I made this for you and I know it's not as meaty as you'd like, but I have to get back into writing. -_- I'm working on it, just for you guys!

Kurt twiddled his thumbs, not to keep himself entertained, but to gage S. Meyer's reaction. When that didn't do anything, Kurt gave a dramatic sigh and slumped against the car. Still, S. Meyer just stood, arms crossed, checking their surroundings, a pleasant look on his face.

"You must really like your job," Kurt commented flatly.

"I really do. I mean, don't get me wrong. It is a lot of standing around and waiting, but it feels good to be able to take care of people."

"Yes, that's what cops do." Kurt held his hands up in air quotes. "Take care of people." S. Meyers didn't seem phased by the sarcasm bleeding from Kurt's entire person.

"I know we get a bad rep. And I'm the first to admit there are dirty cops everywhere. That doesn't take away from my job. I like putting bad guys behind bars and making sure kids like yourself get home alright," S. Meyer explained, pride beaming.

For a moment, Kurt almost felt bad about tricking the trusting man. He looked so joyful, even for being at the end of an all-night shift.

If the cops I saw in New York were like this, I might've actually asked one of them to take me home…

"I wish all cops were like you. Maybe less naïve, but still," Kurt muttered, cracking a smile.

"Watch it punk. Don't mistake my kindness for gullibility." The two stood for a moment, waiting for the other to take the reins of the conversation. Finally S. Meyers huffed out a breath. "I like working narcotics. Almost every bad thing that goes on around has to do with drugs. Someone's stealing something; it's to sell for quick money for a score. Domestic violence, gang violence, it all comes from the same problem. So yeah, I think my jobs pretty important," S. Meyers finished.

"I'm glad you like your job," Kurt smiled, not sure what to say to the rambling cop. There was another stretch of silence and Kurt was hoping to see Blaine driving up any second. When he didn't, Kurt looked back to the cop. "I don't think there are many good cops left to be honest. And I know a lot of bad stuff does come from drugs, but not all of it. Even if there wasn't anything like that, people would still find a way to be evil. It's what people do. People suck." S. Meyers chuckled and shook his head.

"Yeah, people do suck," he muttered. "What's happened to a kid as young as you to make you so-"

"Realistic?"

"I was going to say cynical. Not that you're not being realistic, but you can't just say people suck and leave it at that. I see ass holes every day who beat their kids or run a drug den, but I also see happy moms watching their kids play," he gestured towards the park, "and I get coffee from a sweet lady up the block who makes cookies and sandwiches for homeless people."

Kurt thought of Nelly again and his heart hurt.

"I know that. I know that, I guess it's just hard to see past all the other stuff too," Kurt shrugged.

"Some heavy shoulders you've got there, kid," said S. Meyers. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly. And especially not with an officer of the law," Kurt smirked, looking up at the cop through his bangs.

"Hope you're not caught up in anything illegal. You're too young to have restrictions on the rest of your life because of something stupid now."

"You're a nice guy, S. Meyers. And I'm not currently doing anything illegal. I just really want to go home."

That's some real honesty. Or is it? I mean, you've been replaced at home, so what's really to go back to?

"You alright? You remind me of my little brother. He's always in his head. Get's lost in there sometimes. You seem like that type a bit," S. Meyers smiled.

"You don't know what type I am. I don't know what type I am."

"Good for you. You've got quite a while before you need to."

This guy's trying really hard. If you're not careful, he's going to trick you into saying something. You're still in hot water, and he's a cop with his own interests. He doesn't care about you. Don't let him get anywhere. You're smarter than this infant.

"What are you, 24? Stop acting all wise and school-poster advicey with me."

There was another stretch of silence and Kurt was looking up and down the street, praying that Blaine would come walking, driving, hell if the boy was on a scooter Kurt would've been ecstatic.

"Do you watch any-"

"I hate sports." Kurt cut him off.

"Are you sure you're safe at home, Max?" Kurt looked up for a second, eyebrows furrowed before remembering the alias he'd given S. Meyers earlier. Before Kurt could say anything or recover, a too-familiar black Chrysler pulled up in front of the squad car.

