I just wanna say - there has been a thing going round about people saying they hate it when Kurt says 'Oh my Gaga'. I orginally included this in my fic through a suggestion by a reader, who quite rightfully stated that Kurt isn't religious, so probably wouldn't use oh my God. I have also had many positive comments about this. So it is staying :D

Also thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter guys. You rule! But if you want a reply then turn on your private messaging! :D

Liz xxx

Chapter 35 - Trashed

The scene was horrifying. Blaine's Corvette was barely unrecognisable – someone had thrown white paint all over the bonnet and the windows were smashed. I let out a loud gasp and grabbed hold of my boyfriend's arm, him still reeling from the original shock.

"How could anyone do this?" Gabriel said, disbelief in his tone. "Did they catch it on the cameras?"

"No. I checked. There was a glitch, so they have no idea who did it." For a second nobody said anything else. This was terrible. Suddenly Scott walked towards one of the wheels, glass crunching under his feet.

"Hey, did you see this?" Reaching down he swiped up a small piece of paper and brought it over, brushing it free of any debris. All of us craned to look at the note.

You are going to pay.

"Pay for what?" Artem asked the question but nobody answered. Blaine had nothing to pay for.

"Is there anyone you can think of that might want to do this? Something someone else did connected to you or something?" Gabriel asked, putting his thinking hat back on. Blaine shook his head, with me following suit, before suddenly, I stopped.

Horror ripped through me. Pure unadulterated horror.

"Oh no."

"Kurt? Kurt what's wrong?" My face was white. Blaine looked concerned, holding me tightly so I wouldn't collapse. It couldn't be…

"You don't think…Scott…" I couldn't even bring myself to say it – that the cause of this may have been from me. All of a sudden my best friend realised.

"No. He wouldn't do that. NO."

"Will someone tell me what's going on?" I shuddered, self-hatred ripping through me and built myself up to reply.

"We think, this might be Damien Dubrisque." Blaine looked confused.

"Damien? What on earth does he have to do with this?"

"Um…we think it might be, a prank." As his face dropped my heart sank.

"A PRANK? Are you SERIOUS? There are hundreds of dollars worth of damage to this car! All because I'm Scott's Head Boy?"

"No, not because of that - because you're my boyfriend."

I cowered, waiting for the wave to hit.

"What."

"Wait – Blaine didn't know about this?" A wince shot through me at Gabriel's words – wishing to every God in the world that I'd not kept this a secret.

"I knew about the prank war – but not that Kurt was involved! How could you not tell me this?" Blaine looked hurt, his brow creasing together in that way that made me want to cry – the way I'd seen him look when we'd had our argument before Christmas.

"I didn't think you needed to know – you already had so much on – I didn't want to worry you…"

"When did you decide what I do and don't need to know? I'm your boyfriend – you should tell me everything!"

"I know! I'm so sorry!"

"Why would you even get involved with something like this? It's just not you!"

"I, I don't know. I just wanted to help Scott."

"It's not Kurt's fault – I got him into this. If there's anyone to blame it should be me." Scott suddenly said, stepping forward to take the wrap. "I never thought it would get this bad – Damien's never done anything like this before. I'm so sorry."

"Well, sorry won't pay for the damage to my car." Wiping away angry tears Blaine stalked off, leaving the rest of us in stunned silence and me fighting back tears of my own.

"Don't cry Kurt." Gabriel said, pulling me into a hug so I dug my face into his shoulder. "Blaine's just upset – he'll come around."

"I don't understand!" I replied, my voice filled with confusion and anguish. "Why would Damien do something like this? I didn't do anything to him! There was no reason to get Blaine involved."

"Well, all I can say is that he's totally gonna get it now." Scott balled up the note, clenching his fists and kicking away a stray piece of glass. I had to sort this out. I had to make it right.

