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Chapter 4

"So what days of the week does Glee club meet?" Peter asked Blaine the next morning as they all sat around the kitchen table for breakfast. This morning's breakfast was very simple. They all just had a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee—although in Blaine's case, it was a glass of orange juice because Peter thought Blaine was too young to drink coffee.

"Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays," Blaine replied, only half listening. He was still working on his plan as to how exactly he was going to get away with avoiding Kurt in school that day. The main problem was French class, because he couldn't very well prevent Kurt from sitting next to him in the class.

"Perfect, then you can head to work with me after school on Tuesdays and Thursdays," Peter said. "Cooper said he was going to work his schedule around picking you up from school so that he could take you into the city. He mostly works at home, so it shouldn't be much of a problem for him."

"Great," Blaine said, trying to reign in the sarcastic tone.

He had admittedly forgotten that he was supposed to go into the city a couple times a week to help out his Uncle at work. He didn't really want to talk about Mr. Clarington. It wasn't that he wanted to keep the man out of trouble, it was more that he didn't think Mr. Clarington would go down without a fight. Clearly he would know that it was Blaine who was talking to the FBI. Mr. Clarington's only other regular accomplice was his son, so odds were that it wasn't him that was going to nark.

"The tasks that I set you at work won't take too long. It will give you plenty of time to do your homework after doing them," Peter said, as if that was what was stressing Blaine out about the situation.

Blaine just nodded and got up from his place at the table. He was over breakfast already; he couldn't believe that he was actually preferring to go to school at the moment. At least he was being trusted to walk to school by himself. He used the word 'trust' lightly, though. It wasn't like Peter wouldn't immediately know if he decided he didn't want to go to school. The pain in the ass anklet would do that work for him.

Blaine walked into the school and immediately had to test out his skills at avoiding Kurt. Kurt was at the other end of the main hall talking with Mercedes. Blaine dodged down the side hallway and sprinted to his locker. He hurried to gather up his stuff and then headed to his homeroom. It was when he got to homeroom that he realized that he didn't go to it yesterday—he had no idea if Kurt was in this class or not!

Blaine felt like time dragged on slower than it ever had until the bell rang. He sighed in relief when he found that Kurt had not walked into the room, a thought just yesterday he never thought he would have. The only one that he recognized in his homeroom class was Tina. She was very quiet and sat in the front of the classroom, far away from Blaine. He wondered if Kurt had told all of his friends about how he had freaked out and ran off yesterday. By now the entire Glee Club probably thought that he was a freak.

Blaine had a plan for French class. He was going to hold off and be one of the last ones to walk into the classroom. That way he was picking the seat, not Kurt. His plan didn't work, though. He walked into the classroom and found that the only seat left in the classroom was next to Kurt. Blaine sighed and walked over and sat down next to the boy.

"Hey," Kurt said the moment Blaine sat down, "Are you going to tell me what that was all about yesterday?"

"It was nothing, sorry I just had something that I had to do," Blaine replied, looking anywhere but at Kurt.

"What was that beeping noise?" Kurt asked, but as if by some miracle, the teacher began talking at that moment. Blaine was saved. As soon as the bell rang, Blaine was up and out of his seat like Kurt had been the day before. He was just happy that he didn't have Glee Club that afternoon. It just meant that it was one less place that he had to attempt to dodge Kurt.

The final bell rang and Blaine hurried to his locker and walked out the front door. Cooper was chilling outside his car, leaning casually against it. He was getting several stares from girls who clearly thought he was very good looking. Blaine rolled his eyes and walked on over.

"Stop preening," Blaine said with a sigh. "You are out of college, you don't need to be leading jail bait on."

"I can't help being so good looking," Cooper replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying all of the attention he was receiving.

"Let's go," Blaine said, dragging him away from the hood of the car and pushing him toward the driver's door.

Blaine walked around the car and slumped into the passenger seat. Cooper got into the driver's seat, with way too big of a smile on his face in Blaine's opinion. Cooper definitely got way too much of an ego boost from this trip.

"Are you ready for this?" Cooper asked, pulling out of the spot and fiddling with the radio.

"No," Blaine replied with a groan. "But it's not like I have any choice in the matter."

"Blaine," Cooper said with a sigh.

