The airport was crowded that Sunday. Blaine waited in the baggage claim for twenty minutes before he spotted Pam Anderson.

"Mom," he embraced her in a warm hug. It was hard to believe how comforting to was to see her. "Its so good to see you."

"Im always happy to see you, sweetie. Im sorry were late. The flight was delayed," Pam Anderson said, studying her sons face carefully. "I dont understand why you suddenly flew me here. Should I be worried? Is it Belle? Is it the baby?" Pam said, as she searched the belt for her suitcase.

"It... " Blaine hesitated. "It has to do with Belle. We think we know who the kidnapper is but were not sure what to do with that information."

"And you think I can help?" Pam raised an eyebrow.

"Yes," Blaine breathed.

"Aunt Pam, Ive got your bag right here," Blaines cousin Jill came around the side of the belt. She handed it to her and turned to Blaine. "Hi there, Blaine. Nice to see you again."

"Thanks for coming," Blaine nodded, as they headed toward the exit. "I have something I need to talk to you about and I hope you dont mind an audience.

"Im confused," Jill said.

"Good to know," Blaine said. That comment implied that there was a chance she didnt know anything.

He hailed a cab outside of the airport and took his mother and cousin to his apartment. Blaine knew there was a chance this could lead him to Belle, so he had to be careful about how he handled it. There was no way he could do it alone.

When they arrived at the apartment, Kurt, Rachel, and Sam were waiting for the arrival of their guests. Rachel was in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Sam and Kurt sat on the couch watching a comedy on the television.

"Hi everyone!" Pam greeted the room. "Rachel, youre glowing." She greeted her with a hug. "And my grand baby is growing. Look at you. Theres no hiding that baby anymore."

"Thanks," Rachel blushed. She hated when people commented on her size.

"Kurt, what happened to your knee?" Jill asked, noticing Kurt on the couch with his leg propped up.

"The reason youre here," Blaine replied, as Sam turned off the television and stood up. "We had a... situation last week that I need to discuss with you, but I need to know what youre aware of."

"Okay," Jill looked even more confused than she had at the airport.

"Have you spoken to your dad recently?" Blaine asked.

"No... I havent seen him since your dads funeral," Jill told him. "He was pretty bummed about it. They were brothers. I suppose hes just mourning. I was giving him space."

"Has he been around? You havent seen him in town or anything? Has anyone else in the family?" Blaine asked. "Have you been to his house?"

"No and I dont understand why it matters," Jill said defensively. "Whats with the twenty questions? Youre acting like my dad did something illegal."

Blaine exchanged looks with Kurt before asking, "Did he mention my family at all to you at the funeral or after?"

"He asked if I had spoken to you and I told him yes," Jill explained, sitting in the chair across from Kurt. "He asked if we had a chance to catch up. I told him that we had a brief conversation. You introduced me to Kurt and I thought he was a very nice person." She shrugged, "I also mentioned that you said you were staying a few days in town to clean out your fathers house."

Blaine and Kurt exchanges the same wide-eyed stare. "Thats how he knew," Blaine said more to himself than anyone. "He knew wed be there."

"I wonder if he specifically came for that reason," Kurts face went pale.

"What are you guys talking about? What did my dad do?" Jill asked.

"We think your dad kidnapped our daughter," Blaine told her. He watched Sam shift toward the door in a defensive stance. They didnt know how Jill would react to this statement.

"My dad wouldnt kidnap anyone," Jill rose from her chair. "Thats insane."

"Jill, please," Blaine stepped in her way and Sam closed in. "I know its hard to believe but the odds are against him. He hates me. My husband and Rachel heard his voice when they were attacked a week and a half ago."

"No, stop!" Jill said sharply. "Thats crazy. My dad wouldnt attack anyone and he didnt hate you."

"He never really liked Blaine," Pam said suddenly from her spot in the kitchen by Rachel. She stepped toward Jill and Rachel followed.

"How would you know?" Jill snapped, rounding on Pam.

"Because Michael hardly liked Blaine," Pam looked at her son and pity consumed her expression. "Michael only ever wanted his children to be perfect. He wanted doctors or lawyers for sons. Someone to bring money to the family. He grew up being treated the same way from his father."

"Thats no excuse," Blaine crossed his arms over his chest.

"It started when Cooper auditioned for his first commercial. He had been in theater, and Michael reminded him that it was a hobby. He also tried telling Cooper that basketball or football would be better for him. When Cooper told us he auditioned, he argued with his father for a good hour before Michael banned Cooper from doing it. He said that, if Cooper went through with it, he wouldnt be allowed back in his home. "

"Is that why Coop was never around? I thought he was too involved in his career to care about any of us," Blaine was beginning to feel nauseous.

"Cooper certainly kept his distance after that," she confirmed. "He wanted to be there for you more but it wasnt easy with you living under our roof."

"Thats ridiculous," Blaine replied. "I knew he didnt get along with dad but I didnt know it was that bad."