Half an hour later I was making my way towards Dahl. I'd never actually strayed this far up the campus before – never really needed to. Now however, I was on a mission. The building was pretty much the same as all the others, although I noticed with slight apprehension that there seemed to be large chunks taken out of some of the statues and carvings that adorned the walls – probably the casualties of all the pranks that had been carried out there. Marching through the main door I stomped my feet loudly, before stopping a few feet into the main corridor when I realised I had no idea where I was actually going. I didn't know where Damien's room was, or if he even lived on campus (that could be embarrassing). I was about to begin strategising when suddenly a face appeared from one of the doors opening out into the corridor. It was Richard.

"Oh, hi Kurt." The Warbler recognised me instantly, smiling and coming out of the doorway towards me. "What brings you to Dahl?"

"I need to speak to Damien." I said, not wanting to get distracted by pleasantries. "It's important." At the mention of the fencer's name, Richard's face darkened.

"You want to talk to Damien? Is this about the prank war?" Oh Gaga – everyone had known about this but Blaine. The guilty pang in my gut got stronger.

"Maybe."

"Well. I'm not sure if he's here. You can check his room upstairs if you like. It's number thirteen." Oh how ironic.

"Thanks." Smiling in gratitude but not staying to chat, I turned round and began my ascent up the winding stairs, almost identical to Wilde's but again slightly more aged and weathered. I wondered how many pranks had gone down here and how many Richard, or Damien for that matter, had been a part of.

When I reached the first floor corridor there were a few Dahl students milling about, discussing some project they'd been doing. Upon my arrival they all turned to look at me, their eyes widening when they saw my Wilde tie. It wasn't uncommon for W students and D students to frequent their own brother houses – but for the two letters to mix was something of a scandal. Ignoring their stares I briskly walked past until I reached room number thirteen. There were two names on the door – one that I'd never seen before and the other I recognised very well

D. Dubrisque

Taking a deep breath, I held out my hand and rapped sharply three times on the wood. Well he obviously couldn't be that powerful or influential if he still had to share a room. At least I had that up on him. After a few seconds of waiting the door slowly opened, but only partially – it being held back by a security chain.

"Name and purpose." A voice rang out, heavily tinged with Latino tones. I went temporarily quiet, surprised by the strangeness, but eventually found my voice.

"Kurt Hummel. I'm here to see Damien."

"Does he know you are coming?" I laughed.

"No. He doesn't." Who was this guy? Damien's doorman? Surely if he was in the room he would be able to hear all we were saying. This was a very odd setup indeed…

"Normally Damien doesn't see people unless they've specified to him beforehand." Another laugh escaped from my lips, this one incredulous. What on earth?

"Well this is me specifying now – I want to see him. It's about the prank war with Scott Macleod." Suddenly something seemed to click, a buzzword that Latino doorman understood. I heard the sound of chains rustling and then slowly the door was opened fully. When I could see the doorman fully I realised that he was in fact a boy I'd seen in a couple of my Spanish classes. He looked at me cautiously, almost as if he was surveying me for concealed weapons, before nodding his head swiftly.

"Ok. You can see him." I looked around the room expecting to see the Dahl celebrity perched on the end of a bed, a grin stretching across his face from making me work for nothing. There was nobody else in the room. Doorman's things were scattered around the room, but there was only one bed, the rest of the space taken up by huge cabinets that looked to be filled with all kinds of weird and mysterious things. My confusion grew.

"Er, where is he?" Doorman smiled.

"Through here." Leaning in front of me he twisted the handle of a door that if I hadn't looked closely at, would have been completely camouflaged into the wall, opening it to reveal a whole new room, in fact the room next door, which I hadn't seen a door to in the corridor. Holy hell. Not only did Damien have his own room, he had another junior to police who came into it. That was power.

As soon as I stepped into the room I was immediately hit with the strong smell of incense – it clouded the room and made the air heavy and thick. Wafting the area surrounding my face I coughed and strained my eyes to see Damien perched on the end of his bed, legs crossed and his palms resting on his thighs facing upwards, almost like he was meditating. Above him on the wall was what looked like a tigers head, mounted onto a plaque. The sight shocked me and I jumped back so my leg clattered into a very large bong.

