A/N - Hey guys. This is the halfway mark for this fic and I'm really happy with the response :D Keep it coming, yeah? haha But yeah, it's christmas soon but that shouldn't effect me posting this up so no worries kids ;)
Disclaimer - NOT MINNNEE :(
A few weeks later, the whole school had been gathered into the main assembly hall. Blaine had managed to grab a seat next to Kurt, and had already spoken to him about the night before.
Mrs. Hummel and Kurt both appeared at Blaine's door that night to drop off a book for the next day's class. While she was there, she thought she might as well bring up how talented and clever their son was to the Andersons. How wrong she had been. She ended up leaving with a much better understanding of Blaine's home life, and even more confusion as to how he had ended up as smart as he had.
"Sit." Ms. Sylvester shouted across the assembly room, ordering the children to sit down.
"What's going on?" Blaine whispered to Kurt, hoping he might know why the scary woman was glaring at all of the children.
"Beats me." Kurt whispered back, keeping his head facing forward as to not be caught talking across the principal.
"David Karofsky." Sue Sylvester spat the name, detestation colouring the words. All of the children in the hall gasped and turned to look back as they heard a chair scraping along the floor.
"Would little Davey come up here, please?" Sue's smirk was plain for everyone to see.
"Uh-Oh," Kurt said as Dave got up from his seat and waddled down to the front of the room.
"He lives on my block. He's a mean boy and I really don't like him but I don't think he deserves whatever Ms. Sylvester's going to make him do. That'd make me mean." Kurt whispered to Blaine, turning to look at him as Dave took his time walking to the stage. Blaine missed half of what Ms. Sylvester was saying – Kurt's warm breath had fanned out over his face and he could smell the toothpaste he must have used that morning, causing his tummy to do that little flip-flop thing again.
By the time Blaine turned back to the front, Ms. Sylvester was inches away from David's face, spitting words out like fire.
"Well it's hard for me to remember a specific cake." David Karofsky said, biting his lower lip.
"I see. Well this one... was mine. And it was the most scrumptious cake in the entire world." Sue straightened herself up, turning to face the rest of the children slightly.
"My mom's is better." David said quietly, but in the silence of the hall each and every child heard the words and gasped.
"It is, is it? How can you be sure unless you have another piece, you beached whale?" At those words, she grabbed the back of David's shirt and tugged him to sit down at the table she had placed there earlier that morning. Sitting on top of the table was a plate which had a metal cover over it. She put down the riding crop with a slam and took off the cover slowly, showing everyone the big slice of chocolate cake which lay underneath.
Ms. Sylvester picked up a knife, earning another gasp from all of the children. Kurt soft little hand found Blaine's without looking down and gripped tightly. Blaine startled at the action. No one had held his hand before, not even is parents. They would always grasp at his wrist or the back of his neck. He lost his train of thought and relished the soft skin which was clasped tightly in his own hand.
Ms. Sylvester's shout snapped him out of his reverie, bringing him back to the situation at hand. David Karofsky sat in front of the whole hall with a big piece of chocolate cake in his hand, being forced to eat it.
"Don't eat it." Blaine heard Kurt mutter under his breath. He was also hopeful that he wouldn't.
David Karofsky ended up eating the whole slice of cake, right in front of the whole school and right next to Ms. Sylvester. He had chocolate smeared all across his face and all over his hands, and crumbs covering the front of his shirt.
"You seem like you enjoyed it, bubba." Ms. Sylvester snickered at her own nickname before coming to a halt next to David once more as David groaned something which sounded like 'I'm full'.
"What was that? You want some more, Davey?"
"No thanks." David said, glancing at the hall full of his classmates, humiliated.
"But you'll hurt cook's feelings." She snapped her fingers and glanced towards backstage. "Cookie." At that, the school cook came limping out from side-stage carrying a tray full of the large chocolate cake.
