A/N: What are all these interruptions doing in Kurt's story? Honestly. If they want to say something, they should get their own story, not hijack poor Kurt's. Anyway. Hello to all you new readers out there, I hope you're enjoying the ride so far! And to my regulars, thank you for sticking through it and trusting me with all these questions I'm not answering. They will be answered! Incredibly soon, actually. I really appreciate the wonderful comments you guys are leaving, really. You're all lovely, wonderful people. The next chapter will be up by Friday! (And enough rambling. On with the interruption!)
"Who are you? What are you doing in my roo—mmph!"
"Shh! I'm a friend of Montgomery's, now follow me and be quiet!"
"Wes? What does h—hey, wait!
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Where are we going?"
"Common area."
"But… the common areas are locked after curfew?"
"Not for you, they're not."
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"… I don't know what they tell you guys about me, but I'm afraid I have a very limited array of talents. Unlocking doors is not one of them."
"Obviously. I'll be unlocking the door. You're just going to help."
"Help?"
"Yeah. Help. Now give me your hand."
"Why do you need my ha—OH—mmph!"
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"Sorry if that felt a little…"
"Invasive?"
"'Weird' is what I was going to say. We'll have to do it again, though, here's another door."
"Do you ha–AH–mm! Would you stop covering my mouth like that?"
"You bit me! And Montgomery said you were super polite all the time!"
"Yes, well, I'm not at my most gracious at two in the morning!"
"You're gonna have to keep it down if you don't wanna be caught, smart-ass."
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"…You can let me go now."
"I thought I heard something."
"Sure. So let me go."
"Calm down, princess. As soon as I figure out what that noise was."
"You do know touching me means I can feel you more clearly, right? Let me go."
"Why, am I scaring you, Anderson?"
"Flint. Stop bullying the package."
"Sorry.
…Package has arrived, b-t-dubs."
"Yes, I got that."
"David? What's going on? Why are we–?"
"Sorry for scaring you, Blaine, but this is serious. Come inside and close the doors, Flint."
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"What's going on?"
"Wes overheard Andrew speaking with the new Head. About you."
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"…Andrew and Erickson were talking about me."
"Wes said it sounded like an intense conversation."
"Erickson's been giving you evil eyes all week since he took over."
"I'm well aware of Erickson's feelings about me, thank you, Flynn."
"Flint."
"Where is Wes now? Why couldn't he tell me this himself?"
"Andrew caught a glimpse of him while he was eavesdropping. Wes is afraid he's being followed."
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"Why are you telling me this? What's the point?"
"Wes wants you to go along with it."
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"…sorry?"
"Wes wants you to go along with it."
"I—yes, thank you, Flip, I heard it the first time"—("Flint!")—"I'm just… David, why does Wes want me to go along with it?"
"Because if you do, we can finally get enough evidence on Erickson to get him kicked out of here."
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"…You don't even know what they want to do."
"I know we're asking a lot. You have a right to be scared. We'll be watching out for you. If it starts to get too intense, we'll intervene and get you out."
"It doesn't really sound like you're giving me much of a choice.
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(a sigh)
…All right. I'll do it."
"Thank you. And Blaine?"
"Yes?"
"Don't tell anyone about this."
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"… Wow. I don't know why that surprised me."
"Maybe because you're really gullible and sheltered?"
"I really don't like you."
"Feeling's mutual."
"I know.
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Are we finished, David?"
"Thank you for doing this."
"Next time Wes sends someone to 'command' me, tell him I'd like him to be upfront about it."
"I'll pass that along."
"Thank you. Have a nice night. And you, Floyd."
"It's Flint!
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He's a prissy asshole."
"Good to know you two get along so well."
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"Listen, David… when we unlocked those doors…"
"…It's addicting. I know."
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"…Man."
"I know."
"No wonder Andrew's obsessed with him."
"We have to make sure things don't go too far. I know we need to get to Erickson, but Wes has never done anything with Blaine before. He doesn't know how easily things can spiral out of control."
"So, both eyes on the package, then."
"Be careful. Yes."
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"…This is going to be something crazy, isn't it?"
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"Tell Jeff to watch him tomorrow. Wes says we should take shifts."