Blaine was out of the passenger side before the car was in park. "Ku-Max! Brother! Brother of mine! Are you okay?" The worry was genuine and so was Kurt's smile when Blaine pulled him into a tight hug.

"Brother?" S. Meyers asked. "And who drove?"

"Um, our older brother. Thanks for having him call; he's really a mess. We're just glad he's-"

"LITTLE BROTHER MAX I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE ALIVE WE WERE SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" Cooper pranced around the car, arms raised, making a beeline to Kurt. When he saw Kurt's face, he was struck still as a statue, arms still raised. Kurt's eyes bugged nearly out of his skull and he could feel his face heating up.

What the hell is he doing here?

"There a problem?" S. Meyers asked, eyeing the spectacle before him with suspicion.

"Uh, no, just so worried about my baby brother," Cooper said, flashing a perfect smile and enveloped Kurt in a bigger hug than Blaine. "You better have some terrific beans to spill in a minute," he whispered in Kurt's ear before letting him go.

"Max, hold on." S. Meyers opened the passenger door of his squad car and pulled out a dirty note pad. He wrote his number on the yellow paper, half of it sharing space with a mysterious brown stain. "Call me if you need to, alright? Even if I'm off duty, I live around here and I'm always glad to help."

"Uh, thanks, officer. Officer S. Uh, yeah, goodbye," Kurt nodded and speed walked to the back of the Chrysler. S. Meyers didn't say anything after that, but stood watching the whole time the boys followed to the car and even as Cooper pulled the car back into traffic.

The three rode in silence for, what felt like an hour, but was only a few minutes. Kurt sat in the back seat with Blaine, looking between them, still not understanding how they came to be together.

Blaine, oblivious, was smiling the Kurt, then down at his knees. Then Kurt, then back to his knees. It was Cooper who finally broke the silence.

"So how do you two know each other?" he asked slowly.

"School," Blaine quipped. "We go to school together."

"And are you… involved?"

"Cooper! That's none-"

"No."

Blaine's head whipped towards Kurt, his face shocked and hurt.

"Well, it's… complicated…" Kurt muttered.

"Oh good," Cooper sighed in relief.

"I guess it is, Max." Blaine snapped. "AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN OH GOOD?" Blaine yelled, kicking Coopers seat. "We just saved you from a cop back there, I want to know why. What did you do?"

"Yeah, why couldn't you just have him drop you off at your house like you had me?" Cooper asked, shrugging. Blaine stared at the seat in front of him for a moment.

"What do you mean, 'like you had me?' What does he mean, Kurt? You guys have met?"

"It wasn't really-"

"I saved his life from some lowlife drunk! Small world, isn't it? Yeah, this belligerent wouldn't leave poor Kurty alone so I had to teach him a lesson," Cooper retold the story.

"The bouncer did that," Kurt commented, rolling his eyes.

"You met my brother at a club? What the hell?"

"Blaine, I'm not finished! Anyways, so this guy's not letting up and I tell Kurt to come stand by me, then the guy starts coming at me-"

"Kurt, is this true? Are you okay?"

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALEXANDER MCQUEEN NONE OF THAT HAPPENED! I DID NOT SLEEP WITH OR GO TO A CLUB WITH YOUR BROTHER! AND I MEAN THAT FOR BOTH OF YOU!" Kurt yelled, gipping the seat in front of him. "Cooper took me home after I… ran away from school."

"Why'd you run away from school?" Cooper asked.

Blaine eyed Kurt, seeing his dirty clothes and messy hair for the first time. "Let's just take him home, Coop. It's not a big deal."

This is fun. Having companions is so full of drama. This is terrific for your mental health.

Blaine's mad at me. I know he is. He won't even look at me.

That's your own fault. They're tired of you. Who wouldn't be? You're a mess.

As an apology, I just want to tell you that that was not the last we'll see of Officer S. Meyers and a certain reunion is about to happen... I love you and I'm sooorryy.