"I know, I know," Blaine replied. "I should be grateful. I'm a teenager, though. At least allow me a couple moments of self-pity."

Cooper just rolled his eyes and settled on Z100.

"So, meet any cute boys at school?" Cooper asked after a couple moments of silence.

Blaine groaned.

"Is that a yes or a no?" Cooper asked with a laugh.

"That's a mind your own damn business," Blaine mumbled in reply.

"I will take that as a yes," Cooper said, ignoring Blaine's rude statement. "But based on the attitude, things aren't going the way that you planned."

"Wow, you are a regular Sherlock Holmes," Blaine's said, rolling his eyes.

"What he found out about the anklet and won't talk to you now?" Cooper asked.

"Not even close," Blaine answered. "He doesn't know about the anklet, and I'm the one who is trying to avoid him."

"Blaine, give the guy a chance. You never know, he could surprise you," Cooper said.

"Okay, Dr. Phil, I will think about it," Blaine said, shifting in his seat and hoping that the conversation was over.

Cooper luckily dropped it after that. The two brothers spent the rest of the ride into the city talking about football, a favorite of both boys. Despite what their mother thought, Blaine could be gay and still like things like football—some people loved to hold on to their stereotypes, though.

When Cooper pulled up in front of the FBI building, Peter was there waiting for Blaine. It had started to drizzle a little, so he was standing there with a black umbrella.

"How was school today, Blaine?" Peter asked as they started walking into the building, attempting to cover both Blaine and himself with the umbrella.

"Fine," Blaine replied with a shrug, not even trying to walk under the umbrella. He honestly didn't care if he got wet. It wasn't as if his looks mattered in the FBI building, half the people in there had seen him dragged through the doors in handcuffs.

"That's not an acceptable answer, Blaine," Peter said, stopping in front of the doors to the building and closing the umbrella.

"It was school. There were plenty of boring classes. Lots of students and lots of teachers," Blaine replied sarcastically. "Is that better?"

"Watch the tone," Peter said, but turned and opened the front doors.

Blaine followed him through the doors. He got a little bit of a shiver thinking about the last time he had walked through these doors. He had been handcuffed and had an escort of several FBI agents. It was humiliating. He was stared at by everyone in the vicinity. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. It was remarkably different walking through the doors this time. Hardly anyone gave him a second glance. The only time anyone paid them any attention is when they said hi to Peter. Before he knew it, he was walking through the door of Peter's office. Peter gestured to the table that was in the corner of his office.

"You are going to do your work there," Peter said. "I have everything sitting out for you. There will be no need to get up and move around, especially when I am not in here. If I catch you rooting around in the FBI office you will be in a lot of trouble, understood?"

"Yes, sir," Blaine replied with a sigh. He hated being treated like a criminal…despite the fact that he realized he technically was one. The heavy weight on his left ankle was a constant reminder of that.

Blaine sat down and got to work. He quickly got done all of the organizing and stapling that Peter had set out for him. After that was done, he got on to his homework. He had a worksheet for his Algebra class, a lab report to write up for Chemistry, a short essay to write for French, and a chapter to read for both American Lit and US History. He hated to admit it, but he found that working in Peter's office without any real possible distractions allowed for him to concentrate on his homework. He got finished quicker than he ever had, and felt pretty good about his work. He always knew he was smart. He had street smarts, but he also had the ability to well in school. The main reason he didn't do well in school before was because he didn't feel it was important to put much effort into it. He could learn more important lessons out in the real world than he could from textbooks or in a classroom.

"Blaine, how is everything going?" Peter asked, walking back into his office from a meeting. He was pleasantly surprised to walk in and see that Blaine hadn't messed around. He really had done his work for Peter and his homework.

"I just finished my essay for French, so I'm all done," Blaine said, stretching out to relieve his cramping sore muscles from sitting in the chair for so long.

"Good," Peter said. "Get packed up. I have a few questions about Walter Clarington and then we will be all done here."

"What do you want to know?" Blaine asked, shoving his books into his backpack. "Couldn't you ask me these questions any time?"

"I want my team to be there with me," Peter explained, gesturing for Blaine to follow him after he had zipped up his bag.

Blaine followed Peter out of the room, and quickly realized that they were once again headed for an interrogation room. He sighed and begrudgingly followed. To his surprise, and immense relief, at the last minute Peter turned right and went into a conference room instead of staying straight and walking to the interrogation rooms.

