn't, Kurt teased. "At least, not until I pointed them out. Who asked who?"
Jeff grinned wildly. "That would be me, at Thanksgiving, when we were at my family's house. It seemed to be the perfect moment. Everyone was going around the table discussing what and who they were thankful for. I couldn't think of anything or anyone that I was more thankful for than this guy here," he said, leaning in and stealing a kiss.
"He beat me to it. I've been carrying the ring around for two weeks, but the right moment just didn't come together. I was going to ask him as soon as they got to me, but his turn came up first," Nick playfully pouted, ruffling Jeff's hair and kissing his nose.
"Well, then I lost that bet. I was sure that it'd be you who'd pop the question first" Blaine laughed. "I told Kurt that I was with you when you bought the ring. So, when's the big day?" Blaine asked, turning his head to face his two best friends.
"Not soon enough," Jeff blurted, taking his finance's hand in his and interlinking their fingers together.
"Wish it was yesterday," Nick said at the same time. "But weddings take a lot of planning. You guys know what I mean. I don't know how you're gonna get everything put together in a week and a half."
"It helps that we have friends that want to help. Artie's gonna film it. Chandler volunteered to take the pictures. Isabelle hired the same caterers she uses for big events. And of course, Rachel and Cooper both volunteered to entertain the crowd," Blaine explained.
"Cooper," Nick laughed. "You know, I kinda miss him, now that he's not holdin' up production. When does he arrive back in town?"
Blaine sighed and shook his head. "Tomorrow. He's got the deposition for the trial and he's got to get his tux fitted and all of that."
"Maybe we can all have lunch," Nick suggested.
"Sure. I need to run it by Lauren first," Kurt replied. "Jake," he called out to his normal bodyguard's brother. "Can you check with Lauren if they can get us into Roberta's?"
"Oh God, yes! I love their Normcore," Jeff exclaimed. "But they're a little pricey."
Blaine smiled. "Our treat. We have an engagement to celebrate, and I want to hear all of the details."
"So your dad's up to speed with everything," Lauren questioned as she sat down at the beautiful mahogany table in Wes' office across from Kurt and Blaine.
Kurt nodded as Quinn and Tina took a seat at the large table as well. "Yeah, he finally let us talk him into it. He got ordained before we left. And he and Carole will arrive at the airport next Friday morning. I already got his suit tailored, so we're all set."
"Did he agree to stay at your place or did he decide to book a hotel room?" Quinn questioned, giggling.
"He and Carole decided that the room would be best, even though I insisted that he stay with us."
Lauren laughed. "Poor guy. Can't really say that I blame him after he walked in on you guys the other day. Doin' the dirty in your dad's own house."
Kurt blushed bright red. "It was Blaine's fault. He said he always dreamed of having sex in his childhood bed. Since that isn't possible because his parent's converted his room into a home office, we had to settle for mine."
Wes cleared his throat as he and David walked through the door. "Although I do want to catch up on the festivities, there is a reason I asked everyone to come in early today. I had some concerns about the wedding and the upcoming trial. You all know that we filed multiple motions to speed up this trial so that we can get it all behind us. Unfortunately, Mr. Smythe Sr. is pretty masterful in burying us in paperwork to the point that there was no way that we'd be ready for the trial before the wedding. On top of that, tracking down potential witnesses has been a nightmare."
"But wait! You disposed of pretty much everyone in the cast, including Cooper and Santana," Blaine stated nervously, his leg bouncing under the table. Kurt gently squeezed his thigh to help calm his nerves and laced their fingers together, their hands coming to rest on top of Blaine's wide armrest of the chair. "How did that go?"
David chuckled. "It was interesting, but I think it'll be fine. Cooper didn't really know a lot. He was just a victim of Sebastian's manipulation. I think that we can keep his testimony relatively painless."
"Well, mostly, if he would refrain from trying to jab me in the retina," Wes chuckled. "He still hasn't changed his stance on pointing."
Kurt and Blaine both chuckled as Blaine took a sip from his coffee. "So, who does that leave, besides Sebastian himself?"
