The most random of random scenes from a Peter in Gotham thing
Peter: "Hey there, Cass. Is everything okay? You look kinda down for someone who is planning her wedding. Are you having second thoughts?"
Cass: "No, never. I want to marry Steph."
Peter:"But?"
Cass: "It's stupid."
Peter: "Well, you are in luck then. For I am an expert in stupid. Lay it on me."
Cass: "It... I... I don't know how... *Switches to sign language* After I escaped from my father, when I came to Gotham and started to learn about 'being normal', Babs showed me some TV shows and movies. Some had weddings in them. And the brides always had their best friends be bridesmaids. And they would go dress shopping together, and do their hair and makeup together. And I remember one where they had a mock race in high heels to see who would be maid of honor. And... I'm not particularly feminine, and this is stupid, and unnecessary, but... I always thought that it would be... Fun... To have this? But I don't have many female friends and... It's stupid. Forget it."
Peter: "Hm.. yeah, I see your problem."
Cass, nodding but disappointed.
Peter: "I mean, I will totally have an advantage over the others. With having perfect balance thanks to my powers. No one is gonna beat me in a high heels race."
Cass, looking at peter with wide eyes: "I, I can't ask you all to-"
Peter: "And, I bet I look way better in a dress than Tim. Duke might give me some competition though. Think Damian is good with makeup? He does have the artsy talent and all."
Cass: "You don't have to- it's stupid-"
Peter: "Dick will be game, but we might have to blackmail Jason a bit. Who do you think has the most embarrassing fotos of him? Tim or Babs?"
Cass: "Peter-"
Peter: "Cass. It's not stupid. It's not too much to ask. It's your guys wedding, and you deserve to have everything you ever wanted."
Cass, eyes teary, throwing her arms around him in a hug: "Thank you."
Summary: Carole’s a cop. Kurt has a secret, but he’s not the only one. That’s how it started out. Now it has more plot and a joyous ending. :D
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Chapter 17: Kurt passe une mauvaise journée
Chapter Summary: Kurt has a bad day
AN: You get the word of the day in 2 languages! Translations at the end of the chapter on AO3. Huge thank you hugs to @anneestuneprofgeek
for the better-than-google translations. P.S. I actually like Holly Holiday.
( tub )
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"Madame Holiday devrait faire laver son cerveau dans un bain d'anguilles! Elle est bien, ma prononciation!"
Burt looked up from his laptop to see that it was Kurt, not Carole entering through the front door, and quickly closed the computer. There were things your kid didn’t need to see you ordering online. Though from Kurt’s angry fuming in French, he doubted his son even realized he was there.
“You okay there, Bud?”
"Ça va aller une fois que j'aurai mon pot de crème glacée et qu'elle ira remplacer dans une autre classe que la mienne."
Staying out of the way, Burt watched as Kurt grabbed a tub of ice cream from the freezer and a spoon from the utensil drawer and stormed up to his room. If he didn’t come down in a little while, he’d bring him some toast. For now, he knew his son needed some time to decompress. He was the same way. It was hard being a parent seeing your kid upset and not be able to fix things.
Burt glanced at his laptop. There was no way he could go back to perusing what he had been, so he picked up the stack of mail and started going through it instead. Buying intimate things for himself and Carole to enjoy could wait. Paying the ever-increasing heating bill on his shop couldn’t.
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Kurt was really glad that his boyfriend had answered his video chat request immediately. He hadn’t gotten to see him after classes had ended and it was time to go home. No waiting around for the other this time either as both of their sets of parents had wanted them back in time for dinner.
But he didn’t want to think about his parents or school right now. He just wanted to see his boyfriend and take out his frustrations on a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream. It wasn’t the same as real cheesecake, but it was a close second. Plus, ice cream.
Kurt took off his Dalton blazer and tie and undid a few buttons on his dress shirt before settling down on his bed and waited for Blaine to settle down as well. Only, Blaine wasn’t just taking off his own blazer and tie. No, his boyfriend was taking off every last stitch of clothing in full view of his laptop's camera.