Inside were two agents, one that Blaine recognized as one of the agents that arrested him at the museum and the other Blaine recognized as the woman that had put the tracking anklet on his leg.

"Blaine this is Agent Jones and Agent Barrigan," Peter said, gesturing first to a man in a nice suit with his arm folded across his chest and then to a tall woman who was leaning casually against the conference room table.

"We've met before," Jones said with a laugh.

Blaine nodded, shifting uncomfortably on the spot.

"Well, why don't you sit down," Peter said, gesturing toward one of the chairs at the conference table.

Blaine obliged.

"Now how did you meet Walter Clarington?" Peter asked, jumping right in as to waste no time.

"I went to high school with his son," Blaine replied, praying that all of the questions were this easy.

"Hunter Clarington?" Diana asked in search for clarification.

"Yes."

"Were you living with them at all?" Peter continued.

"Yes, I lived with them off and on since I was a freshman," Blaine answered. "It was much more preferable to my own home."

"Even though he was having you commit crimes for him?" Jones asked, incredulous.

Blaine didn't answer that, and instead shifted awkwardly in his seat and coughed.

"Was that part of the terms of you living in his house? Did you have to commit these crimes in order to stay there?" Peter asked.

"No," Blaine replied honestly. "The crimes didn't come until later. They just took me in because they knew how bad things were at home."

"Was there anyone else that was staying there with you?" Jones asked.

"No, it was just Mr. Clarington, Hunter and I," Blaine answered. "Hunter and I are the only ones that work for Mr. Clarington. We fulfilled different needs for him."

"And what exactly would you say the need that you filled for him was?" Peter asked, immensely curious.

"I am very knowledgeable about art," Blaine replied, trying to be as vague as possible. He didn't want to incriminate himself any more than he already had. He still wasn't sure that they knew for certain anything other than the stolen painting the time he got caught.

"As in you could produce forgeries for him?" Diana asked, not wanting to let him dodge the question.

"In theory, yes," Blaine replied.

"Except this wasn't in theory, Blaine, was it?" Peter asked, walking up behind Blaine and clasping a hand on his shoulder.

Blaine stared down at the table.

"Did you produce any forgeries for Mr. Clarington?" Peter asked, directly.

Blaine hesitated a moment before nodding.

"Well I think that we are done here for today," Peter said with a sigh. "I have some things that I need to research and then we will pick this up again on Thursday."

Blaine was relieved to hear his uncle say that—the part about it being done for the day, not the part about continuing on Thursday. Blaine got up from his chair and headed out the door with Peter following closely behind him. When they got down the steps one of Peter's coworkers stopped them. Peter and he began to talk. Blaine was only half-listening to the conversation, really thinking about what amazing food his Aunt would have prepared for dinner that night. His interest was only peaked at the end of the conversation.

"So are we going to see you and El at the Thanksgiving event this Friday night?" the man asked.

"Yes, I am actually going to give a speech at it," Peter replied. "El is excited about it, as always. I'm just hoping it doesn't go as long as it did last year. That was insane."

"I know what you mean," the man said with a laugh. "I will see you there."

The two wrapped up the conversation after that. Blaine waited until they were in the car to bring up what he had heard.

"So you are going to an event on Friday?" Blaine asked innocently, or as innocently as he could muster.

"Yes," Peter replied, and then glanced over at Blaine suspicious. "Why do you want to know?"

"I was just curious as to what you were going to do with me. Please tell me that I'm not going to have a babysitter or something," Blaine said and then shuddered in fear that Peter would actually do that.

"No, we are going to trust you to behave. It's not like I won't know if you leave the house anyway," Peter said with a shrug.

Blaine bristled at the reminder of his anklet. Peter certainly loved to remind him that there wasn't a moment that went by that he couldn't know exactly where Blaine was.

Blaine wasn't planning on leaving the house on Friday, though. He had a completely different plan. If ever there was a way to win over the rest of his school it was to throw the best party they had ever seen. He didn't really care about being popular, he just hoped to create a little bit of a buffer in case people in his school found out about his anklet. The anklet was definitely not going to lead to being very well liked.

