Life sucks doesn't it? Ughh, sorry about not updating.. I know we have been stuck in the courtroom for a long time. But we are almost done. Almost. Then we go back to Lima... and ... things happen.
It was 12:07 and everyone; the Gleeks, Mr. Hummel, the states 'legal' representative, everyone was waiting for the 'honourable' Judge Green. Puck or what was left of Puck didn't even look up. He hadn't slept well.
The Judge's chambers opened, gaining everyone's but Puck's attention.
"All stand for Judge Macintosh." The Banff called out.
All stood, murmuring, whispering about the woman, as she marched to the Judge's podium. Her heels clicked with her brisk, sharp steps and made they everyone anxious for her to speak, to explain her presence in placement of Greens.
Macintosh sat neatly on her seat tucking her robes under herself. She looked out and scanned the courtroom. The woman's greying red hair was pulled back in a tight bun, with a wisp of hair framing her sharp cheek bones. Her held her hands in her lap and addressed the curious crowd.
"At 2:30 last night, Judge Green past away from a heart attack, I'm his replacement in this case. This is now my courtroom." Her sharp stare pointed at Thomas, " I went over the transcript of yesterday. And I'm alballed about this courtroom's complete disregard for Noah Puckermen's civil rights." Her hand shot out and jabbed at Thomas, "You Sir should be ashamed of yourself."
The Judge leaned forward in her seat, her thin lips pressing together before she scowled him," If even think that you're having the thought, of having the thought about repeating any similar behaviour, I will have you banned and disbarred from this courtroom." Her eyebrows rose, "Thomas, you have been warned."
The lawyer tried to play off like he wasn't shaking in his boots. His whole case was dependent on Green being the judge. That's how this whole thing had been set up, with him gone, he was screwed. Thomas had to actually act like a lawyer.
"Of course, your honour. I have another witness I would like to call to the stand." Thomas began in a professorial manner, only to be cut off by Macintosh in a cold slice.
"No." She off hand handed him. "We will give defendant a chance to cross examine." The Judge's stare fell apron that dark desk. "Mr. Steck is there anything Mr. Puckermen would like to clear up about yesterday?"
Steck shifted in his seat and whispered to Puck in a hushed tone, "Noah?"
Puck was fighting to hold himself at the seams, to keep everything and everyone inside, as he looked up through the corners of his eyes, shaking his head. He looked back down and he didn't resurface, he sank down and hid in plain sight.
"No, your honour."
The corners of Macintosh's mouth are dipped in pity. "Alright." She sighed and nodded to Thomas, who was waiting with his tongue pitched in his teeth, "Who is it you wish to call upon?" She threatened any stupid decision the man maybe making.
"Nurse Kelly Barkers." Thomas stuttered out.
Kelly arouse from her seat, she was cleaned up in a respectable pencil skirt and white blouse. With a neat folder in her hand. This wasn't Kelly's first case. She dealt with bloody, messy rapes every day, this case no different to her.
But it was different to Kurt.
The swing of her reasonably fashionable skirt whipped Kurt's world in a perspective, a disgustingly clear perspective.
Kelly was supposed to be a cold woman in scrubs. Ugly boxy, unreal scrubs. That's what Kelly was to Kurt. But here she was, dressed in an empire waist blouse with a lace trim.
A small apart of Kurt's sanity was depending on this being nightmare. He woke up his morning; his pain had begun to subside. Only aching mildly, like constipation. Kurt was even able to sit with his legs crossed, his hands holding at his top knee, his back straight. He was able to do his hygienic routine without help. Kurt felt back to normal.
So that couldn't have actually happen.
The fine hairs on the back of Kurt's necks stood on end. He corrected his shoulder's posture to mask the fact that he was taken back.
But Burt notice. And he frowned, unsure, unable to reach his son.
Kelly sat down and gave her oath that she had long ago memorised. She waited for Thomas to begin.
"Ms. Barkers, you're the one who examined Kurt Hummel after his admission to the St. James. Hospital?" Thomas asked his first honest question.
"Yes, I gave the rape kit exanimation." Kelly answered.
Thomas nodded, bidding his time, "What did you find? What was your conclusion?"
Kelly answered without even a pause, "That Nick Gibson sexually assaulted -raped- Mr. Hummel."
Thomas was grabbing at straws, hoping he would catch a lucky one, "How do you know? Thousands of people enjoy rough sexual encounters. How do you know that is was unwanted?"
Kelly looked at him like he was crazy, "Mr. Hummel's anus was badly torn, internal tearing, his hand was broken-"
Kurt's healthy hand past over his sighed cast.
"He had bite marks all over his body. I found fabric in his molars. He was terrified." Kelly gave a look like he was an idiot, "I think that goes beyond normal rough sex."
Thomas had hit a dead end and he darted to find something, anything to work with, "I went over your report, you found fingerprints..."
"Yes, two sets. One belonging to Gibson, one to Puckermen."
Thomas grinned for a split second, "Where were Noah's fingerprints?"
"On the upper inner thigh, very close to the damage."
Thomas quirked his smile into a thoughtful expression, "Do you have know how they got there?"
Kelly nodded, "He stopped the bleeding, by applying pressure to the wound. That's what paramedics said in their report." Kelly glanced in Puck's direction. "He knew what he was doing. Noah was a great help in the exam."
"Wait?" Thomas licked his lips at his tasty treat "Mr. Puckermen was there while the examination was taking place? Isn't that reserved for family and significant others?"
The nurse was taken aback by the unorthodox question, "Yes, Noah claimed to be his boyfriend, but-"
"Yes and no answers please." Thomas smiled polite.
"Let her explain." Macintosh cocked her head to the side, her nails clipping the wooden stand in a rhythmic warning.
Kelly smiled smugness in her eyes, "Yes he claimed to be, but I wasn't fooled by their scheme."
Thomas searched in the only instant he had for a lead to go off of. He found none, "That is be all." He had just dug himself into a hole. Thomas stuck his tongue in his cheek and sat down to think.
Steck stood up a little smirk at the corner of his mouth, "Would you say that Noah gave the impression that he wished to murder Mr. Gibson?"
Kelly nodded then cut herself short, "Yes and no."
Steck nodded walking around his desk and towards her, "Care to explain?"
"Mr. Puckermen admitted to breaking his skull, and it was obvious he wished to do more harm." Kelly explained like she was talking over coffee.
Thomas pecked up in his seat.
"But he was so concerned about Mr. Hummel. And with my years of working so closely with this kind of trauma." Kelly glanced in Noah's direction, and she saw Noah, not Puck, and not Eli. " That I would say with complete confidence, that the soul reason behind Noah's violent actions were for preservation and welfare of Kurt Hummel. "
Steck slid his hands into his pockets, "Thank you, Ms. Barker. That will be all."
Kelly looked up at Judge Macintosh, "May I leave now?"
She nodded and waved her hand, and the Banff escorted the young nurse out of the courtroom. Macintosh wrote something down as he addressed Thomas, "Do you have any other witness?"
"No." Thomas shook his head.
The Judge nodded then faced Steck, "Do you?"
"We do your Honour; we would like to call on Kurt Hummel."
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