“Hey, Kurt. What’s up? Bad day? You left before I could catch up with you.” Blaine looked at his screen when he heard Kurt’s gasp and soft moan. There in the small window reflecting what Kurt was seeing was a full close up view of his cock and tentacles. HIs cock that was taking interest in the sounds coming out of the speakers. Taking a step back so he could settle on his bed, Blaine could see Kurt scrambling to remove his own clothes. He hadn’t meant to initiate phone sex, but who was he to stop it? His day hadn’t been that great either a mutual orgasm or two would certainly help improve it.
“Not anymore.” Kurt hastened to remove the rest of his uniform including his underwear. Then he settled back on his bed with his tub of ice cream and spoon. While he and Blaine hadn’t tried sex with food yet, he was sure they could pretend it was Blaine licking it off of his chest. That way he could still have the ice cream and an orgasm. His day was looking up already. As was clearly his and Blaine’s erections. God, he loved having a boyfriend.
As he watched Blaine stroke himself while his tongue-moistened chest tentacles played with his nipples, Kurt took a lick of the spoonful of ice cream and then sexily smeared the rest down his chest and over his nipples. “Fuck that’s cold!”
His body’s reaction upset the container precariously perched on his stomach and caused the ice cream to start dripping over his crotch. Kurt looked up when he heard Blaine chuckling softly to himself and could now both see and feel his erection failing quickly. “That was supposed to be sexy.”
“You’re always sexy to me, Kurt. Lay back down and think of me licking the ice cream off of you. All of you.”
“But it’s cold!”
“Not once I get my mouth on it.”
Kurt put the pint on his nightstand, then grabbed a couple of tissues and wiped some of the ice cream off. Imagination and Blaine’s sultry words weren’t going to help him masturbate when he was still chilled to the core. Fortunately, it didn’t take long to regain his erection and soon he and Blaine were both having a much better day.
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Burt paused at the bottom of the stairs and immediately turned around and headed back to the kitchen. From the sounds coming from his son’s room, he clearly didn’t need toast anymore, nor the interference of a parent. He fumbled in his shirt pocket for his earbuds, brought up his favorite Mellencamp playlist on his phone, and began to tackle the next bill that needed paying.
Hear me out!
AU where the shadow world is known to the mundanes, and shadowhunters and downworlders are kind of seen as superheroes and therefore, celebrities.
And with that comes social media.
And Max being a little shit and constantly posting photos or short videos of his siblings and their significant others and friends on his twitter.
So the internet regularly goes nuts over pics of Malec cuddling on the couch, or Jace running from a duck, or Izzy trying to put out the pan she set on fire, or Simon helping Max to prank Raphael, and then Simon running away from Raphael, etc
Raphael: "Magnus, it's fucking 2am. You better be dying."
Magnus: "Well, if you don't help me think of something to impress Alexander and finally get him interested in me, my death may very well be imminent!"
Raphael: "Oh it will be. And painful."
Magnus: "You are so cute when you threaten to kill me. Anyway, back to important things. What should I do to catch Alexander's eyes?"
Raphael: "He is already oogling you like some kind of brainless disney prince whenever you are in the vicinity."
Magnus: "Apparently not for the right reasons! Otherwise he wouldn't always walk away from me in a hurry whenever I smile at him."
Raphael: "Probably his survival instinct kicking in."
Magnus: "Raphaeeeeeeeel! Help me! What should I do? Do you think I should take off my shirt around him more often?"
Raphael: "Please, your naked chest is probably considered public property by now, with the frequency you expose it. Lightwood has seen more than enough of it."
Magnus: ",...So you think I need to step it up. Drop the pants as well."
Raphael: "That's not what I-"
Magnus: "Thank you!" hangs up
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second part
Raphael finds him the next morning on route to their shared first course.
Raphael: "Fair warning. If you drop your trousers anywhere near me, I will make an indecent exposure case out of you and present it in the form of an essay to my professor for extra credit."
Magnus: "Happy to help you become a fearsome lawyer, my dear. But I have no plans for public nudity. I don't need campus police on my glorious behind. ... Again."
Raphael: "Thank the lord. I thought I would have to call in Cat to talk some sense into you."
Magnus: "You underestimate me. I'm not just going up to Alexander and uncloth myself on the spot. What kind of weirdo do you take me for? I'm joining the swim team. Since the sports teams are all roughly scheduled for the same times in the afternoon, the chance of running into Alexander while wet and wearing little more than a speedo increase dramatically."