Blaine planned for the next few days, talking to the biggest gossips in the school to get the news to spread. Come Friday morning, he was positive that there wasn't anyone in the school who didn't know that he was throwing a party. Blaine also applauded himself for his skills in avoiding Kurt. He had successfully been able to do so, even with Glee club happening on both Wednesday and Friday. He just made sure to sit nowhere near Kurt and to rush out as soon as French class and Glee club were over. He wasn't even sure if Kurt was trying to talk to him anymore.

Come Friday evening, Blaine sighed in relief as El and Peter walked out the front door, dressed in a suit and a fancy black dress. As soon as the car turned the corner and out of sight Blaine picked the lock on the liquor cabinet and the party was officially ready to start. He wasn't disappointed when the party was in full swing an hour later. He knew he was new to the school, but there was a good number of people there that he didn't know. There had to be some people from other schools that were crashing as well.

He had just gotten himself a cup of rum and coke when he was approached.

"Well you must be the famous Blaine Anderson," a voice said, causing Blaine to turn around toward it.

When he turned around, he found a tall brunet boy practically undressing him with his eyes. He was dressed in a plaid button down shirt, khaki pants, and Sperry boat shoes. He looked like he was from a very well off family. Some people just had the aura of money about them, and this boy was one of them.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours," Blaine said with a raised eyebrow, taking a sip of his drink.

"Sebastian Smythe," the boy replied with a smirk, clearly amused by Blaine.

"Are you in one of my classes or something?" Blaine asked.

"No, I actually go to Dalton Academy. I found out about this party from one of my friends. I am always up for a party, so I couldn't resist. Then I got here and heard everyone talking about the mysterious host. From what I've gathered you are new to Westchester and have half of the girls in your grade wanting to get in your pants," Sebastian drawled. "But I don't think you swing that way."

"And what gave you that idea?" Blaine asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He never had anyone read him so easily like that. Most people were shocked when they found out that he was gay. They all seemed to believe the stereotypes, a lot of which Blaine didn't fall into.

"Just a feeling," Sebastian said with a smirk. "My gaydar is unprecedented."

"Apparently so is your ego," Blaine replied.

"And you seem determined to crush it," Sebastian replied, "Is my flirting even getting anywhere?"

At that moment Blaine saw Kurt walk into the room out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know what took over him, but he pulled Sebastian close to him and planted one straight on his mouth. He knew that he was surely feeding this boy's ego now. When he pulled back he saw that Kurt was nowhere to be found.

"So I will take that as a yes," Sebastian said looking like the cat that got the canary.

"Don't read too much into it," Blaine said, and turned around to walk off.

"I see you believe in the saying 'leave them wanting more'," Sebastian called after Blaine, but Blaine ignored him in favor of spying on Kurt.

He couldn't believe that Kurt had actually come to his party. He thought he ruined any chance with Kurt. He had been clearly avoiding him all week. The boy was clearly still curious, though. After searching around for a little he was starting to believe that he had made it up that Kurt was even there at all. Seriously, the boy was nowhere to be found. Blaine began to relax.

He walked into the front room hoping to find someone else to talk to. Luck was not with him though, when he got in there the front door opened and his stomach dropped. None other than Diana Barrigan walked through the door. The glare that she threw at him when they locked eyes was strong enough to kill. She walked over and roughly grabbed a hold of Blaine's upper arm.

"Everyone out now!" Diana yelled, using her free arm to pull out her FBI badge from her pocket.

Her words and her badge seemed to spur everyone into immediate action. They all began rushing out of the house as fast as they could. Blaine thought he was going to die of humiliation. He would take walking handcuffed into the FBI with an escort over this any day. Diana pointed sharply toward the couch in indication that he should sit down. A few more stragglers were exiting, all glancing at Blaine sitting there dejectedly on the couch. Blaine inhaled sharply when he saw that Kurt was one of them. He hadn't made him up after all. He put his head down and glared at the floor in hopes that Kurt wouldn't notice him sitting there.

"Kurt Hummel, get on that couch right next to Blaine," Diana barked, confusing Blaine and causing his head to snap up.

How in the world did Diana know Kurt?

"Diana please don't tell my dad about this," Kurt pleading, walking over to sit down next to Blaine.