Wes smiled. "Sue Slyvester."
"Oh, did she agree to testify on Blaine's behalf," Kurt asked.
Wes' gaze dropped to the table. "Unfortunately, no. We were unable to track her down for a while. We just got word while you were in Ohio that we would be deposing her. We were quite surprised. She's actually a key witness on the plaintiff's side."
Kurt's mouth gaped open in shock. "Oh God, are you serious? This is a disaster! Do you have any clue how insane that woman is? And now she's partnered with Sebastian!"
Wes, Thad, and David all stared at each other in surprise. "Wait, you know Sue Slyvester?" David remarked.
"Of course. He took my spot on Cheerios our sophomore year. He was quite good, actually." Quinn replied, "although I didn't like that you took my spot."
"You were a cheerleader?" Wes exclaimed.
"Yes. I even helped us win Nationals that year. I sang a Celine Dion medley in perfect French."
"Blaine, were you aware of this?' David asked.
Blaine blushed. "I might've stumbled upon the video once or twice, or a couple of dozen times. Although, I prefer the live show since Kurt brought his old uniform home and gave me a private performance."
"If Santana were here right now, she'd totally be saying "wanky." Lauren quipped.
"Lauren, we told you that you didn't have to be here for all of the depositions, just the ones where the person being interviewed is suspected of being one of the Blainiacs," Wes said with a smile.
"Hence, the reason I'm here," Lauren deadpanned.
"Wait, Sue Slyvester is a suspect for Blainiac?" Kurt blurted, and then his face grew wildly calm. "Actually, I'm not surprised that you'd suspect her. She's the definition of batshit crazy."
Blaine nodded his head in agreement. "She was a little unhinged. Especially when she was fired. The rest of the cast said she went on a rampage and destroyed half of the set before they were able to escort her off the premises."
"I'm afraid that she's a little more than unhinged," Quinn added. "She would put Visine in our protein shakes to make us vomit when she thought we were looking a little portly. And she tripped a rival show choir's teacher down the stairs, more than on one occasion. Not to mention, that she was fired for endangering the lives of her cheerleaders on more than one occasion."
Kurt nodded. "I remember. But what does all of this have to do with Blaine and me."
Tina sighed. "We confiscated her hard drive from the computer at the studio. We were trying to find evidence that she stole your story, Kurt, but most of those files were erased. However, we were able to recover a journal, and the contents were disturbing to say in the least."
"Disturbing in what sense?" Blaine questioned, turning his eyes to Lauren. "Is she one of the people threatening Kurt? Is she Blainiac?"
"At first, we thought it was a possibility. We found entries that detail Mr. Remington giving her Kurt's stories and an admission that she used them in the mid-season finale."
"That's great!" Blaine exclaimed. "We can use that right?"
"No," Wes said, shaking his head. "Because the journal is not admissible right now. It's also anything but reliable. Actually, it's the most disturbing thing I've ever read, and I had to read American Psycho in college. This lady is absolutely insane. And she's quite enamored by Kurt, or as she calls him, her fair Porcelain."
"Wait, I'm really confused," Blaine said, rubbing his forehead. "What do you mean that she enamored by Kurt?"
"Apparently, she's been following you for a long time, Kurt," Lauren explained. "She's subscribed to your stories on the Fanfiction website shortly after you began publishing. She's Jigsaw Sue.
Kurt's mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh my God! I had to block her on the Fanfiction site and Tumblr because she kept sending me weird reviews and messages, asking for more smut. I think that she started writing her own. They were pretty disturbing. Although knowing that it's Sue Slyvester, it all makes sense."
Lauren continued. "Well, anyway, once Kurt blocked her on the fanfiction site, she must've started searching for him on other sites. It seems as though she stumbled upon your Tumblr page, Kurt, and she's been following you on there for quite some time."
"Oh God! I didn't even notice. I started getting so many followers that I didn't really pay attention to what their names were," Kurt explained. "But I don't think I had to report anyone by that name on Tumblr."
