A/N After the mother of all the writers blocks in the history I give you the next chapter. Nothing major hapening and it's not exactly well written because well I had problems. But here it is...the filler chapter before THE trial.
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Telling Kurt was a spur of the moment kind of thing.
Shane pretty much guessed on his own after seeing his break down.
So now Reed was sitting on his bed, with his boyfriend holding him around the waist and his best friend holding his hand. He felt protected enough between the two of them as he timidly eyed the rest of the boys that were sitting on the floor facing him curiously.
Cam, Wes and David instinctively assumed their best big brother positions ready to go and injure someone.
Nick was his usual collected self only now his handsome face showed traces of concern and curiosity.
Jeff was surprisingly calm in Nick's arms, and Reed couldn't help but notice how funny he looked like when he wasn't bouncing off the walls.
Trent was struggling with keeping quiet and not asking questions.
Blaine was just keeping an eye on everyone, sensing what was going on even if Kurt never said anything to him respecting Reed's wishes. He was just observant and he connected Reed's behavior with what could have happen to him. He wished he was wrong but he sincerely doubted it.
Shane turned to his small boyfriend and nodded to encourage him.
He tried to convey everything he felt into the tiny kiss he placed on his temple. That he loved him, that he was there for him, and soothing Reed's biggest fear, that he would never leave him.
Reed took a deep breath and started talking.
"Um…guys….I have something to tell you…"
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Their reactions were exactly what Reed expected them to be.
They were livid. Cam was on his feet, furiously pacing the floor, muttering under his breath that he was going to kill everyone, and it seemed like Wes, David and Jeff were on board because after a few minutes a very elaborate plan was formed; it included beheading and flame throwers.
Trent was silently crying and Blaine and Nick were by his side, pushing Shane and Kurt away to hug the small boy and comfort him.
Reed just accepted the comfort and waited for them to calm down and for the information to sink in so he could try and answer their questions that were surely to come.
The ruckus died down after a few minutes and they all got back to staring at him expectantly.
"I…um…I have to go to New York in a couple of days. The trial is starting on Monday and I have to be there."-he said quietly, his heart nearly bursting through his skin as he realized that all of his friends are still there for him and they truly wanted to be around him; not because they had to but because they liked him.
"Are you up for it? Will you be okay?"-Blaine asked him still standing really close to him even though Shane pried him from his boyfriend so HE could keep holding him.
"I think so…Shane will be there so that helps a lot."-he smiled up at the dancer lovingly and Shane's breath got caught in his lungs. His angel was beyond magical.
"Wait Shane gets to go with you?"-Kurt asked sounding really offended and wearing his best I-have-the-best-plan-ever-so-you-better-listen-to-me face in the world.
"Reed's mom asked the Dean if I could be excused from my classes to be there with him. She said I could so I'm going. I would have gone anyway but it's better when she said yes."-he smiled at Reed who just curled even more into his side, nuzzling his neck.
The rest of the boys were pretty surprised by this because Reed always kept their physical contact to a minimum when they were in public. But now he was seeking Shane's embrace and they felt a bit better knowing that he was finally completely at ease around the older boy.
"Well that's really amazing. It's good that he'll be there for you. Now…I think you two should pack and the rest of us have a lot to do so we'll see you at dinner ok?"-Kurt bitch glared at the group of slightly confused boys and they jumped to their feet, greeting Reed and Shane and rushing out of the room. Because well…Kurt bitch glared at them.
"What was that?"-Reed asked looking just as confused as Shane felt.
"I have no idea. Wanna start packing? I could help!"-he responded knowing that it will take Reed ages to decide what he wants to take with him, and then probably another decade to change his mind…twice.
"Yeah I should start but you don't have to help me. You need to pack too."-Reed said standing up and walking to his closet.
"Bambi, it takes about 10 minutes for me to pack. You on the other hand…I don't think you'll have time to eat or sleep if you don't start right away."-he laughed gently.
"Shut up. I'm not that bad!"-Reed blushed because yeah….he was that bad.
"Sure you're not, honey. Now let's get started."-together they pulled a few of Reed's suitcases and started packing.