"Hello Kurt." I'd been about to exclaim something (quite frankly this was ridiculous – I'd never seen anything like it.) when suddenly Damien spoke, still with his back to me. I imagined he'd heard my conversation with doorman but it was still unnerving. Turning round on the bed with his legs still crossed I saw he had a pair of orange headphones in, which he delicately plucked out of his ears before tossing them nonchalantly onto his pillow.

"What brings you here?" It was then I was brought back to reality. With all the smoke and mirrors I'd almost completely forgotten my reason for coming. Now it was mentioned though, the image of Blaine's pained face and the pang in my gut returned. My face hardened.

"We need to talk. About the prank war." A smile spread across Damien's face.

"Conceding already? I thought Scott would have had the decency to come to me himself."

"No." I replied, trying to keep my voice as cold and commanding as possible. "This is about what you did to Blaine. It was uncalled for."

"Oh. Blaine? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." Getting up Damien jumped over to where I was standing by the door and fished the bong out from behind my legs. He wandered over to a chest of drawers and picked out a packet of shisha, dropping the contents into the dish.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Just because I'm in this prank war now doesn't mean you have to involve him. He didn't do anything." Damien looked up – I saw the flash in his eyes – that wild streak that always made him seem dangerous, unstable.

"I'm sorry – I know you seem to think I have an involvement in whatever it is you're talking about, but I have done nothing to Blaine." Oh come on.

"Fine. If you want to be picky, you got Oscar and Phoenix to do it. However you put it you still had a part."

"What is it exactly that I've supposed to have done?" Flicking open a lighter he lit the shisha and I watched the smoke twirl through the air. How on earth the smoke alarms hadn't been set off I had no idea.

"You trashed Blaine's car. Completely trashed it. Hundreds of dollars worth of damage. Do you call that a prank?" To my complete surprise, the Dahl student's eyes widened.

"No, I do not. His car was trashed?"

"Windows smashed, paint thrown all over the exterior. There was a note placed in the windscreen. I thought that was your thing." Suddenly my conviction didn't seem so certain. There was something off about Damien's reaction – either he was an extremely good actor or he really had had nothing to do with it.

"Yes, that is indeed 'my thing'. But I can assure you that damage of personal property to that magnitude has never been my style. Especially when, as you said yourself, Blaine is not a part of this war." Placing his face in the smoke and inhaling deeply for a moment our conversation was broken – for a split second I had time to think. If Damien hadn't been a part of this stunt – something I was beginning to believe was actually true – then who had?

"So if I didn't, then who did?" Emerging from the smoke I jerked in surprise at Damien's response, wondering if he could somehow read minds too.

"Well, er…" I dithered. I'd never even thought it could have been anyone else.

"I can assure you I will assist you however you please to catch this culprit. Extreme and malicious vandalism is not something that should be tolerated at Dalton. I can inform Cox for you too if you like." Oh Gaga. I didn't want to even imagine what kind of freaky messed up relationship he had with our head.

"Um, no, that's ok," I hurriedly replied, "Blaine has already reported it. But…thanks." With that I realised I had no further need to be in the room. To be honest the atmosphere was beginning to make me feel uneasy and I felt relief rush through me when Damien bowed his head, declaring that our meeting was over.

"I look forward to our next encounter." He said ominously, before I turned and exited the room as quickly as possible.

Once in the safety of the corridor I took several deep breaths, trying to rid my lungs of the smoky taste of shisha and calm down my heart rate. What on earth had just happened? Well – we knew now that Damien and he motley team of prankers had had nothing to do with it. So who had?

"Thanks for doing this guys." I looked up from the part of the bonnet I had been scrubbing and smiled sympathetically. I'd gone and told Blaine about my discovery at Dahl along with a large medium drip and some chocolates and he'd forgiven me for my lying, on the condition I promised never to keep anything like that from him ever again. We were now trying to desperately clean his car (along with Gabriel who had happened to be around and offered his services) and forget this had ever happened. The car would have to be repainted (something that upset Blaine the most, as it would take away the vintage aspect he'd loved so much about it) but Gabriel had promised to get a friend of his to give us discount.