"No, that's because she kept a low profile. She basically just reblogs a lot of your posts, especially your story.
"Wait, it sounds like she's a fan. Why is she a suspect?" Blaine questioned as he fiddled with a loose curl.
"Because she loathes you, Blaine," Lauren replied. "We found tons of reblogs and comments on other pages, namely anti-Blaine pages, including the main Blainiac Page. We think that she posted on the Blainiac and other anti-Blaine pages on more than one occasion, with an alias"
"Wait! Anti-Blaine! I thought the Blainiacs were a fan group," Blaine asked, his eyebrows knitting in confusion.
"A very twisted fan group. Yes, most of them are your fans or fans of Shane and their twisted fusion of you and the character that you play. Unfortunately, You know how some fans are. And you know how Tumblr is as well. People visit fan pages so that they can troll them because Tumblr isn't really regulated and they can pretty much post anything without having proof or consequences for doing so. It's a hell site." Lauren explained.
"I was kinda shocked by the whole thing," Tina added. "I mean, who could hate Blaine, with his adorable butt and his angelic smile."
Kurt gave Tina his bitch glare and wrapped his arm protectively around Blaine's shoulder.
"Um, thank you," Blaine said, glancing awkwardly at Tina and shaking his head.
Lauren sighed. "Unfortunately, Blaine, you do have some haters on the site because some people hate that you aren't in a real relationship with Sam. Some people think that you cheated on Sam with Kurt, and some people believe that your relationship with Kurt is staged to hide your real relationship with Sam."
"That's nuts," Blaine blurted. "Why the hell would I stage a relationship with Kurt? Sam and I have both said repeatedly that Sam is straight and that we're just really good friends."
Wes cleared his throat. "Um, I hate to admit this, but there were some Warblers that thought you and Sam were a couple when we were at Dalton, as close as you two were."
"We were roommates. Of course, we were close." Blaine countered. "Sam helped me pick up the pieces after everything that Sebastian did. I do admit that I did have a crush on him for a little while after he first started at Dalton, but I got over it pretty quickly once I saw what a slob he was."
David nodded. "Yeah we stopped speculating for a while, but then, you two moved to New York together, shared an apartment, and played lovers on a tv series. Some of your scenes are pretty intimate," David added. "I've seen the show. You two have amazing chemistry. I hate to admit that I was a little heartbroken when Cam and Shane split."
Wes chuckled. "Admit it. You bawled like a baby. I wish Celeste had recorded it. She said it was adorable. She said you didn't even sob like that when your dog, Buddy, died."
"Shut up," David muttered. "They're soulmates."
"Before I met you, I thought it was a possibility that you and Sam were a couple. You even called him your BF in your messages." Kurt added. "You two are freakishly close. And I've seen the posts on Tumblr. I followed Sam's page, and some of his followers were hardcore Blam shippers. Remember when JBI even posted pictures of you two canoodling in your Prius. I was sure it was real."
"Saps," Lauren said, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, back on topic. This Slyvester lady is bat-shit crazy, and she's a suspect, even though the profile doesn't really fit her."
"What do you mean that the profile doesn't fit her?" Kurt asked, cocking his head sideways.
Lauren sighed. "As I said, she has a fixation with you, Kurt. Our main suspect clearly feels threatened by you because of his or her obsession with Blaine, and because of that, he or she wants to bring you harm. However, this Sue character seems to be protective toward you. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't like the thought of you two together," she said, pointing blatantly at Blaine, "and she has talked about all these crazy scenarios to get you out of the picture, but that's because she doesn't think that you're good enough for her sweet Porcelain. The Blainiacs, on the other hand, want to bring physical harm to Kurt. He or she loathes you so much that there are clear threats posted on this page."
Blaine gulped. "So Sue isn't Blainiac. But I don't understand why she's on Sebastian's side if she loves Kurt so much.