"So when you took up singing with the Warblers, Michael was so angry. He so desperately didnt want you to follow in Coopers footsteps," Pam said, tears welling in her eyes. "And when you came out of the closet, it drew a line. He was so done. He was furious. Gay wasnt okay. And I didnt know what to do. You were my boy but I couldnt walk away from him. Even after we split, I still went back to him. He was all I knew."

Blaine watched his mother in sadness. Hearing the truth about his past was heartbreaking. It was too much to handle.

"But Tim didnt agree with it either. He was always harsh on Jill as well," Pam said. When him and Muchael got together, I felt like they spent more time complaining about their children instead of talking about the good they had accomplished."

"Yeah, but my dad wasnt cruel. The fact that Blaine is gay or sings or whatever wouldnt make him want to kidnap Belle," Jill said defensively. "I still love my dad. You guys are talking crazy."

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Blaine looked into her eyes and said firmly, "Jill, please. I wouldnt accuse just anyone of doing this. I trust what Kurt and Rachel say. They heard his voice."

Sitting on the couch, Rachel took Kurts hand and said, "I know what I heard, Jill. His voice has been haunting me. Watching this home movie the other day, I recognized the voice immediately. Kurt knew it too."

Jill bit her lip nervously. "This is insane," she said. "My dads not a monster."

"Grief can bring out a lot of emotions. Weve lost people close to us too. We know its hard," Rachel said quietly. "Maybe your dad is overwhelmed."

"Can you just try to help us out?" Kurt asked. "Give your dad a call or try to get some information from him? Find out where he is or why he hasnt been around."

Running her hands over her face, Jill sighed heavily, "Fine. Ill call him for you, not to help, but to prove you wrong. Ill prove to you that my dad is innocent."

When Sam and Rachel left after dinner that evening, Blaine took his mothers bag and led her to Belles room to get settled.

"I hope you dont mind sleeping in Belles room. I mean, the beds comfortable. I sometimes sleep in here when she gets afraid of thunderstorms. Our bed gets crowded," Blaine said, his stomach flipping at the memory.

"Its okay," Pam smiled. "It reminds me of her. Such a sweet girl. I miss her, you know?"

"I miss her every minute of every day," Blaine whispered, tears forming in his eyes. He turned away from her, picking up a snow globe off the dresser and examining it.

"How are you holding up, honey? Are you doing okay?" Pam cupped her hand over his cheeks. "This must be so hard on you."

"I just miss her so much," Blaine said quietly, staring at the globe. "I miss taking her to school, playing dolls with her, braiding her hair... Sometimes I still set the table for three before I realize I need to put a plate away."

"Sweetie..." Pam pulled him into a hug. She rubbed his back soothingly. "Were going to get her back, I promise. Well find Tim."

"You believe me?" Blaine asked.

"Of course I believe you," Pam pulled away from him. She looked into his eyes and took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "You have a good heart, and I know you wouldnt accuse anyone without facts."

"I trust Kurt and Rachel," Blaine said. "I know my proof would be better... If I had just been there, I would have known."

"Theres nothing you can do to change that," Pam said. "You cant change what happened."

"I could have protected them," Blaine felt the weight of the situation on his shoulders. The guilt of leaving Belle alone at all. "I should have protected her." His voice cracked. "I never should have left her alone. This is all my fault."

"Its not your fault," Pam said. She stroked his cheek. "Dont blame yourself for this, Blaine. You didnt know this was going to happen.."

He hadnt told anyone that he had felt responsible for any of this. He hadnt even told Kurt that he felt guilty every single day since Belles disappearance.

Blaine stepped away from her and wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his sweater. "Im sorry. Sometimes I think being in here makes it worse. I feel closer to her and feeling close to her makes me feel so far from her... Maybe that sounds weird but thats how I feel. I rarely come in here."

"Dont lose sight of her, honey. Hold her close to your heart. Set the table for her. Come visit her room. Walk by her school. Shes not gone. Dont treat Belle like shes gone. She still needs you," Pam said. "If I ever lost you, thats what I would do."

"Thanks, mom," Blaine smiled weakly. "I think I needed to hear that." He has been pushing her away, afraid of the memories. Thinking about Belle hurt too much, so he tried to avoid the pain, but it never helped. Maybe that was because it wasnt the right thing to do. Maybe Blaine did need to hold Belle close to his heart.

"I hate seeing you sad, my love. I want you to try to be happy," Pam told him.

"Okay," he tried to sound convincing. "Ill try."

"Good," Pam shuffled toward the door and said, "Go make sure Jill gets settled in on the couch okay before you head to bed."

"I will," Blaine turned to leave. When he reached the doorway,he stopped and said, "Thanks, mom. For everything. I havent given you enough credit for staying by my side all these years."

"Ill always be by your side, son," Pam replied.

Kurt sat on the edge of the bed the two days later staring at the wall in front of him. His face was pale and his expression blank.