"Come in!"-there was a confidant sounding voice coming through the thick, dark wood of the door leading into Dean Ramsay's office.
As soon as the invite was delivered a large group of overly excited boys littered the small office.
"Boys, is everything okay?"-she asked with a worried look in her eyes. She took great pride in letting the boys know she was there for them whenever they needed her. But they were teenage boys after all so her invite always remained just that. Which is exactly why she was a bit startled when all of a sudden there were 8 eager looking boys in her office.
"It's all good Mrs. Ramsay, don't worry. But we did have something to talk to you about."-Kurt said to her calmly and she gestured for them to try and find a place to sit down.
"Okay, what is it?"-she asked them curiously.
"We want to go to New York for Reed's trial."-Kurt answered and all the boys nodded in agreement.
Five minutes earlier
"Care to tell us why you bitch-stared us out of Reed's room?"-Cam asked amusedly after they found themselves in the hallway again.
"Because we're going to see Dean Ramsay and ask her to let us go to New York to support Reed."-Kurt answered with a look of superiority on his gorgeous face.
"Oh…well that makes sense but…I don't think she'll let us."-Nick said in his usual serious, intelligent tone.
"Well maybe not. But I'm going to be there for him regardless. I think I have to. I just thought that she would appreciate if I asked first. You don't have to go if you don't want to."-his blue eyes were shoving such determination to support his best friend that Blaine fell in love with him all over again.
"I'm right there with you."-he said pecking his lips lightly and wrapping his arm around his thin waist.
They both looked around to see their friends' reaction.
Cam's face broke into a huge grin.
"Like hell you're going without me."
Wes and David just nodded.
"Count us in."
Jeff started hopping around like a mad man.
"Nicky, New York…we're gonna go to New York…I don't want Reed to go there alone…and I want you to come to…I don't like sleeping without you Nicky…so you see you have to come…and…"
Nick held him tightly smiling gently at him.
"Of course you won't have to sleep alone baby. And Reed won't be alone because we'll be right there with him."
Trent clapped excitedly.
"You don't have to ask me twice. I'm going."
Kurt smiled at his friends feeling his heart beating with love and pride and loyalty.
"Then let's go. We have a serious conversation to get over with."
"I'm sorry what?"-Dean Ramsay said staring at the boys in front of her hardly believing her ears. She thought nobody but Shane knew about this.
"We want to go to New York for Reed's trial."-Kurt repeated patiently.
"How do you know about the trial?"-she asked them still not quite believing what was going on.
"Reed told us. We also know that Shane will be going and thank you for letting him. But we're Reed's friends, we care about him a lot and we would like the chance to be there for him."-this time it was Blaine who spoke playing to the woman's emotions with his huge puppy dog eyes and that velvety voice of his that could convince a nun to curse.
"Boys I don't know if that's such a good idea. You'd miss out on a lot of school work and…"-she started but was quickly interrupted.
"We're all willing to take make-up tests when we get back and do the extra work for extra credits for everything we might miss out on. We talked about it and if the teachers don't let us they still have summer classes that we would be willing to sign up for if we don't catch up on everything. We just want to be there for Reed."-Nick, being the best (academically) out of them said this with determination.
They didn't necessarily discussed it but the looks of gratitude in his friend's eyes told him he was right and they would actually do all of that if they had to.
"But what about transportation and sleeping arrangements and everything else? You know it's sort of last minute."-she said when she thought about their plans for school and concluded that they would be able to catch up on the work.
"That's where I come in. My dad will fly us to New York and back. And we'll be staying at his empty apartment. My family only uses it during the summer if we go to New York."-David said proudly knowing that he had just made their trip possible.
"Well…in that case I guess I have no other choice then to let you go."-she smiled at them sincerely, happy that the tormented boy she saw at the beginning of the school year found such good friends and a boy who loved him more than anything.
They jumped and scooped her up in a massive hug laughing and thanking her repeatedly.
"You're welcome. Now go to class."-she said faking strictness but her eyes were smiling and giving her away.
They thanked her one more time before heading out of her office and splitting up to go to their classes.
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Thursday came way too fast for Reed's liking. Shane took his suitcases and wheeled them out in front of the school where the car waited for them.