Raphael, having just dialed Cat on the phone: "Tag, you're it."
A sigh is heard from the other end of the call.
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third part
Izzy: "Why is Alec staring into nothing like some daydreaming dweeb?"
Jace: "Magnus joined the swim team. They ran into each other in the locker room."
Summary: Carole’s a cop. Kurt has a secret, but he’s not the only one. That’s how it started out. Now it has more plot and a joyous ending. :D
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Chapter 6: Friday Night Saturday Night Dinner
Chapter Summary: Friday night dinner on Saturday with the fam. (The beginning of it at least.)
AN: Look what I learned while looking up the lyrics to “You Are My Sunshine” and then the nursery rhymes I hadn't heard horrors about. I am just as devastated as Kurt. Didn’t think this chapter would start out this way, but I got the idea in my head for the song when I saw the word “grey” and just rolled with it.
(grey)
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“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when skies are grey
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.”
“I love that song. Don’t know what made me think of it. Guess I’m just happy.” Kurt gave a coy grin over his shoulder as he let Blaine into his house. His flirting was so spot on. Blaine wouldn’t be able to resist asking to be his boyfriend. Or maybe he would ask him. All was fair and equal when you were in love and gay.
“Did you know there are other words to the song?”
“What? No, there’s not. That’s the song. You just repeat it a bunch of times. My mom would sing it to me all the time when I was little. She told me I was her little ray of sunshine and made her days brighter.”
“The other night dear, as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken
So I bowed my head and I cried.
I'll always love you and make you happy,
If you will only say the same.
But if you leave me and love another,
You'll regret it all some day.”
“Blaine Anderson, you have officially ruined my childhood.”
“There’s one version with an additional verse about the woman leaving him.”
“I would too if I were her because she clearly has her reasons.” Blaine’s scrunchy, apology face was not helping. How was he supposed to flirt now with this kind of material to work with? Maybe he should go change into tighter pants. Pretend he spilled something on them. Something sexy and soothing like warm milk to remind Blaine of other things that were white and came from a place hidden by pants.
“I don’t think it was meant to be interpreted that way, Kurt.”
“You boys both sound great.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Kurt hugged his dad as he and Blaine entered the kitchen, surprised to find Officer Hudson there as well this early. He didn’t think she was supposed to come over until Finn got out of football practice. He glanced around for any signs that the two adults, who should know better, had been defiling the countertops or kitchen island; relieved when he didn’t find any. Thankfully, they seemed to be keeping it to his dad’s bedroom where such things belonged. Things that weren't fully cancelled out by the headphones his dad had bought him.
“Absolutely lovely.”
“Thank you, Officer Hudson.”
“Kurt, I told you, when we’re in private, it’s Carole.” Carole returned Kurt’s ready smile. He was a sweet kid. Burt had done a great job raising him. And in cleaning up the evidence of what they’d finished doing only minutes before the boys arrived home earlier than expected. Thank the gods she’d worn only denim jeans and a blouse today. Having to put back on all of her gear that quickly after Burt had lifted her up onto the countertop and thoroughly debauched every inch of her favorite erogenous zones wouldn’t have been possible. She couldn’t wait to return the favor with her own talented mouth and tongue.
Kurt turned to his guest and made proper introductions. Blaine tainting memories of his mother or not, he was still a gentleman. “Office Hudson, Dad, this is Blaine Anderson, the friend I’ve been telling you about.”
“It’s very nice to meet you both, Mr. Hudson, Officer Hummel. Kurt’s only had wonderful things to say about you both.”
Burt shook the hand the young man held out to him and Carole. No wonder his son was a goner. Hummel men fell hard and fast. Hummel fathers also knew how to tease their kids. “Nice to finally meet the boy Kurt’s been gushing about non-stop these past two weeks.”
“Dad!”
Carole laughed along with Burt at Kurt’s blushing reaction and Blaine’s hopeful smile. Those two were smitten to the core. At Kurt’s silent plea to her to change the subject, she indulged him. “Kurt, did you know that many nursery rhymes are also not as nice as children are led to believe?”
While he was grateful that Carole had rescued him, Kurt couldn’t help but roll his eyes. He had hoped they would talk about something more mature such as the fact that they both procured their produce via a local farm’s CSA program. Still, he went along with it - in his own way, pushing to move things along to better subjects. “Everyone knows about Ring Around the Rosie.”