"Her sweat and blood went into cooking this cake, just for you. You will not leave this platform until you have consumed the whole confection," David groaned again at the prospect of having to eat some more of that sickly chocolate cake. "You wanted cake, you got cake. Now eat it."
David Karofsky had no choice. He had to eat the cake, whether he wanted to or not. And so eat it he did one forkful or one handful at a time until he looked like he was going to be sick.
"He's going to puke," Kurt said, turning his head away from the platform at the front of the hall. "I can't look." Kurt turned his head further towards Blaine, using his friend's shoulder as a shield from the horrors on the stage. "Is he going to puke?"
"Without a doubt." Blaine said, that warm feeling from having Kurt so close settling into his stomach again.
David slumped forwards in his chair, looking like he was going to pass out into a sugar-induced-coma or something. Blaine watched all of the children cringe in the hall before coming to a decision. David needed some support and encouragement. Without a second though, Blaine stood up from his seat and began cheering David's name.
"You can do it Dave! You can do it." He shouted out, turning the children's attentions towards him. To Blaine's surprise, the other children joined in too and a chant of 'Dave' erupted from the children, encouraging him to eat the remains of the cake on the platter before him.
Once he had finished the cake, he stood up and walked towards the front of the platform earning more cheers from the children. He grabbed the platter off the table and licked it clean before holding it above his head as Ms. Sylvester tried to regain control of the situation yelling 'quiet' and 'sit down' towards the audience.
The hall became suddenly silent as a huge crack sounded from the front. Ms. Sylvester had smashed the glass platter down on top of David Karofsky's head, causing the children to jump down off their seats and sit down silently.
A few seconds of silence passed before Dave let out a massive burp which echoed around the silence in the room.
"Silence," Ms. Sylvester shouted once more. "Each child in this assembly will stay five hours after school and copy from the dictionary. Any children who object will go straight into the chokey, together." Ms. Sylvester then dragged David Karofsky off to the side of the stage by his hair, scowling at any child in her line of eye-sight on her way.
That day when Blaine got home, he was welcomed by his father's beady eyes as soon as he opened the door questioning him why he was five hours late.
"Where the hell have you been?" Harry Anderson screamed at Blaine once he closed the door after himself. Blaine hadn't realised his parents would be so worried about him.
"Ms. Sylvester kept everybody late after school because a kid ate some chocolate cake." Blaine said easily, the light tone not being forced.
"That's the biggest lie I've ever heard. While you were in 'AWOL', there were packages left on the front step for everyone to see; all because you weren't here to bring them in." Harry said, jabbing his finger into Blaine's chest as he walked towards the kitchen to see what he could make to eat. He had missed dinner.
Blaine tried not to let the fact that his father cared more about the packages than the fact that children had been kept hostage for five hours, and not bothered to call and find out where Blaine was.
"Harry," Zinnia's nasally voice rang out, "I don't think this is fair." Blaine's heart jumped up to his throat – was his mother sticking up for him for once? "Look at all this stuff you get from the catalogue and I get nothing." Once again Blaine was disappointed by his parent's selfish behaviour. He simply shook it off, reminded himself that his parents would never change and continued on making his sandwich.
"This isn't from the catalogue, sweetie pie. Its car parts for work." Harry stuffed a few marshmallows into his mouth as he went to sit in his arm chair.
"If it's work, why don't you get it delivered to the office?" Blaine's mother said smartly, a smirk growing on her lips as she thought she'd outwitted her husband.
"Because the cops might be watching the office." Harry snapped at his wife. Blaine stopped making his sandwich for a second to consider something.
"The cops are watching the house. They're parked outside right now." He said; he had seen a car parked outside multiple times in the past couple of weeks with smart shirts and ties and reporting into radios at various intervals. That could only mean one thing – the cops were watching the house. Harry Anderson blinked at Blaine a few times before turning and running to the window, peeking out through the gaps in the drapes.
"You are such an ignoramus. Those are speed boat salesmen, really nice guys." Zinnia said, stuffing a marshmallow into her mouth and following her husband to the window.