"No problem." I shot a look of thanks over to Gabriel, wondering how I'd ever survived with him not being there to lend a helping hand or keep me positive and sighed. Despite everyone else being optimistic I was still focused on finding the culprit. And tearing his brains out.

"Wow, having car trouble Blaine?" Suddenly a voice boomed out from a few metres away, making all of us stop what we were doing and look up. Xavier stood staring at us, surrounded by Darwin seniors and brandishing a cup of coffee in his hand. There was a smirk on his face, one that stretched right for ear to ear and showed off his shiny white teeth.

"Ooh, that's gotta sting." He whistled, turning to his friends and laughing along with them. Gaga he was such an asshole. I oughta… Suddenly it clicked.

"YOU!" The word shot from my mouth like a bullet. Xavier turned round abruptly but I was already halfway towards him, brandishing my can of white spirit like a weapon. Without realising it my arm lashed out and I flung the coffee out of his hand, sending it flying through the air and splashing onto the parking lot floor several feet away.

"Woah! What's your problem?" Xavier shouted, the temper I was now so used to seeing flaring up again. My rage however towered over it.

"IT WAS YOU! YOU DID THIS! YOU COWARD!" Again without even realising what I was doing I lunged towards him – Xavier stepped back but several of his friends moved forward and one sent a punch into my gut so I buckled over in pain.

"HEY!" I heard Gabriel's voice ring out and he rushed over to grab hold of me. I clutched my stomach but still tried to fight free of him, my thoughts only on reaching Xavier and destroying him.

"You don't even think do you? You just do whatever you want! I hope you rot in hell!" I felt bile in my mouth as I realised my voice was wavering, the anger and pain draining me. Xavier was now looking at me with fear in his eyes, like he thought I was crazy. I probably was.

"Xavier." Suddenly I saw Blaine walking over towards the Darwin Head Boy. Instantly I jerked out to stop him but Gabriel's grip was firm and he held me back.

"I'm sorry, Kurt shouldn't have acted like that." He said calmly, holding up his hands to show he didn't want to fight. "But your friend shouldn't have punched him either." I saw Xavier jerk his head towards the boy that had hit me and send him a glare. Yeah, as if he hadn't planned that all along. The guy hated my guts.

"I have to ask though – did you do this? Did you do this to my car?" I trained my eyes on my nemesis – searching for any flicker, any sign that he was guilty so I could break free of Gabriel and beat him to death.

"No! No man I swear! I think it's funny but I would never do that! Do you think I'm crazy? Cox would expel me!" Xavier replied hurriedly, as if he somehow realised the severity of the situation. For the first time he looked scared. Blaine stared at him for another couple of seconds, searching like me for anything that would tell him the Head Boy was lying. Then, slowly, he stepped away.

"Well I suggest you leave now then."

"Yeah. We will do. And keep your boyfriend on a leash, he is freakin crazy." Now he knew he was in the clear the old Xavier returned – he shot me a look and I bared my teeth at him, making his face briefly tremble and satisfaction pool in my gut. Well, at least I had him scared of me now. As the Darwin group swiftly walked away Gabriel finally loosened his grip and my legs gave way underneath me. Blaine rushed over to catch me as I fell forward and I threw my arms around him.

"Kurt! What were you doing?" He asked, half angry half relieved that I was ok. I buried my head into his shoulder, glad to breathe in musky scent of his skin again.

"I thought it was him. I was gonna kill him."

"I know! But are you ok?" Pulling me away from him he looked down at my stomach and I winced at the movement.

"Yeah, just a bit sore."

"Oh God. I'm so sorry." Pulling me in again I felt kisses being pressed to the top of my head and my ears and sighed. So it wasn't Damien. And it wasn't Xavier. The mystery continued…