A/N: So, i have accepted a challenge to write as many chapters as possible before the season finale of the glee project. so just a little fyi, these chapters posted today probably aren't going to be my best writing. i'll also try to post one chapter afterwards as well.
I've also decided i'm going to wait until 75 reviews to make a spin-off because either i have struck an incredible bit of luck, or the same person sent in 18 annonymous reviews, so I'm going to wait just to be safe.
"Why didn't you say something?" she asked quietly, when she and Artie met in their study group. Their study group of only two people.
He tried to form a sentence, but couldn't pull it off. He settled for shaking his head as he answered, "I honestly didn't want anything to do with it. I want to go to Stanford and I can't afford to have an office refurral on my resumee in my senior year."
"You still could have asked them to do no do it, though, Artie. I just don't understand why. I just thought we were friends." that seemed to hurt him a bit. That was when he dropped his pencil and settled for just speaking.
"Look, we tried to stop them. Me, Tina, Mike, Finn. We really tried, but in the end, we knew the best thing for us to do would be to just not have anything to do with it."
"So you just didn't want that to be you. You didn't want to be the one to be slushied." It was at that point that she picked up her books and began to make her way to the door, whispering, "Well, I can see where our friendship stands for you."
He flew backward in his chair as he tried desperately to keep up with her speedy pace, "I didn't mean it like that!"
She looked back at him, the tears threatening to fall. Then she nodded, as soon as she was free in the hallway to take off in whatever direction she felt best with, "Yes you did." she answered for him reluctantly. The first real friend she had made at Lima turned out to be unloyal. It hurt.
But little did Lindsay know, the only reason Artie was so quiet around her and about her...was because he had been pining after her. And he knew full well about both Cameron and Damian, both of which she already had wrapped around her finger, bending to her every whim.
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"I don't understand how this is beneficial at all." Blaine groaned in humiliation, parading around in a ridiculous outfit that Alex and Kurt had created for him to model. A kilt with a purple wife beater and a white ascot.
"The ascot is name brand," Kurt reasoned, "The rest we just found around. I thought it would be funny."
"Well, thanks." he groaned, as Alex snapped a picture.
"That's going on Twitter." Alex laughed maniacally.
Blaine closed his eyes, willing the ridiculous outfit to just disappear into oblivion, "Thanks Kurt." he groaned, as his boyfriend practically rolled on the floor in laughing fits.
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Alex didn't know what to think. While hanging out with Kurt and Blaine he tried his best to look chipper and excited, but it was hard to pull of such a thing when just the morning prior he had driven a person he barely knew all the way to Wisconsin, where he had hooked Samuel up with a friend from Boy Scout camp who would take him the rest of the way. Alex was still back in time for class in the morning and goofing off with his new found best friends afterward. He couldn't believe the turn of events. He knew that if the state ever found out that it was him who had helped the fugitive out of the country, his scholarship for the fancy all-boys school would be rebuked and he would be forced to put up with the toils of public school once more. He knew he had ultimately made the wrong decision, but still, helping a friend, along with the fact that he was in an exhausted haze from the fact that he had been forced to leave the comfort of the school at 3:30 in the morning had desperately impaired his judgement.
Still, he put on the brave smile-y face and acted like a goof ball right along with Kurt and helped in making the atrocious outfit that Blaine was being forced to model. He never wiped the grin off his face. He even laughed every once in a while. He took pictures he claimed would be put on Twitter, and then ran when Blaine tried to take his phone to remove the pictures.
Yes, life as usual for the most part.
Alex knew that eventually he was going to have to tell someone, but he just hoped that by that point, Samuel and his little sisters were so far off the American radar that the only person who was going to recieve the repercussions would be himself. Later that night, when he knew Blaine was asleep and Kurt had gone off to his own dorm, he pulled out his journal for a bit of venting.
Dear Diary,
What have I done? I can't believe that Samuel Larsen, the guy who used to throw me into dumpsters and call me quir, was the one person I helped across the freakin' border without a second thought. How am I going to fix this? How the hell. Am. I. Going. To. Fix. This?
He slammed the book shut as the door to the dorm was thrown open and the Dean came through, casting the light of a flash light in different directions all around the room. Behind the dean, policemen with heavy equipment filed in. One of the men slung his gun behind his back, grabbed Blaine by the arm and literally tossed him across the room, flipping his four-poster in the process. In his groggy state, Blaine fell back over as he tried to stand up, and Alex helped him to his feet as he saw a heavy crowd of young men come running past their dorm, "What the hell is this?" he yelped, as Blaine finally managed to get to his feet, and Alex watched as they flipped his bed as well.
"A boy in a town close by has gone missing and we're being searched for any evidence. St. Mary's is as well. They're telling us it's routine, and we're asking all students to sleep in the cafeteria tonight." the Dean informed, as he ushered the two boys out of their dorm, "Collect the things you'll need for tonight and we'll have to go through everything else." they quickly stepped back into the room, trying to slide between the feral police who were pushing things off of shelves and desks, completely ransacking the dormitory. Blaine simply grabbed his pillow, and a change of clothing for the next day. Alex grabbed a sheet from off of his bed, sneaking his diary off in between the sheet and the pillow he had smuggled out of the room. They didn't seem to notice, or if they did, they didn't seem to find anything strange about it, and let him go.
Alex breathed a sigh of relief, before he realized what was going on. They were searching. For anyone who had seen anything out of the ordinary. Certainly someone saw him walking through the halls at night, which they were not supposed to do and was punishable with a week's detention. They would come to talk to him, eventually. He knew that the missing person was Samuel. He had to play stupid as long as possible, though.
On the way to the cafeteria, he had to pass through the Common Room, where there was a blazing fire crackling in the fire place. He made up his mind quickly, took in a heavy breath, and dropped his diary into the fire.