"Like I said, she hates you, Blaine. Especially after you got her fired. She went from being a head-writer on a top-rated show to a scorned writer accused of plagiarism. She couldn't get a writing job now if she tried. You should see some of her rants about you in her journal. I hope you wore a cup today," Lauren deadpanned. "She's out for blood, hence the reason I'm here."
Wes nodded. "I concur. However, Sebastian's legal team and Ms. Slyvester will be here shortly, so let's go over some things before the deposition begins. Blaine, Kurt. You two are allowed to be for the depositions, as you have been for the others, but it's not required. Do you want to be here?" Wes asked.
Both men nodded, but Kurt cleared his throat, his hesitance obvious. Quinn handed him a bottle of water and Blaine squeezed his hand and smiled softly.
Wes continued. "Ok, so basic ground rules. Once the questioning starts, the counselors and I should be the only ones that address the witness. If anything is said that causes you concern, you can tell me, and I can question the witness. That should help things go smoother, especially if this witness is as unhinged as you say she is."
"Unhinged?" The door burst open as Sue stood in front of them with her hands perched on her hips. "Why, Porcelain, I thought we were allies, and here you are, listening as this BTS boyband look-a-like sullies my good name."
Kurt's head jerked around in surprise, first to Sue and then to Blaine, his eyebrows arching in confusion and his mouth slightly agape as if to say, what the hell.
"Mrs. Sylvester, I'm Mr. Anderson's and Mr. Hummel's attorney, Mr. Montgomery. I'd like to remind you that any questions or comments should be addressed to me or my co-counsel and not to my clients."
"And why the hell not? How can I not address your clients, when that one," she said, pointing to Kurt, "Insists on sitting there wearing what I can describe as some mix between a clown costume that had been upchucked on by truckload of clowns and some sad persian rug that Goodwill couldn't even give away. Why, I'd be doing a disservice to the people of New York if I didn't even try to question his sanity after he intentionally walked out of whatever dumpster he's been fishing himself out of these days. How have you been, Porcelain?"
Kurt just shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes as Sue and her counsel, including Sebastian, entered the room. Wes, Quinn, and David shook their hands as the legal team, Sebastian, and their witness shook hands and found seats. It was going to be a hell of a day.
As Kurt had feared, yesterday's deposition was hell, and today's was going to be worse because they were deposing Sebastian Smythe, aka Satan himself.
Blaine's hands were shaking and his breathing was quick and shallow, as if he were one breath away from a panic attack, and Kurt could tell that wasn't too far from occurring. Kurt took Blaine's hands in his and his eyes met his fiance's, trying to give him reassurance through just his gaze and touch. It wasn't working. "Blaine, it's going to be ok, '' he said softly.
Blaine shook his head no, his eyes dropping down to the floor. "No, it won't. Not If Sue spews all of those lies on the stand and pairs it with all those documents she has, we're going to lose. Not to mention the way that Sebastian will twist all of this."
Wes shook his head and touched Blaine's hand in reassurance. Blaine lifted his head and his eyes met his friend's. "Have some faith in me and the justice system. She's lying through her teeth, and those documents are falsified and we all know it. Not to mention, we're deep in this. We've put a lot of time and energy into this case. We're not just going to allow it to crash and burn."
David sighed. "We do have a monumental battle in front of us. But Blaine, you have to know that Wes and I won't just go down with a fight. You know us."
Blaine smiled weakly at his friends. "Yes, I do, and it's not you that I'm worried about. I know how hard everyone is working. But I also know how corrupt Sebastian plays. Bringing in Sue Sylvester is just step one. If that doesn't work, he'll try fifteen other dirty tactics. He won't stop."
Wes chewed his bottom lip. "Hey, neither will we. And we don't need to resort to unscrupulous tactics to do it. We may have to incorporate some creative and inventive strategies to combat his schemes, but I know that we're up for this battle. We've already got Trent and Thad strategizing on a way to get Sue's journal entries into evidence, and if we can do that, we can discredit her quite easily, especially if we can prove she's the Jigsaw Sue character that's been writing threats and disturbing posts on Tumblr."
