Author's Notes: So I started this chapter immediately after I posted the last one because I knew you guys would want to know what happened after I left off on that cliffhanger. Although if you guys have been with me this long, you should've known I like to do stuff like that. * Insert sinister laugh here.* Honestly, I do that to keep you guys intrigued but sometimes this crazy mind of mine goes off on several tangents, and I haven't decided which route to take. Sometimes, I just have to put myself out on that cliff so that my crazy brain will make a decision already. LOL. Thanks for putting up with my crazy ya'll. Enough of that. Here's what you actually came for.

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Chapter 14- Slip Up

It hadn't been fifteen minutes since Blaine hung up on him when he came sprinting down the asphalt, hopping over the chain link fence like it was nothing and rushing over to Puck, who was standing there wringing his hands, fear written all over his face.

"The cops are on their way. So is Lauren. She's going to kill me."

Blaine glared at him and grabbed Kurt's phone out of Puck's hands. "I'm going to kill you. How could you let this happen? You were supposed to be watching him. That's the sole description of what a night guard does. They guard!"

"I was watching him. But then, he got all weepy and he was crying, singing sappy show tunes, and there's only so much of that crap I can take," Puck sighed. "It's not like I didn't go check on him every two minutes. I was outside the door the entire time, well except when I had to drop a deuce, which was a little more than I usually do, because I kinda had the runs man. It must've been that burrito I had for lunch."

"TMI, man. You never should have left," Blaine fumed.

"Maybe you shouldn't have either," Puck retorted.

Blaine lunged forward at Puck and grabbed his tank at the neck when they were interrupted by a high-pitched voice. "Would you two shut up and stop fighting like I'm not right here?" Kurt huffed, holding an ice pack to the wound on his head in place of the blood-soaked silk shirt that was now discarded on the ground. "I'm fine," he winced, as he rubbed his ankle, which was puffy and red.

"You are not fine!" Blaine shouted, then he took a deep breath and sat down on the pavement beside his fiance. "How did this happen? Did someone attack you?"

Kurt sighed. "No, I slipped. I was so angry. At you, at Blainiac, at everyone. I mean, you basically broke up with me and then ran out of here like a teenage girl having a temper tantrum, and then you wouldn't pick up your phone so that we could talk this out like adults. What the hell, Blaine?"

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep. Sam didn't wake me, but I called back as soon as I realized, but- wait a second, this isn't about me? What happened?" Blaine asked, taking Kurt's other hand in his own.

"Well, after I called you, like 5 times and you didn't pick up, I figured that you actually meant what you said, that you were done with me, and you didn't want to talk. I got pissed. I wasn't going to let you get off that easily, without talking, without discussing things, so when I heard Puck go to the bathroom, I scrawled out a note and then I snuck out the window. I thought I cleared the fence, but I was caught. The fringe on my jacket got stuck in the fence, and I couldn't get loose. So I jerked and pulled at the fabric, which was holding me in place, apparently, and my face and I had a close encounter with the ground. I think I hit a rock or something and passed out for a minute or two."

"An ambulance is on their way too," Puck told Kurt. "I told them to send both because I didn't know what we were dealing with if it was an attack or what. I'm sorry, dude. But you can't do that. If you wanted to go see Short Stack, I would have gone with you. I would have even given you a lift on my hog, man, well once I got off the pot. You would have had to ride bitch, but I would've gotten you there. "

Kurt sighed. "I know. It was a stupid thing to do."

"Damn right, it was!" Puck replied. "I thought you were kidnapped or something. With the note and all, after Blaine said that wasn't your handwriting on that post-it.

"What note on a post-it? I didn't write anything on a post-it. I used my notepad." Kurt replied, giving Puck a what-the-hell glare.

"Blaine, show it to him. The picture I sent you."

Blaine quickly pulled up the picture on his phone and showed it to Kurt. "I told him it wasn't yours. That's why he panicked, why I panicked too, I guess."

Kurt blinked and rubbed his forehead as if he was a little puzzled. "No, it isn't mine. But I know who wrote it." He blinked again and passed out cold in Blaine's arm as the siren wailed in the street.

"What the hell happened, Puckerman? You knew you weren't supposed to take your eyes off of him for a second," Lauren berated the man, as they sat at a table in the now-empty cafeteria of the emergency room.

"A dude's gotta go, sometimes. I'm sorry. I told them both that I'm sorry," Puckerman apologized, letting his head drop into his hands.

"Don't beat yourself up. That's my job," Lauren said, smacking him on the back of the head. "Have they updated you on his condition?"

"He's gonna be ok. He's got a concussion and a broken ankle, but I'm more concerned with this post-it thing. He said he knows who wrote it, but then I haven't been able to talk to him since. I need to go back in there, to see him so I can get to the bottom of this and find this little punk so I can give him the beatdown he deserves."