“I’m talking about the others. Jack and Jill, the racist ones I won’t say by name. Mary Mary Quite Contrary is about Queen Mary I of England being a homicidal sadist. Silver bells and cockle shells were devices of torture, not flowers.”
“Oh, my god! You’re supposed to be an officer of the law protecting people, not ruining their childhoods further!” Kurt looked to his father for help, but the man was only chuckling. This was not how his date was supposed to go. He grabbed Blaine’s hand and tugged on it. “Come on, Blaine, let’s go to my room. It’s safer there.”
When the boys were most assuredly locked in Kurt’s basement bedroom and the Broadway cast recording of Wicked started blasting from one of their phones, Carole turned to Burt with a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goddess they’re finally gone. If Kurt had wanted to start making dinner now, I didn’t know how I was going to keep hiding the fact that I’ve had my underwear balled up in my left hand this entire time.”
Burt leaned in and kissed up Carole’s neck until he reached her ear. “Maybe next time don’t wear any.”
“Burt Hummel, you are a filthy, filthy man and I love it. Good thing I brought the handcuffs with me to use on you later tonight.”
Summary: Carole’s a cop. Kurt has a secret, but he’s not the only one. That’s how it started out. Now it has more plot and a joyous ending. :D
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Chapter 9: Hummel Tires & Lube
Chapter Summary: The Hummel men are excellent at fixing cars
AN: I make no apologies for this chapter
( join )
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“So you just join this hose to this connector, tighten the clamp, and you’re good to go. Got that, Blaine? I don’t know how this hose fell off in the first place. It almost looks like it was yanked off.”
“Uh huh.” Blaine gulped for a breath in order to reply. He had no idea what Kurt had just done to his car. All he knew was that he desperately wanted and needed more of it. “Do you think you could look for more loose hoses? I thought I saw one deeper in the engine assembly thing.”
“No problem. At Hummel Tires & Lube, we like our customers to be happy and satisfied with their service.” With a knowing smile, Kurt leaned further into Blaine’s Prius, grateful that he’d tailored his coveralls for a more snug fit, and not minding for once that he was covered in smears of grease.
“Just a little more...and there. Your fluids are all topped off, Officer Hudson. You’re good to go.”
“Can you check the wires? From the way the engine has been acting, I’m sure there’s a wire loose. Maybe a spark plug?”
Burt turned his head so he could see his girlfriend better from where he was leaning on the frame of her squad car, the hood still open. “Modern plugs are different and the ones on this model are meant to last a long time.”
“Are you certain? It is a police vehicle, not just any old car. It gets a lot of use on these wily streets of Lima.”
“Then it’s a good thing there are officers of the law to protect us citizens. I’ll check your plugs just to be sure.” Burt refused to deny this beautiful strong woman anything she wanted.
“It’s a good thing there are mechanics like you to keep engines running.” Carole bit her lip as Burt returned to focusing on the engine, his coveralls tightening across his gorgeous ass. If she wasn’t in uniform and if there weren’t other people around, she would have grabbed it. For now, all she could do was appreciate the view.
Finn walked into the shop through an open bay door. His mom had said to meet her here after practice and then they’d all go over to Breadstix together. Which was good because he was hungry. When he finally spotted his mom, Burt, Kurt, and Blaine, he was confused. They were talking to each other like he heard in one of the pornos he’d watched. Did the lube in her new boyfriend’s garage mean something else? Was it really a front for some kind of sex shop? He was going to have to ask his mom sometime because he wasn’t sure that cops were allowed to date sex workers.
Not sure what to do, but knowing how uncomfortable it was when your balls got tight and the sex you were having got interrupted so you weren’t allowed to come even though you really, really wanted to, he went to the waiting room and pulled out his phone. There was a new level of Angry Birds he wanted to beat and he had no problem wasting some time that way. Kurt and Blaine were cool dudes and he didn’t want to ruin their fun. Burt was cool too, but there was no way he wanted to think about old people sex and definitely not when it involved his mom.