"And can you say with complete certainty that Lauren can do that," Blaine questioned, his eyes finding Lauren and searching her face.
"I won't stop until I do," she said assuredly with a nod. "It's my job to protect you two, and finding that evidence is part of that. You two have become like brothers to me. I'm not letting that SOB win.
Wes smiled softly. "I think we have enough to discredit her, even without the journal. She's been fired for being reckless and dishonest on more than one occasion. Without the journal, we don't have a smoking gun, but I could put Kurt and you on the stand and both of you could give accounts on the unstable things she's done around you. We still have a chance. And remember. This trial is not about Sue Sylvester. This is about you and your character, and Sebastian's lack of it. He's grasping at straws, and he's trying to use Ms. Slyvester to intimidate you both. It's a scare tactic."
"So you think we still have a shot to win this thing? Kurt asked.
"We have a chance. We're up to our necks in paperwork. We had to hire extra paralegals to handle the extra paperwork and research this case has caused. We can barely afford to keep the lights on, and we've been so busy with this case that we've had little time to focus on our other cases. But we aren't throwing in the towel. However," Wes sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "I do want you to understand that our main goal right now is to get an offer to settle."
"A settlement. We can't do that. Wouldn't that be an admission of guilt?" Blaine questioned.
David shook his head. "Not necessarily. And I told you before that most cases that are filed never actually make it to court. Besides, Wes and I think that Sebastian won't really have a case in court. Not unless there's some evidence that we don't know about, some merit to Sebastian's claims."
Kurt shook his head. "We told you. Blaine wasn't involved in the leak. He had no knowledge of what was going on,"
Blaine shook his head in disagreement. "Actually, that's not necessarily accurate."
Kurt glared at Blaine. "What's not accurate about it, Blaine? You didn't know about the leaks, right?"
Blaine's eyes shifted to the ground. "I knew."
"You knew what?" Kurt asked. "Blaine?"
"I knew that Sebastian was the one leaking the scripts."
Wes shrugged. "You already told us that. You said that you and Santana figured it out together, and then once you had it all pieced together, you went to the rest of the cast."
"I knew before that. I knew that it was Sebastian all along, but I didn't go to the executives."
"Wait, you knew the whole time? What's going on, Blaine?" Wes questioned, leaning in towards Blaine across the table. "And tell me everything this time."
Blaine bit his lip. "I didn't know for certain. I just suspected. But I didn't have any evidence. And I was honestly afraid that he was blackmailing someone else from the cast."
Blaine turned toward Kurt and looked him in the eyes. "Do you remember in our messages when I told you that things went really bad my senior year with the Warblers. David, Wes, I told you before about the reason that I quit the Warblers. Sam, Trent, and I all quit for the same reason."
"Sebastian started Dalton right after you and David graduated," Blaine explained directly to Wes. He joined the Warblers, and was quickly voted onto the council. I may have had something to do with it. I convinced the other guys. We had already started dating, well, I thought that we were dating, but he was also sleeping with several other guys too." Blaine shook his head and his eyes dropped to the table. After he got on the council, things started to change. He started changing things. It was good at first, like making us all practice our dancing. He was actually right about that. And then, he held a vote that said there would no longer be a lead soloist. I'm a team player, and I knew how much Jeff, Nick, and Sebastian wanted solos. So, I supported that as well. But then, he started trying to change things that were Warbler tradition, like adding music and not doing all acapella numbers and doing some risque numbers for regionals."
"Blaine, must I remind you of the Gap Attack?" Wes chuckled.
"Yes, Wes. You must. What was the Gap attack, pray tell?" Kurt smiled.
"No time for that now, Kurt." Wes said, shaking his head. "Sebastian's probably in the lobby right now. Besides, you already know."
"Yes, but I want to hear you and David tell it," Kurt said with a grin. "Please tell me that someone got it on video."
"Kurt, I got you covered," David assured him with a light chuckle, and then he turned toward Blaine. "Go ahead. How does this link to how you knew that Sebastian was the leak?"
