Chapter 5

Nick was going out of his mind. He was sick with worry as he couldn't find Olivia anywhere. He wanted to apologize for yelling at her but she was not in the house. As panic set in he leapt in the air as the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Nick? This is Sue Harwood, Thad's mother? I understand you're missing someone? She's here, don't worry. She said she took the bus." Nick was beside himself with relief.

"Oh God, it's all my fault, we had an argument and I kinda yelled at her," he explained, "I didn't think she'd do this!" He exclaimed.

"Look, don't worry, it's getting dark, she can stay here tonight and you can come by for her tomorrow and you can talk about it. OK?"

"Thank you Mrs Harwood. I... God, I was so scared." He sagged against the wall relieved.

"It's OK Nick, these things happen. See you tomorrow."

"Thank you Mrs Harwood. See you tomorrow."

In the morning Thad and Olivia were eating their breakfast when Nick knocked on the door. Sue let him in and Olivia shrank into her seat when she saw him. Sue let them into the lounge to talk. "Olive, never ever do that again," he said firmly.

"I'm sorry Nicky," she said quietly.

"Oh God," he ran a hand through his hair and fell to his knees in front of where she stood so he was at eye level, "I've never been more afraid in my life," he pulled his sobbing sister into a hug.

"I'm sorry Nicky, I won't do it again, I promise," she cried.

"I know, hun, I'm sorry I shouted at you Olive, really I am. And I'm sorry about what I said about Jeff. He is real, I know he is I was just angry."

"Sorry," she cried, against his shoulder.

"Come on, let's go home," she nodded and he lifted her, thanking Thad's mother again and saying bye to Thad.

At home the pair bonded, watching Disney movies, singing along, baking and Nick read to his sister for the first time in a Month. Jeff watched content as Olivia was happy. They agreed not to tell their mother about the fight or the running away.

The day of Prom was a Saturday and school was open for sports practice and the Prom comitee. The boys from the football team snuck in after dismissal and after the comitee left to start getting ready, hoisting the bucket of slushee high above the stage. "Everything prepared?" Kurt asked.

"All ready."

"Ballot?"

"Rigged."

"Kurt are we really doing this?"

"Yes Finn, we are. Duval is gonna regret the day he joined glee and took away my solos..."

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...Of course none of them saw the blonde in the shadows...