While he was doing so, Blaine noticed that he looked down at Blaine's feet, then looked up at him and then back down. Blaine looked down and realized that he was wearing pants that rode up enough to show his anklet when he sat down. Great. Just great. Now Kurt knew about the anklet.

"You know that I have to tell your dad about this, Kurt. He would be so pissed if he found out that I knew about this and didn't tell him," Diana replied, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "You two sit on this couch and wait. I have to call Peter."

Diana walked out of the room and Blaine sighed and leaned back on the couch.

"My dad is going to kill me," Kurt muttered, putting his head in his hands.

"Trust me, my Uncle Peter is going to be a nightmare about this," Blaine replied, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

They were both so lost in their thoughts about how much trouble they were going to be in.

"Okay, come on. You are both coming with me," Diana said, gesturing that they were to follow her outside to the car.

The car ride was the most awkward situation that he had been in since he could remember. It was definitely tense. His fears were realized fairly quickly when it was clear that they were headed to the country club, where Blaine knew the event was taking place. He was going to have to face his uncle right away. His last hope was that since they were going to be in public, his uncle would restrain himself a little bit. It's was a small hope, that he was sure wouldn't actually be realized.

Diana parked the car and didn't say a word as the two boys filed out. She just turned on her heel and walked inside, sure that the boys would follow her in. As soon as they walked in the room it was clear that Peter was expecting them. He was standing by the doorway with another man that Blaine quickly realized was Kurt's father. The other man grabbed Kurt's arm and dragged him off towards one corner of the room, clearly already lecturing him. Blaine was snapped out of his thoughts when his uncle grabbed his arm and started dragging him off to another corner.

"I can't believe that I trusted you to be home alone tonight and you pull this stunt," Peter began.

"You clearly didn't trust me all that much, because why else would Diana be there other than to check up on me," Blaine replied, losing his mind for a couple moments.

"Yes, Diana was there to check up on you. However, it doesn't help your case that it was sure as hell needed," Peter ranted. "You threw a party, Blaine. You have no room to be pissed that I didn't trust you fully to stay out of trouble."

"I didn't go outside of my radius," Blaine said, as if that really made a difference.

"You would be in jail if you did," Peter replied, clearly not in the mood to give him any praise for doing what he was legally required to do.

"Okay, I get it," Blaine said. "You have every right to be mad at me. Do we have to do it here though?"

Blaine had noticed that more and more people had started staring at the two of them in the corner. Not only was he seriously underdressed for this event, he was in ripped jeans and a Ramones tshirt with black converse. He was also way younger than everyone else in the room…well save for Kurt. It was clear to everyone in the room that Blaine was in trouble of some sort. Peter's tense posture just topped it off.

"Yes, I am going to do it right here," Peter replied, pissed that Blaine was trying to weasel his way out of this by making Peter himself seem like the one in the wrong. "You can sure as hell know that you aren't going to be without supervision for a while. Your ass is grounded, got it?"

"I'm already grounded!" Blaine yelled in reply, lifting up his left pant leg. "What the hell do you call this?"

"The luckiest damn deal you are ever going to get," Peter replied. "And if you don't want everyone to stare then you probably should stop yelling."

Blaine groaned and ran his hand through his hair once more.

"Okay, I get it. I'm grounded now," Blaine yielded.

"We will discuss the details later tonight," Peter said. "I have to get ready to give a speech. Come with me."

Peter led Blaine over to an empty table, already cleared of food from dinner. Peter pulled out one of the chairs and gestured for Blaine to sit. The chair was silver with several wooden cylindrical poles making up the back. Blaine sat down and jerked when he felt his uncle grab his right wrist. He instantly felt metal attached to his wrist and then the other side attached to the back of the chair.

"Uncle Peter, you can't be serious!" Blaine protested.

Peter glared at him in reply, turned, and walked off. Great, just great. Blaine sat there uncomfortably for several moments before he heard the chair next to him pulled out. He looked over and saw that Kurt was standing there with his dad.

"You sit here and stay with Blaine or so help me I will resort to Peter's method and handcuff you to this chair as well," Mr. Hummel said, even lifting up his jacket to show that he did in fact have handcuffs on him.

"That won't be necessary dad," Kurt replied. "I will stay here."

Mr. Hummel nodded and walked off leaving Kurt and Blaine sitting alone at the table.