Overall Summary: Carole’s a cop. Kurt has a secret, but he’s not the only one. That’s how it started out. Now it has more plot and a joyous ending. :D
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Chapter 3: Once You Go Tentacles You Never Go Back
Chapter Summary: Kurt gets pissed, then mortified. Carole and Burt get it on. Starts out angsty, ends with hilarity. Rated M for Barole smut.
(Dispensable)
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He was not dispensable, a thing to be thrown away when the small minded, hygiene deficient boys in glee club couldn’t handle his creative ideas. He’d show them. Kurt Hummel was not a box; there were more than four sides to him.
Kurt stopped in his tracks as he stormed out of the choir room and McKinley itself. Wait. What? Stupid Lima public school education. He was not a box, a square, nor even a cube. He was a multidimensional being beyond their comprehension.
Not that any of them deserved proof of his ability to contribute to the club beyond his far underused vocal range, but damn it, he wanted to win Sectionals too. His plan was simple. Go home. Change clothes. Spy on the Dalton Academy Warblers. Report back and rub it in their faces.
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“Are you going to arrest me, Officer? I swear I’m innocent.”
Carole eyed the handcuffs hanging out of her pants that had been hastily discarded along with the rest of her uniform. It was tempting, but not for this time. She wanted to get to know all of his body first - beyond what she’d groped during their previous make-out sessions. “Oh, Burt Hummel, despite that charming, handsome face of yours, I doubt you were ever truly innocent. How about you prove to me just how good you can be now and I’ll arrest you later?”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Carole stripped off Burt’s undershirt and boxers while enjoying the feel of her own undergarments being taken off in turn. Why they had bothered to keep them on in the first place was beyond her. She took a moment to take in her lover’s appearance and run her hands down his body, over his peaked nipples, stroking the two foot long, silky smooth, opalescent tentacles between them. The finger-thick appendages fondled her own breasts in return as Burt’s hands grabbed her ass.
Before her man could guide her down against him further, she pulled back, wanting to explore what she’d already felt wriggling among her labia and clitoris in the best of ways. She loved the moans Burt made in response to her fingers and mouth, stroking and licking not only his impressive cock, but the mass of shorter, thinner tentacles that framed it. Her partner Beiste had been right, she was not going to regret this at all.
“Condoms?”
“Top drawer.”
Carole leaned forward towards the nightstand, not minding one bit that Burt had taken advantage of the position and had begun licking and sucking her nipples, fondling her breasts that were now hanging over his face. It felt so damn good and it had been too damn long since she’d had sex of any kind.
After throwing back her head and moaning through what she knew would be the first of many orgasms, she relinquished the condom in her hand. She rose up just enough to give Burt the room he needed and watched as he rolled it on his long and thick member. “Is it okay if I ride you?”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way, Carole.”
“That’s Officer Carole to you.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She kissed the man that was exceeding her dreams and sank down on him, letting out a string of nonsensical words and moans that blended with his. It wasn’t just the pleasure of his firm cock filling her, but of his tentacles twitching, touching, exploring, stroking her clitoris far better than any other person, vibrator, or her fingers had ever done. Even when she pumped up and down on his dick, the tentacles stretched and followed, never stopping the amazing things they were doing to her.
When Burt’s other tentacles, hands, and mouth were added to the task of pleasing the whole of her body, she was done for. “Oh, Burt! Oh, God! Oh, Goddesses! Fuck!”
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“Oh, my god!” Kurt muffled his exclamation and went right back through the front door he’d just entered.
How had he missed Carole’s patrol car out front? Now he was forever going to have the sound of her and his dad having sex stuck in his head. Loud sex. Loud, dual climatic sex - a thing no teenager should ever have to know about his dad and his dad’s girlfriend. And top it off, his dad had called her “Officer Carole” when he came.
Oh, god, he needed brain bleach and to get as far away from his house as possible. Screw changing into something more closely resembling the Dalton uniform. Gray dress shorts and a jacket would have to do.
Cop Carole and Her Tentacled Stepson: A Cracky Klaine Advent Fic
by coffeegleek
Summary: Carole’s a cop. Kurt has a secret, but he’s not the only one. That's how it started out. Now it has more plot and a joyous ending. :D In short, I wanted to write cop!Carole, tentacles, and something fun and cracky. This is the result. Some chapters have smut and some don't. Some have a little light angst, but most don't.
