Private Messages

Chapter 6- Deposition

"Hey, Ladyface. Whatcha doin' here at the studio? Did your future hobbit husband entice you to take that job here by promising some hot action in the broom closet?"

Kurt rolled his eyes at the feisty Latina. "We've already christened the closet. And I don't have time to take another position, not since the last promotion. I mean, they requested that I cover Fashion Week. Besides, the writers are doing well now that they don't have to worry about the cast leaking spoilers. But you weren't really involved in that- oh wait. You were. I guess you were just fortunate that the gave you a second chance."

"Whatever, Pillsbury Doeface," Santana sneered as she perched her hand on her hip. "When your boss decides to do that piece on mini dresses, I'm available for the cover photo."

"Yeah, I'll do that. Let me just check my datebook to see which date hell is supposed to freeze over, Satan." Kurt yelled back as she flipped her hair and strutted off to hair and makeup.

Kurt smiled at his witty reply when he heard a laugh that made him go weak in the knees. He expected his finance a few minutes ago, and the fact that he was late made him more nervous than he'd ever admit. He stood there a few moments more, wondering why Blaine hadn't noticed him waiting there. When he turned his head to look, his face immediately felt as if it were on fire. Blaine was laughing with some cute guy that had his swarmy hands wrapped around Blaine's bicep.

Kurt cleared his throat, causing Blaine to turn abruptly and pull away from the grasp of the flirty guy he had been laughing with at moments before. "Kurt! Hey baby. I didn't realize you were already here."

"Yeah, I arrived precisely at one, but someone seemed too preoccupied to notice. Who's your friend?"

"Oh, you've met Hunter, right? He just started. He's going to be-"

"Yo, Blurts, Sidney warned you about that. No giving your boyfriend spoilers, especially on the set," Artie laughed, rolling over to join Kurt. He extended his hand to his former classmate. "How's it going, yo?"

"Great. The final scene from last week's episode was amazing! It still doesn't trump my favorite scene, though," Kurt teased.

"With the bus," Artie said with a humongous grin. "Yeah, we love that scene around here too. We had that episode on repeat all week to bring the mood back up after all of the depositions. Is that the reason you are here? Blaine told me that he named you in a lawsuit as well."

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, but I'm not concerned. I mean, I was at first, but then I realized that he wouldn't have claimed so many things if he had rock-hard evidence. He's fishing. He knows the reason he was fired was that he had the charisma of a kumquat. Unless somebody in Hollywood decided to make another god-awful Chipmunk sequel or a reboot of Mr. Ed, there's just no fitting roles out there for him."

Artie snickered. "Well, I'm sure that everything will work out. We certainly have a more harmonious vibe here without him. Blaine, I won't need you and Sam until later today. Suprisely, filming took less time than I expected, since Coop isn't here to interrupt or mess up scenes. " Artie said, frowning when he realized that he made that comment in front of Blaine. "I'm sorry, man. That wasn't cool of me."

Blaine shook his head. "I get it. He was frustrating to me sometimes too, but I'm going to miss him. I really hope this film is his big break."

"Me too. Michael Bay! That's awesome. Although, most of his films don't get great critical reviews. Oversimplified plots, unrealistic scenes, sloppy writing. Actually, Cooper might be right at home." Artie laughed. "Well, I'll let you get in there. Let me know how it goes."

Blaine nodded and stepped into the large conference, Kurt right behind him, their finger intertwined. They sat down beside one another in the office chairs. Blaine whistled softly as Kurt sat quietly in his chair, his knee bouncing up and down. "Are you nervous?"

"It's a lawsuit, Blaine. Of course, I'm nervous. I've never even gotten a parking ticket before. I told you I'd never make it in prison," Kurt laughed nervously.

"I seem to remember you mentioning all kind of felonious acts in our private messages; arson, kidnapping, and duct taping people to walls," Blaine joked. "I mean, you even told me we could only be besties if I was a secret badass."

Kurt grinned. "You are a secret badass. Boxing, fight club, scandalous serenades about sex toys. I'd say that's pretty close."

Blaine cocked an eyebrow. "Says the guy that once had a tongue piercing, has a tattoo and knows how to use sai swords. I'd say your pretty badass yourself. Although, I have to disagree with that now. You have a perfect ass."

"So that's the reason you didn't let me out of your sight the other night at the club. You didn't give me a chance to collect any research for my article," Kurt pouted. "So I stretched out my favorite pair of skinny jeans for nothing."

"I don't recall what happened later that night in our bedroom as nothing. If I do remember correctly, you peeled off those jeans and padded undies in record time," Blaine teased, winking at his fiance.

"Um, excuse me boys?" said a familiar voice. Quinn asked as she walked into the office and took a seat on the other side of the conference table. "Were you waiting long?"

"No, we just got here," Blaine smiled. "Where's Wes?"

"He was right behind me in the hallway. He must've gotten delayed. He's usually quite punctual." Quinn said.

Blaine glanced at the clock on the wall and then the door. "Wes, oh, he was quite perturbed if you were late to Warbler practice. He was a tyrant."

"Well, could you blame me? Some freshman kept throwing sheet music all over the choir room and jumping on our furniture. Not to mention, one of us kept suggesting inappropriate songs to sing off campus at the Gap. I had to keep you in line." Wes said with a laugh as he joined Quinn at the table.

Blaine blushed deeply. "That was one time. Geez."

"That's because they fired the kid and banned us from the Gap," Wes teased. "Hopefully, Kurt is able to keep you in line better than I did, although it sounds like you still think serenades are the best course of action. I saw the video you made him. It seems you're still as sappy as an old maple tree."