Lauren shook her head. "Not right now. He's in there with Blaine, and they need to talk. And so do we," Lauren sighed. "I found out a lot more about Blainiac and this Tumblr page. It turns out that it's even more complicated than we thought. As I suspected, there is more than one Blainiac. Tina, Dottie, and I have been trying to weed out suspects, and there are quite a few. Two of them were easy because they use the same name to sign the emails as they use for their Tumblr names. I believe there is at least one more that's been sending the threats, but this one was a lot more cautious. He doesn't have an account of the fanfiction page like the other two, and the Tumblr page is not specific to just Blaine. Actually, I think he may be responsible for some of the anonymous comments on the main Blainiac page and on the other two Bloggers' pages."

"Well, at least you've got some more information. Any chance there's more than three?"

"I was suspicious of a poster named Jigsaw Sue, but it turns out that she has her own page devoted to Kurt, something called "Sweet Porcelain" or something like that. She's completely off her rocker, but I think she's harmless," Lauren said with a dry laugh. "There's always a chance, but I think these three are our main culprits."

"Do you know anything about their real identities yet?"

"No. I had to get a detective involved, someone that has a little more access and clearance than I do, and he doesn't really have anything definitive yet, aside from tracing email accounts. You know that people create bogus email addresses all the time, so it didn't really lead anywhere. However, I did have him trace IP addresses, and as I suspected, they are using multiple devices, one which includes an office PC from , Kurt's office."

"But we already knew that someone was sneaking into Kurt's office," Puck replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"Yes, but at that point, we thought that someone could've just snuck past security on that one occasion. We didn't know if it was a delivery boy or someone on the cleaning crew, but now we know that this computer has been used multiple times, which means that one of the culprits has been in that building multiple times. I'm not sure if it's someone that works directly with Kurt, or if it's someone in one of the other departments."

"Wait, Kurt said that he recognized the handwriting on the post-it. The one left in his room. He said he'd know that handwriting anywhere," Puck blurted, as he stood up from his seat in the hospital lounge. "I need to go talk to Kurt!"

"What the Hell! Do you know how stupid it was to break into his room with the bodyguard there? You could've been caught. You were supposed to wait until they left."

"I thought he had left. I watched him sneak out of the window, and I thought it was all clear. I made sure the bodyguard was distracted. Replacing the chocolates in the box with laxatives earlier today seemed to do the trick," the man laughed. "But I didn't know that Kurt got caught on the fence. While I was in his room, I started the note, but then, I heard a thud. I looked out of the window, and I saw him on the ground with a pool of blood under his head. I panicked and high-tailed it out of there before anyone knew what happened," Elijah replied.

"Well, because of your sloppiness, they'll figure out that you've been in his home. And you better hope that Kurt doesn't recognize your chicken scratch. Because if he does, we're going to have to turn things up a notch, strike sooner than we planned," Blainiac replied.

"Those flowers are nice," Blaine said with a smile. "Who sent them?"

Kurt sniffed the bouquet of assorted flowers, carnations, daisies, and babies breath, and checked the card. "Oh, they're from Elijah, my assistant. You've met him."

Blaine winced and walked over to the hand sanitizer and pumped some of the liquid into his hands and rubbed his hands vigorously. "Yeah. I remember. Beverage Boy," Blaine said, with an eye roll. "He tried to visit earlier, but you were still unconscious. I told the receptionist to tell him to thank him for stopping by, but he could see you at work."

"Why does he bother you so much? He's harmless. He's a huge help around the office," Kurt said.

"I don't like the way that he looks at you," Blaine replied.

"At me? He looked at you like he was undressing you with his eyes," Kurt chuckled. "What? Was he looking at me the same way?"

Blaine looked down. "No. It was like this brooding, envious look. Like a kid in a candy store when he doesn't have a cent to his name."

"It's no secret that he wants my job one of these days," Kurt laughed. "But that's the nature of the beast. Everyone wants their superiors to get struck by some mysterious debilitating illness or get hit by a bus or something so they can move into their role. He's just tenacious." Kurt raised up and waved to Puck and Lauren, who came barging through the door. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"You said that you've seen the writing before. On the post-it. Where?" Lauren asked.

Kurt nodded. "At work. My assistant? Elijah."

Puck cocked his head sideways. "Creep Show? The little weasel that follows you around like he's tethered to your hip or something and glares at you as if he wanted to burn a hole in your forehead?" Puck asked.

"He does not," Kurt replied with an eye roll.

"He definitely does," Lauren agreed. "I told you he was a skeez."

Have you ever invited over to your house before?" Puck questioned.

"Of course not. He's just a colleague. Why?"

"Because I think we found Blainiac," Puck answered.

Author's Notes: Alright, so I kind of did it again. Another cliffhanger. Several of you predicted that Elijah was involved, but you'll just have to keep coming back to find out to what extent. And see, Kurt's ok. I told you I couldn't be responsible for anything too bad to my precious Kurt. Alright, off to start another chapter.

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