See I told you I would get this one up faster than the last one! Thank you so much to any of you that are reading this story, it really means the world to me. Also I mention at one point that Sebastian's father is a Senator in this story, but I know that he is a State Attorney. Him being a Senator worked better for the story. Thanks again to everyone reading, favoriting and reviewing! Love you all.

Chapter 13

"We have to tell my Uncle," Blaine said as the two began to walk toward his home.

"We can't tell your Uncle," Hunter replied, stopping in his tracks. "My dad doesn't take betrayal well and there is no way he is joking. Do you think your Uncle is still going to be able to do anything to protect you after incriminating evidence is handed to the FBI? No matter how much he is going to want to protect you he isn't going to be able to put his ass on the line like that."

Blaine thought about it for a couple moments before grudgingly nodding. Hunter might be right about this. It would be best to not tell his Uncle and just hopefully be able to get away with this under his Uncle's nose. Of course, in order to be able to forge a Raphael he needs the correct supplies so that he can make it as authentic as possible. If Mr. Clarington was adamant that he would figure out how to have Blaine pull it off, then maybe the man was right. The was still free from the clutches of the FBI after all, even though they were all vehemently searching for him.

"Okay, we have to be convincing when we get back then," Blaine sighed. "If you give Uncle Peter even the hint of something possibly being wrong he is like a dog with a bone."

"Well it's a good thing that you and I perfected our poker faces a long time ago then," Hunter replied.

Blaine wanted to say that unfortunately his poker face didn't seem to always work with his Uncle, but ultimately decided to keep that to himself.

Fortunately for them, they didn't see much of Peter when they got back. They were too busy helping Kurt set up the basement for the party. Next thing they knew, the party was in full swing in the basement. The party included amazing treats created by Kurt, a small dance floor, a TV silently playing in the background so they wouldn't miss the ball dropping in Times Square and a karaoke machine for all their musical needs.

"Please sing something," Kurt begged Blaine for the millionth time that night.

Rachel had spent half the night making out with her boyfriend and the other half belting her heart out on the karaoke machine. She was currently preoccupied with Finn, so Kurt thought it was the perfect time for Blaine to go on stage.

"Fine," Blaine eventually replied, not wanting to disappoint Kurt, but also loving the opportunity to perform.

Blaine walked to the little stage area that they had set up and picked up his guitar he had brought down, but that had remained untouched so far.

"This goes out to the best boyfriend in the world," Blaine said and gave a wink toward Kurt.

'We don't have to be ordinary

Make our best mistakes

'Cause we don't have the time to be sorry

So baby be the life of the party

I'm telling you to take your shot it might be scary

Hearts are gonna break

'Cause we don't have the time to be sorry

So baby be the life of the party'

By the time Blaine strummed the last note on the guitar, everyone in the room had their full attention on him. As soon as he finished, the room erupted in applause. Kurt ran up and pulled him into a hug as soon as he put the guitar down.

"That song was amazing, Blaine," Kurt said with a huge smile on his face. "Was that something you wrote yourself?"

"No, it's a song by Shawn Mendes," Blaine replied. "I told you I'm a copycat, not an original."

"I still don't believe that," Kurt replied adamantly, and then pulled Blaine in for a kiss. "I would never date anyone who wasn't an original."

"This is so sickeningly sweet that I might actually vomit," a voice said from behind them.

Blaine recognized the voice, but turned around to double-check because he wasn't sure why he would be there. Lo and behold, when he turned around there he was—Sebastian Smythe.

"What are you doing here?" Blaine asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "How did you even get in here?"

"Are you always this welcoming to your guests?" Sebastian asked, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. "Hunter invited me and your Uncle let me in."

"Seb!" Hunter called out, crossing the room and pulling him into a 'guy' hug. "Glad you could make it bro."

Hunter pulled Seb off toward the food table, leaving Kurt and Blaine on their own once more.

"Did you ever find out how the two of them know each other?" Kurt asked, grabbing Blaine's hand and pulling him to sit on of the unoccupied couches.

"Yeah, they actually met because their dads would attend the same events when they were younger. Sebastian's father is a Senator and Mr. Clarington has conned his way into some pretty high circles. Sebastian and Hunter would hang out during some of these events together and became really close," Blaine replied.

"How did you not meet Sebastian then?" Kurt asked. "You lived with the Claringtons on and off for about two years."

"By the time I moved in with them Mr. Clarington was not hanging around the same circle as Mr. Smythe anymore," Blaine replied. "I'm not really sure what happened, I just know that someone in the circle got suspicious and Mr. Clarington quietly exited before anything exploded."

Kurt nodded his understanding. "I told you, I'm fairly certain you live in a TV show and not in real life."

Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt close to him. "Sometimes I swear I do too, because I have no idea how I snatched someone as perfect as you. You have to be fictional."

Kurt laughed and playfully punched Blaine in the arm. "I realize how cheesy we sound sometimes."

"Yeah, I know," Blaine replied with a shrug. "Haters gonna hate."

"Are you going to burst out into a Taylor Swift song now?" Kurt asked.

"It's tempting."

Blaine and Kurt spent a couple more moments alone together, enjoying each other's company. That all abruptly ended by a loud beeping noise. Blaine pulled up his pant leg in confusion, but saw that the box was green like it always was. It wasn't him that was making the noise. That meant that it had to be Hunter. Blaine got up and searched for Hunter, and found him standing with Sebastian with a red solo cup in his hands.

Before Blaine could ask him what was going on, the door to the basement opened and thundering footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Peter was closely followed by Mr. Fulton who quickly spotted Blaine and Hunter and rushed over. Everyone else in the basement were looking at each other in confusion, having no idea what was going on.

"I swear I just had punch," Hunter defended the moment the two men arrived.

"He didn't even drink!" Blaine exclaimed at the same moment as Hunter spoke and as Peter asked, "What's going on here?"

"Agent Burke, I swear this cup was all I had," Hunter said, handing the red solo cup to Peter.

"What's going on?" Santana asked, not afraid to ask the question that was on everyone's mind.

Her question was ignored though, all four of them too busy trying to figure out what was happening.

"Let me see your anklet," Peter demanded.

There was even more confusion in the room when not Blaine, but Hunter sat on the folding chair and pulled up his left pant leg.

"He's a criminal too?" Rachel asked sounding scandalized. "If this gets out it could really hurt our Glee Club's reputation for Regionals."

Majority of the room turned and stared at Rachel in disbelief. Did she not know when to shut her mouth? Seriously, not everything was all about Glee Club.

"The only possibility is that this punch was spiked," Mr. Fulton said with a sigh, looking intensely at Hunter. "Did you spike this?"

"No!" Hunter yelled in reply. "I'm not an idiot. Why would I drink something with alcohol in it, knowing full well that you would be alerted by this thing?" Hunter shook his leg to indicate the anklet that was still beeping.

Blaine fully expected his Uncle to turn toward him and accuse him of spiking the punch next, but to his surprise Peter turned past Blaine and toward the room at large.

"Did one of you put alcohol in the punch?" Peter asked, crossing his arms over his chest and pulling himself up to his full height. He was utilizing his intimidation methods, knowing full well how to make himself look like someone to not be messed with.

After a couple moments of silence Puck finally muttered out, "I did."

"Come with me you two," Peter said, gesturing for Puck and Hunter. "Blaine, would you do me a favor and dispose of the punch?"

Blaine nodded in reply, immediately heading over to do as was asked of him. His Uncle meant business, and for the time being he was just happy that he wasn't going to be the one on the receiving end of one of his Uncle's infamous lectures.

Blaine quickly dumped the rest of the punch down the drain in the downstairs bathroom and returned to the party, pulling out some 2-liter Coke bottles from the cabinets. After he got everything set up once more, Blaine headed back over to Kurt.

"Well this has been a dramatic night," Blaine said sitting down next to his boyfriend on the couch.

They didn't get too long to relax though, because not even twenty seconds later they were interrupted by Santana.

"So what the hell was that all about?" Santana asked loudly, the rest of the room quieting from their own conversations to hear Blaine's answer.

"I really don't think that it's my place to say," Blaine replied with a shrug.

"Oh come on," Sebastian said from where he was sitting on one of the bar stools. "It's not like everyone here doesn't know that he wears an anklet. He wears a SCRAM anklet which means that not only does it have GPS but it also monitors for any alcohol in his system."

Blaine looked over slightly surprised. He was shocked that Hunter had told Sebastian about it, because typically Hunter was a very private person. It was clear that he didn't want word about this to spread around. It appeared that Blaine underestimated the friendship between Sebastian and Hunter, though.

"So that's what the beeping was," Quinn said in realization. "Puck spiked the punch so it showed that Hunter was drinking alcohol."

"Yes," Hunter said walking down the stairs and joining the party once more. He immediately walked over to Sebastian and the two began a conversation once more as if nothing unusual had happened in the last ten minutes.

Blaine shrugged and turned back to Kurt.

"So has this party been everything that you hoped for?" Blaine asked with a smile, loving the way that Kurt's eyes lit up when he was excited by something like successful party planning.

"Yes," Kurt replied with a grin. "I mean I can't even say that the drama detracted from it, because we all know that I love a good dramatic scene."

Blaine grinned and grabbed Kurt's hands.

"So we have five more minutes until midnight," Blaine said. "Are you going to be my midnight kiss?"