AN: I'm playing fast and lose with Glee's time line because it's not a complete retelling of the show. Minor characters have different professions than they do in canon. Nsfw stick figure art on the last chapter in case you're wondering what the tentacles look like.
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Chapter 1: Meet Carole, the Cop
Chapter Summary: A bit more angst than I wanted in the first chapter. Sorry. It will get fun and cracky, I swear. TW: for bullying that results in an injury.
(abashed, brake)
⏤
Kurt rubbed his wrist, hoping the Neanderthals didn’t break it again. It was definitely sprained though. Thank goodness it was Fall and sweater weather. It would hide the brace he’d have to use. His dad didn’t need to know he was being picked on and beaten up in high school, same as he had been in junior high. He was abashed enough as it was given that it had happened right in front of his hopeless crush. Of course the idiot hadn’t stopped him being tossed in the dumpster, but at least he’d been willing to hold his Marc Jacobs coat. He’d searched for over a year for it and gotten it for a steal.
He tried to hold in his sigh as he waited for the assholes to leave so he could finally climb out, put ice on his wrist, and start working to get the stains out of his clothes. Tater tot grease and rotten bananas - the smell was bad enough.
His ears perked up the sound of a car’s brakes screeching to a stop followed by a car door slamming and a woman’s voice; her yelling drowning out the laughter of his tormentors. Curiosity getting the better of him, he peaked over the side and watched the compact brunette middle-aged woman with a thing for denim jackets and jeans that belonged in the 80’s.
“Finn Hudson, what the hell are you doing? Did I see you do what you just did?”
“I didn’t do anything, Mom. I’m just standing here.”
“Standing there, letting your friends toss some poor kid into a dumpster? That’s aiding and abetting!”
Finn hated when his mom used words like that. They didn’t make any sense. “I didn’t bet on anything.”
“Ooh, someone’s in trouble with their mommy!”
“Yeah, Lunch Lady’s got an attitude!”
“She aint no lunch lady. She’s my little brother’s kindergarten teacher.”
“I thought Finn’s mom was a nurse?”
Carole shook her head and sighed as she glared at the three juvenile delinquents. Why the local judge kept letting them off she didn’t know. Being mistaken for anything but what she was had always been annoying, but after this long on the force, she was used to it. She pulled out her badge making sure each of them saw it. “That’s Officer Hudson to you. You’re going to apologize to this young man, swear you’ll never lay a hand on him again, or we’re going to have a long chat down at the station while his parents press charges.”
“Oh, shit, Finn’s mom’s a cop? Dude, I can’t get arrested again. They’ll send me down the river for sure.”
“My dad threatened to send me to that damn gay school in Westerville.”
“The one with the uniforms and the Garglers?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t have all day, boys. What’s it going to be?” Carole pulled out a pair of handcuffs and her cellphone, dialing the station with ease as she held her focused glare.
Kurt instinctively flinched as the jocks apologized to him, not missing any of their whispered slurs. When they finally left, he accepted Finn’s help out of the dumpster. His mom had made him, but it was still nice of him to do it. Trying not to be too obvious about his secret affections, he turned his grateful smile from the boy to his mom.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Officer.”
“What’s your name?”
“Kurt Hummel.”
“Do you want to go down to the station? I wasn’t lying when I said you could press charges. From the way you’re holding your wrist, I can see you’re not really fine. Do you want me to call an EMT while we’re waiting for your parents?”
Kurt couldn’t help but panic at those words. “Please don’t tell my dad! He’s a widower and he works too hard at his garage and his heart condition is bad enough.”
Carole put away her phone and handcuffs. The kid was shaking and the way he was hugging his coat, it wasn’t just his injury he was hiding and worried about. “It’s okay. We don’t have to call your dad. I’m a widower too and know how it feels to worry enough for two parents. Let me at least drive you home.”
“I have my Navigator.”
“Then I’ll follow you and make sure you get home safe and sound.” Carole pulled a business card from her wallet. “This is my private number. If you have any problems, including any with Finn, call me.” She was glad when Finn squirmed at her glare and apologized to the boy again. Her son was all height and no sense.
“I will. Thank you!” Kurt couldn’t help but beam at the officer. Her threats wouldn’t keep his bullies away for long, but that wasn’t the most important thing. His crush’s mom was a widow. His dad was a widow. They definitely needed to meet.