"Because after we broke up because I caught him cheating, he changed, a lot. Not that he wasn't doing some shady things beforehand. But his attitude toward me and about me shifted. And so did the Warblers. We didn't win our Regionals that year, so our season ended early, and Sebastian suggested that we scale back our meetings. It turns out that they were meeting without me. And he turned quite a few of them against me. Quite a few of them were convinced that Sam and I were dating because he told them that we were. By the end of the year, things were bad. I didn't get voted on the council. I ended up quitting. Senior year was horrible for me and the Warblers. There was so much infighting and distrust that Sam, Nick, and Jeff often told me that they dreaded practice. Then, Sebastian started talking people into taking Human Growth Hormone. That's when Trent, Sam, Jeff, Nick all decided to quit as well."
"Wait, I thought that Nick and Jeff stayed on. I saw them on video at Regionals." Wes interjected.
"Not initially. They came back. Because Sebastian was blackmailing them."
"I always knew he was a slimy rodent," Kurt sighed. "What was he blackmailing them for?
"They were dating, but Nick wasn't out. His dad was strict and homophobic. He still is. Nick was terrified that if his dad found out, his dad would take him out of Dalton and send him to military school. That's the reason that they went back." Blaine explained.
"And did he blackmail you?" Wes asked.
Blaine nodded. "He tried. There was a video." Blaine's voice lowered, as did his head. "A sex video, from when we were still dating. He threatened to post it online and send it to my dad."
"But you dad knew that you were gay, right?" David asked.
Blaine nodded, "he knew, but he wasn't accepting of it, and he warned me that he'd take me out of Dalton if I ever flaunted my gayness around him. He would've done it."
Kurt squeezed his hand. "What stopped him?"
"Sam. We snuck into his dorm and took Sebastian's laptop. One of the guys from the Tech team formatted his hard drive and erased the whole thing, but not before Sam went to the dean. Sebastian was almost expelled."
"Oh my God. I bet he was pissed." David said.
"He was. He warned me that it wasn't over."
"Oh my God, Blaine. Why didn't you tell us this?" Wes questioned, now out of his seat and pacing.
"Cooper and Santana. I knew that Sebastian was getting the scripts from Cooper and I had a suspicion that he was getting Santana's after Cooper was demoted, but I didn't know how much that they were involved. And I told you that it was me that gave Kurt's story to Rod. But I was terrified to tell the producers about Sebastian because I was afraid that I didn't have any proof and then he'd lash out at Santana or Cooper."
"Oh my God, Blaine. This isn't over the tv show. This is so much deeper. We need to cancel the rest of the depositions and reconvene later. There's no way that we'll be ready for him tomorrow."
Lauren, who had been sitting quietly in the corner the whole time, just taking in the information bolted out of her seat. "No, Let him in. We send him away, and he's going to think he got to you. He's going to know that he has the upper hand. Let him in. Do the deposing. Don't take any deals, but listen to what he has to say."
David shrugged his shoulders. "Why?"
"Because I need proof."
"Proof of what?" Wes asked.
"That he's a Blainiac. With the information that you just shared paired with some posts on the Blainiac page, I'm almost certain that he's one of them. I just need to hear him admit some things, spill a detail or two, and I think I can link him to the page. And if I can, we've got him."
Just then, there was a knock on the door and the door cracked open. "Mr. Montgomery," the small brunette said quietly. "Mr. Smythe and his team are here."
Wes nodded. "Have him sit in the lobby, Marley. We're almost ready. Quinn has to set up the recording equipment, but then you can send him in." Marley nodded and shut the door behind her as Quinn finished setting up the recorder.
Wes looked at his clients. "Are you guys ready for this?"
Blaine nodded. "As ready as we'll ever be," he said with a nod.
"Hello, Blaine," a very familiar voice said.
"Weasel Face," Blaine replied without even turning his head to look at his ex.
"Awww, Blaine. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were unhappy to see me," Sebastian smirked.