Kurt smiled. "I thought it was romantic. Although I've got to get someone to track down a video of this serenade at the Gap. It must've been quite the spectacle,"

"It was, but it makes for a good story. Anyway, why don't we get started? So this must be the famous Kurt," Wes said, extending his hand toward the paler man across the table from him.

"Yes, I am, although I don't know about me being famous," Kurt laughed.

"Oh, trust me. You are engaged to Blaine Anderson. People know who you are. Actually, you may have more followers on Tumblr than Blaine if you count all of the people that follow your fan fiction," Wes stated.

"Oh god! Please don't tell me they are going to drag my story into this," Kurt groaned.

"Unfortunately, we have to since Smythe's alleges that Blaine gave spoilers to you. It's quite good. I can see the reason that Blaine tried to get you hired on the writing staff," Wes smiled. "We thought the story might help prove Kurt's innocence. But-" Wes cleared his throat. "It actually might make things a lot more complicated than we hoped."

Blaine's head jerked up. "What do you mean? I thought that you said that there wasn't any proof in the messages that I actually told him any private information regarding the show."

"Well, as we were reading, Quinn recognized some of the lines from the show. She went back and checked the script. They were verbatim," Wes explained.

"It's not plagiarism. It's Fanfiction. I included a disclaimer. Besides, they stole those lines from me. I wrote them first. That's why I was so pissed at Blaine. Remember, Quinn. I told you about all of this," Kurt said.

Quinn bit her lip. "Yes, but you might have a hard time proving that. Do you still have a rough draft or something saved on your computer?"

Kurt shook his head. I typed the chapter into the document manager. They only store the file for ninety days unless you go back in and edit it.

"Did you do that?" Wes asked.

Kurt dropped his head. "I used to, but I kind of let it expire. I've been so busy with my articles at work and my school work that I kind of let my leisure writing lapse a little. But I still don't understand why all of this is even relevant."

"It's only relevant to one of the claims. We found no evidence of defamation of character. We didn't even find any proof of Blaine leaking spoilers, except that the matching plot points near the midseason finale, which aired right before Mr. Smythe was fired."

"We explained this all to Quinn. I brought his story to Mr. Remington in hopes that he'd see the brilliance and hire Kurt for the writing staff. Instead, he gave the script to his writers, and they stole it." Blaine explained.

Quinn nodded. "Yes, I remember that. But Sebastian could claim that you gave Kurt the scripts and he copied it in his story."

"But I didn't even know he was Blaine. I just thought he was some guy that read fanfiction and wore bow ties. There's got to be a way to prove that Blaine and I did nothing wrong," Kurt almost shouted. Blaine patted his knee and then squeezed his hand tighter.

"We tried to contact Mr. Remington, but we couldn't track him down. It seems that he fled the country. And this Sue Sylvester character is a liability. We sent an intern down to the gym where she teaches aerobics."

"Oh my God! I bet that ended well," Kurt said.

The poor girl said Sue was verbally abusive. Then, she said some short blonde called her a stupid bitch and told her to get out of her office. What is a Beckatary, anyway," Quinn laughed. "Anyway, you see the problem, right?"

Blaine nodded. "It's our words against his."

"What about Sam or the other castmates? Did anyone else know that you took the script to Mr. Remington."

Blaine shook his head. "There's only one other person that knew what happened with Kurt's story. But I really don't want to ask her.

Wes looked at his friend squarely in the eye. "Who was it, Blaine?"

"Santana." Kurt answered for him. "We talked about it in length one night after Blaine and I got together. You said that you told the rest of the main cast too though, right?"

"Not before the midseason finale aired. I told them the day after the show at Callbacks."

"So wait, your only character witnesses is Santana. You really are screwed," Quinn said, shaking her head. "Why in the world would you spill your guts to Santana, of all people."

Blaine sighed. "Because she knew Kurt. She actually knew that it was Kurt that I was talking to before I did. We were neighbors, and I guess she was reading our messages."

"That Bitch!" Kurt blurted, then covered his mouth. "Sorry. So that's how she seemed to know what was going on."

Quinn pursed her lips. "She was most likely trying to stay one step ahead of Sebastian. Santana is a firm believer of keeping her friends close and her enemies closer. She was a master at playing both sides when we were on the Cheerios together."

"So she might hurt our case more than she helps it," Blaine reasoned.

Wes nodded. "Yes. It is a possibility. Is there anyone else that might've known what was really going on.

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, but you aren't going to like it."

"Who could be worse than Santana as a character witness?"

Blaine buried his face in his hands for a moment and looked back up at his former council leader. "My brother, Cooper."

In the very next room, he sat quietly as he listened to the interview next door. All of it was Kurt's fault. He was no good for Blaine. He couldn't be trusted.

He opened his laptop and maximized the browser back up to full size so that he could continue the message he had started earlier. He logged back into his new account. He had to create another because someone had reported his last one. It was fine. He would still be able to get his message across.

Listen Bitch,

I told you last time to stop publishing your awful chapters that exploit Blaine. I said it before. You don't deserve him. He's a star, and all you do is write pathetic fictional garbage. I don't know what he sees in your sickly pale complexion and scrawny toothpick body. I could snap you like a twig. And I will.

It was actually smart of you to pass on that promotion. You'd never be able to handle the pressure of writing anything of quality, especially anything that has to do with Fashion Week. It was probably a lapse in Isabelle's judgment.

I'm glad that you ignored my warning. This will be much more fun now. See you soon.

Blainiac2:16

He hit send and laughed quietly as he closed his laptop, put it into his bag, and slipped out of the dark room unnoticed.

Author's Notes: Thanks to everybody for the comments and reviews on this thus far. Some of you have stated that you wanted to hear more about Blainiac, so here you go. Let the games begin.