"We will be having a serious talk if I'm not," Kurt replied. "It's not quite as romantic with so many people in the room, though."

Blaine was going to say that he agreed, but then quickly came up with an idea. This was his house after all, there was no reason that the two of them had to stay in the basement.

"Come with me," Blaine said, pulling Kurt along behind him.

They headed up the stairs and out the back door. Blaine began pulling Kurt along a very familiar path. It took Kurt a couple moments, but he finally realized that they were heading for Denton Park. Kurt used to frequent the playground when he was little, but hadn't really explored the park much other than that. Blaine immediately started taking him toward the back of the park and up a hill.

Kurt had never seen his town this way before. The lights of the homes were all shining in the distance, making them seem so far away. Even though the park really wasn't that secluded, being on the top of the hill made them feel like they were in another world entirely—a world made up of just the two of them. Nothing else mattered in that moment but Kurt and Blaine and the tingling feeling in their hands as their skin touched. In the distance fireworks began to explode in the night sky, signaling that it was finally a new year. Blaine cupped Kurt's face with his hands, pulling him in for a soft and sensual kiss. The kiss deepened in intensity, and Blaine's hands began to move down, so that he was running his hands over Kurt's body. Kurt's hands had gone from being on Blaine's back to down into each of his back jean pockets. Blaine had never felt the spark like he was feeling in that moment. He didn't want this moment to end.

Kurt pulled apart, abruptly pulling his hands out of Blaine's pockets.

"What the hell is this?" Kurt asked, pulling out a silver burner phone.

Blaine's heart skipped a beat. He had forgotten that Mr. Clarington had given that to him. When he had gotten back from that confrontation he had gotten so wrapped up in helping Kurt that he didn't have the chance to go and hide it somewhere in his room.

"What is this?" Kurt asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know for a fact that this is not the phone that Peter gave you."

"It's not what you think," Blaine stuttered out.

"Oh really?" Kurt asked, his voice going cold. "Does Peter know you have this?"

Blaine hesitated, not sure how to answer the question. He knew Kurt would never forgive him if he let a lie slip out of his mouth. The hesitation was enough of an answer for Kurt. He knew exactly what that meant. Kurt looked at the screen as it beeped, the message reading: Don't forget about our deal, Blaine. I need that Raphael. I'm not kidding around.

"I can't believe you!" Kurt cried out. "I thought for sure that you were actually making a change. You said to me that you saw that what you were doing was wrong. You lied to my face about all of this! I can't believe that I actually believed you. It's all that stupid Hunter Clarington's fault! Ever since he got here he has caused nothing but trouble, tonight should prove that!"

"Hunter didn't do anything!" Blaine defended. "It was Puck who spiked the punch!"

"Hunter had you sneaking to secret meetings and got you smoking again," Kurt continued as if he hadn't even heard a word that Blaine had said in Hunter's defense. "He's a bad influence on you and you can't even see that! How thick are you?"

"Don't you dare insult my best friend like that!" Blaine spat out in reply, shaking in his anger. He couldn't believe that Kurt was saying all of these things. "Hunter was there for me like no one else in my life ever has been! He's the only one who gets me!"

Blaine realized the words that slipped out of his mouth a moment too late. Kurt stared at him in disbelief and then turn and ran back down the hill. Blaine stood there in shock for a few moments. This had to be a nightmare. What kind of new year was this?

Blaine slowly made his way back down the hill, trying to figure out some way that he would be able to make this right. Maybe if he just explained to Kurt that Mr. Clarington was blackmailing Hunter and Blaine, Kurt might listen and forgive him. That wouldn't make up for Blaine saying that Kurt doesn't understand him like Hunter does. Then again, Kurt said some things that were just as bad. He jumped to conclusions about the whole situation when he clearly didn't know all of the details.

When he finally made it back to the Burke household he saw that most of the cars were gone out front, meaning that the Glee Club members had left. The only one that Blaine recognized was the SUV that Kurt's dad had gotten him as a Christmas present, meaning that Kurt was still there—unless Kurt didn't come back to the house after their fight. Blaine hoped that he came back, because if Kurt walked to his own home then Blaine wasn't able to try to make things right tonight because of his stupid radius.

Blaine wanted to get this conversation over with as soon as possible. They both said things that they regretted, hopefully they both realized that, and then they would apologize to each other and they could go on with the rest of their night. It's not like the night could possibly get any worse…right?

That idea went straight down the drain the moment Blaine walked in through the back door. There sitting at the kitchen table were Kurt, Hunter, Mr. Fulton, Burt and Peter who was sitting with two burner phones on the table in front of him. Blaine gulped, sliding the back door closed behind him. He was wrong—things just got a million times worse.