"But obviously you don't know any better because Blaine has a notorious hatred for pretentious wannabes," Kurt smirked.
"And yet, he seems to have no problem walking around with you on his arm. Imagine that," Sebastian quipped back, his nose high in the air. "So, Blaine, are you ready for this? You and your team seemed ridiculously underprepared for yesterday."
"My team is thoroughly prepared for this preposterous suit so let's just get this over with, shall we," Blaine sighed.
"The only preposterous suit is the sorry excuse for an outfit that your so-called fiance is wearing right now." Sebastian scoffed as he eyed Kurt up and down. " Is that a roach broach? Hmmm, I guess you gotta get poked by a cock one way or another," he laughed as he offered his hand to Wes to shake. "Where should I sit?"
"Here, let me," Kurt said, quickly rising to grab the waste can. "This is where all the other trash goes."
Sebastian rolled his eyes in disgust. "No wonder he has to plagiarize from real writers since that's all the wit he can muster on his own. "
"I'll have you know that I have a lot more followers than you on Twitter, and my column is now the most read column on . Not to mention, my story has over a thousand subscribers and it's one of the most popular fics in the Partners' fandom. Your most famous scene from Partners, though I have to admit it's an amazing one, sees you meet head-on with a bus. And you've done nothing of merit since. I heard you couldn't even land a commercial for Mr. Peanuts, even though you had more experience gathering nuts than all the other squirrels cast." Kurt quipped.
"And you only have the credentials you have because you're linked to Blaine. Before he begged all his followers to read your pathetic piece of garbage, nobody was interested. And nobody will be interested once Blaine realizes the inevitable, that he's too good for you, and you're a nobody. I bet your so-called insult you just pathetically spat out has been stewing in your brain for ages." Sebastian smirked.
"It's fresh, just like all the shit you've been talkin' since you walked in here. You've given me so much to work with that I could just pick a few steamy nuggets of crap and hurl them right back at your smirky meerkat face," Kurt retorted through gritted teeth.
"Look at you," Sebastian smiled menacingly, "throwing back witty comebacks, dressed to what you think is the nines, even though I think you look like the epitome of Pinocchio, although I think the true tell is the cockroach brooch. It sums you up perfectly."
"Actually, the brooch was to symbolize our meeting with you, the disease-ridden pest that keeps popping up where you're not wanted, spreading waste and shit everywhere you go." Kurt practically yelled. "You're going to lose, so you might as well drop the suit, kinda like you did with that Armani knock-off that you're trying to pull off right now, which is just as wrinkled and smudged as your career and your reputation."
"Listen, you little bitch!" Sebastian hissed as he grabbed Kurt's collar. "You think those words mean something to me, like you've put me in my place? Well, they're meaningless, much like you. You act like you're this righteous, worthy guy, but we all know where you came from." Sebastian sniffed the air in mock disgust. "Trash. And you know it. You moved your wedding up in the hope that Blaine doesn't realize that he's too good for you and he's about to make the biggest mistake of his life."
"No, the biggest mistake of my life was not doing this sooner," and before Sebastian knew what hit him, a fist was in his face as he heard a sickening crack. Blaine landed another blow before Wes and Lauren pulled Blaine off of the now panting man on the floor.
"That's assault," Sebastian whined, as he pinched the bridge of his nose to try to stop the bleeding, only to wince in pain.
"Nope, it's self-defense," Wes asserted. "You had his fiancé by the collar. He was only defending his partner. At least, that is what we all saw, right Ms. Zizes?"
Lauren cracked a smile. "That's precisely what I saw. You threatened him and made a move to hurt Mr. Hummel. I was ready to take you out right then and there, but Short Stack stepped in and did a fine job of that, if I do say so myself, Lauren smirked. "If you ever decide to give up acting, give me a call. You've got skills, Reynolds."
"Thanks. Boxing and fight club," Blaine grinned.
Lauren snorted as Wes cleared his throat. "Alright, alright. In the interest of getting through this with the least amount of bloodshed, let's get started, shall we."