"Cops." Said Blaine once more, grabbing his PB&J sandwich off the worktop and following his mother.
"They're not cops. I would know if there were cops sitting outside my house." Harry turned on his son, narrowing his eyes and towering over Blaine despite his short height.
"Are too." Blaine argued.
"Are not, now go to bed you lying little earwig." Harry turned once more to look through the window before returning to his seat.
What with the FBI stalking Blaine's house and Ms. Sylvester terrorising the school, any time Blaine got to spend with his friends was cherished and rare.
Blaine, Kurt, David Karofsky(Who had made amends after Blaine supported him with the cake) and Rachel Berry were playing near the creek when Kurt screamed out shrilly.
"AAAAH. A bug. A bug, a bug, a bug." He screamed, prodding around the mysterious creature with the nets they all had each, having decided it would be handy for a trip to the creak. Blaine ran towards Kurt in a panic, thinking he had hurt himself.
"What is it, Kurt?" Blaine said, hobbling over the rocks and mounds before reaching Kurt's side.
"A bug!" Kurt screeched again. As soon as they saw what 'the bug' really was, they rushed over to where they had stored the glass jars in case of such discoveries. One of them pulled the newt out of the water flow with the net, filled the jar with some water and carefully placed the creature inside.
They got to school the next day, David Karofsky bought a book from home about reptiles and such creatures. They all knuckled down into a debate about what exactly they had caught.
"It's a salamander." Kurt reassured the rest, nodding proudly at his apparent revelation.
"I personally think it's a dragon." Rachel said, holding the jar up to the light to get a better look.
"It's a chameleon." Puck said, who had joined the pack when he saw the yellow-y reptile swimming around in the jar that morning.
"It's a newt," Blaine said, then continued reading from the book Dave had bought in before turning it around to show the similarity of the picture and the real life creature.
Just as everyone agreed that it was a newt they heard the rumbling and banging emitting from a banged up, burgundy car which was well known as Ms. Sylvester's. All five kids stopped what they were doing suddenly; Dave closed his book and clutched it to his chest while Rachel thrust the jar back into Kurt's hands, who hid it under his sweater promptly. They hurried through the front door of the school after the rest of the children eager to get out of Sue Sylvester's rage's borderlines.
"Stupid, useless, piece of junk. Wreck of a car." Sue mumbled as she got out of the car, slamming the door before turning and feasting her eyes on a child to take out her rages on. Blaine Anderson, son of Harry Anderson who had recently sold the used illegal hunk-of-junk to her. Blaine would be punished.
"Anderson!" she yelled, "Sell me a lemon." Blaine paused on the top step before the front door. He was so close to the safety of Mrs. Hummel's room however not quite close enough. "You're going straight into the chokey." Ms. Sylvester spat out, dragging Blaine up the stairs, down the corridor and towards her office.
"The chokey?" Blaine replied, fear creeping into his usually level voice as the things the other children had said about the chokey filled his mind like a flood.
"You need to be taught a lesson, hobbit." Ms. Sylvester snarled, baring her teeth at anyone who got in her way.
"What lesson?" Blaine had always had a problem with keeping his thoughts in his mind when situations turned bad, and they often made things worse.
"You and that scoundrel father of yours think you can make a fool out of me?" Ms. Sylvester tightened her grip on Blaine's upper arm to a degree that it would most likely bruise.
"My father? I'm nothing like my father. " Blaine said, shaking his head slightly when he realised that he'd been repeated parts of Ms. Sylvester's sentences like a parrot.
"That guy with the stupid hair cut. You're a spitting image." Blaine tried digging his heels in the floor as he got closer to the chokey in the principal's office, but she was much stronger than Blaine and despite his efforts he found himself standing in front of the dreaded hole in the wall. The last thing Blaine heard before the door shut him into the confinements of the chokey was 'the apple never drops far from the tree'. As a result, for the length of his stint in the chokey all he could think was how she couldn't be any more incorrect.