They said goodbye to their friends and settled themselves in the car.
Kurt decided that their trip will be a surprise and that's why they never said anything to Reed. The reason they never said Shane was because he was terrible at keeping secrets so they decided it was for the best if he was kept out of the loop.
They waved after the car until they couldn't see it anymore. When they made sure the two boys were gone they turned to each other.
"What time is your dad picking us up?"-Nick asked David who just got off the phone.
"In a few hours. That'll give us just about enough time to pack."
"What? I can't pack in a few hours. I thought he wouldn't be here until like Saturday or something. Oh God this is a disaster…"-Kurt screeched throwing his hands in the air wildly and glaring at the boys who were now laughing at their crazy friend.
"I don't think it'll be a problem Kurt. The plane is kind of small so we can all take only two suitcases."-David smiled at him comfortingly. But if he thought Kurt will find this piece of information comforting he was damn wrong.
"Only two…oh my God I think I'm having a panic attack…I just…we don't know how long we'll be there and what the weather is like and where we'll have to go and…oh…"
"Baby relax…tell you what…if you calm down and stop looking at David like you're gonna skin him alive I'll let you use one of mine suitcases. I can work with only one. How does that sound?"-Blaine said to his boyfriend chuckling amusedly at his bewildered expression.
"You'd do that for me?"-Kurt asked as the rest of the boys rolled their eyes and retreated into their dorms leaving the love birds to themselves.
"Anything for you. Now let's go."
By the time they packed their things and said goodbye to the Dean, David's dad was already waiting for them in the small private airport near the school.
They piled up their suitcases and settled themselves into the plane.
By the time Reed texted that he was in New York and that he already misses them, they were on their way to see him.
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Shane fidgeted in the seat of the limo Hilde sent to wait for them at the airport. He was about the meet his boyfriend's mom and he was scared to death.
"Shane…calm down. She already likes you ok?"-Reed took his hand and kissed his knuckles gently.
"But what if she hates me? What if she hates me so much she just makes the driver turn around and take me back to the airport? What if she hires a hit man to murder me in my sleep?"-Shane half screamed in an unusually high pitched voice.
Reed actually laughed out loud at this.
"Well she does have a rather suspicious looking guy on her speed dial…never asked her what he does."-Reed said seemingly thinking back about the strange man.
Shane's eyes went wide at this but the amused look on Reed's face made him relax again.
"Oh that was very cute."-he said mock angrily and Reed stuck his tongue out at him.
"She's gonna love you. Just like I do ok?"-the smaller boy asked shyly looking up at his boyfriend.
"I love you too Bambi."-he answered in the exact moment the car stopped in front of a mansion with too many windows and probably more rooms than its occupants needed.
"Oh God….she'll kill me…"
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She didn't kill him. In fact the first second she saw him and the way he was looking at her son she knew that what they had was way more than a silly teenage relationship.
They were going to last and she couldn't be more happy for her son.
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The weekend passed in a flurry of preparations for Monday's trial; conversations with the lawyer, meeting with Dr. Gray and the defender's psychologist, all the while suffering through flashbacks and nightmares only Shane seemed to be able to stop.
Before they could pull themselves together Monday was there and they went to the court house, silent and weary.
They all knew that in just a few hours the most important event of their lives would start and once it's over that would be it.
Win or lose it will be over and the thought both scared and excited Reed.
He sighed as they pulled to a secluded parking lot and he exited the car.
Safe in Shane's arms he made his way through the sea of reporters and activists, and god knows who else.
His eyes were trained on the floor careful not to catch the sight of his tormentors. He wasn't ready for that just yet.
Slowly he reached the top of the stairs when a familiar looking pair of boots made him look up.
His breath hitched as his eyes fell on the group of boys standing together smiling gently at him.
"W-what are you doing here?"-he asked, voice shaking and eyes misting with emotions.
"You didn't think we'd let you go through this alone did you?"-Kurt laughed and pulled his into a quick hug.
"Now let's go watch some psychos get thrown in jail, shall we?"-Cam exclaimed and together they walked into the court room; scared, worried but above all hopeful that today was the start of a better life for their friend.
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I apologize for a seriously lame chapter -.-