"I was under the impression that it would just be Blaine and his counsel here today," Sebastian sighed.
"And I was under the impression that you'd have an attorney present," Quinn replied.
"My attorney will be present shortly," Sebastian replied. "My father was unable to attend since his responsibilities as a state's attorney keeps him quite busy, but not to worry. I have one of my other attorneys with me today. One moment. Sebastian picked up his cell and typed a quick text as Blaine looked at Wes and David in confusion. A knock at the door caused Kurt to arch his neck to try to see who was at the door. Three older men walked in and then a sharply dressed man, roughly Blaine's age, walked into the room and sat beside Sebastian.
"Thad?" Blaine said in surprise.
"Mr. Anderson, Mr. Montgomery" the former Warbler councilman nodded in affirmation.
"Wait. I thought you worked with Wes's firm?" Blaine scratched his forehead in confusion.
"I did, until I got a better offer and an opportunity to actually handle important cases, instead of being stuck doing grunt work. But I'm sure that we can keep things civil, right Mr. Montgomery," Thad stated, at Wes.
"Yes, of course, but I need a moment to confer with my client. A moment, please."
"Of course, Thad replied, motioning for Sebastian and the rest of the attorneys to come with him so that Wes could have the room with his team and clients.
When the door was shut behind the two men, Blaine's head dropped into his hands. "What the hell, Wes? When did that happen? And why didn't you tell me?"
"Because as of yesterday evening, he was with us. I'm just as shocked as you are."
"Oh my god! What are we going to do," Kurt squeaked.
The Asian man took a drink from his water glass and set the glass back on the coaster. "We reschedule this deposition, we regroup over the next forty-eight hours, and we kick their asses. That, and schedule interviews for a new lawyer or two. Besides, I'm sure that you two need to work on things for the wedding with it being a little over a week away. We've got this." Wes reassured his two clients. "Go. We'll figure this out."
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked his friend. "Because you don't look ok."
"I'm pissed, but you know what it does to me when someone stabs me in the back. People may think that I'm mild-mannered and reserved, but I don't let people push me and my clients around," Wes said with a sly smile.
Kurt looked in puzzlement at his attorneys and then at Blaine. "I'm a little confused. What just happened?"
Blaine grinned. "Just watch. When Wes was in fight club with me, and he could totally kick as-"
David cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Blaine, but you remember the first rule of fight club, right?"
Blaine nodded. "Yep. We don't talk about fight club."
And rule number four?" Wes asked.
"Don't panic. Instead, do the unexpected."
"Which is?" Kurt asked, his brow furrowed.
"Obviously, he thinks that he's thrown us off our game, that he's got the upper hand. I intend to show him that he doesn't."
"By doing what?"
"You'll see." Wes picked up his phone and punched in his secretary's extension. "Tell Mr. Smythe and Mr. Harwood that something came up and we need to reschedule and we'll see them at 9 A.M. sharp in two days."
"Mr. Harwood is saying that he won't be available due to prior commitments. However, he said that since he's already here as is his entire team, they can do it right now as planned."
"Well, please inform him that since I'm completely aware that prior commitments no longer have any merit to him, that excuse is not really valid. You can also inform him that since Mr. Smythe's other attorneys have delayed and rescheduled this deposition multiple times, we have run out of days to do it. If he is unable to rearrange his schedule, inform him that I can notify the judge, and I will not hesitate to file a motion of misconduct " Wes said with a smile into the receiver, answering yes to a quick question and then thanking Marley for her work. He put down the receiver and smiled.
"Do you think two days will be enough time?" David asked.
"It's going to have to be. Lauren, we need you and your team to assist us." David replied, his grin just as wide as his partner's.
"With what?" the bodyguard questioned.
"You'll see. I have an idea."
Lauren's face erupted in a smile. "Hell yes. I like this version of you. Tell me what you need me to do."
Kurt stood in front of Blaine and his legal team, his mouth agape. "I'm not really sure what just happened."
"Wes just opened a can of whoop ass," Blaine replied with a grin.