"Im heading out to work. Do you need anything before I go?" Blaine poked his head in the doorway. "My mom and Jill will more than likely hang around if you need anything today."

"Im okay," Kurt shook his head.

"Are you sure?" Blaine stepped closer. "I know youre tired of being home every day. I wish you could go back to work."

"Its not that," Kurt shook his head. "Its just this whole business with Tim and Jill. What if we cant convince her to believe us? She could be our ticket to Belle. If Jill doesnt help, we might not reach Belle."

"Well find a way to make it happen," Blaine sat beside him and wrapped his arm around his waist. "I know shes stubborn, but I dont blame her. At first, I couldnt believe Tim would do that either."

"But you do," Kurt replied.

"Yeah, because I trust your word," Blaine said. "Its only complicated because family got brought into it. Jill might just have to figure this out on her own time. Shell get there."

"What if were wrong?" Kurt asked. "What if we find him and learn that he doesnt have Belle? Well have to start from scratch."

"Well keep looking until we find her," Blaine placed his other hand on Kurts cheek. "We will find her, Kurt. It might just take a while. We wont know until we try your theory."

"I dont know if I can handle any more disappointment," Kurt whispered, shaking his head. "After the incident a couple weeks ago, Ive felt so hopeless. I feel like well never find her."

"I know the feeling," Blaine said.

"I miss her, Blaine. I cant take much more of this," Kurt said, tears rolling down his cheeks. "My heart feels incomplete without her."

Leaning forward, Blaine gently kissed Kurt, as tears continued to fall. This was the most Kurt had opened up since the incident. Blaine wanted to comfort him, to let him know it was okay to be open about it.

When they broke apart, Blaine wiped a tear off his cheek with his thumb and said, "My mom reminded me last night that Belle is still with us. She needs us, and thats why we need to fight for her."

"Its just getting hard to keep fighting," Kurt bowed his head.

"I know. Thats how I feel," Blaine said. This made him realize that Kurt was struggling just as much as him. "And its also why we need to keep fighting. Belle needs us to keep fighting."

Looking deeply into his eyes, Kurt gave a weak smile and said, "Yeah, youre right... Im sorry. Sometimes I just get overwhelmed."

"I do too," Blaine said. "I had one of those moments a couple days ago with my mom."

"I wish I had known," Kurt said, grabbing Blaines hand from his face and kissing it. "I think we need to communicate better on our feelings."

"I feel like youve been so sensitive since the incident. I didnt know how to approach you. I dont want to make you feel worse than you already do," Blaine said.

Kurt kissed him once more. "Blaine, you are my safe place. If theres one thing that makes me feel better, its you. I have been a little out of my mind since the incident but you will always be the one thing that brings me back to reality. I need you."

"I need you too," Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I want to be here for you. Im making it my goal to stay open with my feelings in this."

Kurt pulled back, staring into Blaines eyes. "No more drinking. No more silence. No more pushing our feelings about Belle away. We need I be each others first priority."

"Im so sorry Ive been distant with you," Blaine said quietly.

"Me too," Kurt nodded. "I love you so much, Blaine."

"I love you too," Blaine leaned in to kiss him once more.

"So this is where you work, huh?" Jill said, as Blaine entered the waiting room at the end of his shift. "I loved seeing your name on the door. Dr. Anderson," she punched his arm.

"I cried the first time I saw it," Blaine laughed. "Although I think Kurt cried harder."

"I remember when you were ten and swore you were going to be a rockstar " Jill chuckled. "I guess this is probably just as cool. You can inspire people every day. Make a difference in lives."

"I love my job," Blaine admitted. "Every kid is different and theres so much I can do to help them. I think it beats playing concerts."

"Its funny how dreams change I never thought Id still be working as a waitress," Jill shrugged. "I wanted to be a ballerina when I was ten."

"Belle wants to be a ballerina," Blaine said softly. "Shes taken ballet the last two years." He flinched at the thought.

"Blaine..." Jill hesitated. "Im really sorry about what happened to your daughter." Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she added, "I want to help any way I can... I thought about the accusations against my dad and I do want to call him. Either Ill find out hes a jerk or Im prove him innocent will lead you in another direction, the right one."

"Thanks, Jill. Im glad youre willing to help," Blaine said. "Lets grab some coffee and see where we can go with this. Itd be easier on you if you didnt have an audience."

Blaine and Jill made their way to the nearest coffee shop. They picked up drinks and began walking toward Central Park. They found the nearest bench in the park and sat down.

"What do I say?" Jill asked, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "I cant sound too suspicious."

"Just try to work an answer out of him the best you can. Hes your dad. Youre allowed to ask questions," Blaine reassured her. He placed a hand on her knee in comfort.

Taking a deep breath, Jill dialed a number and put it on speakerphone. "Here goes nothing," she said.

"Hello?" Tims voice answered after four rings.

"Dad, hi," Jill said nervously.

"How are you? You sound funny," Tim replied.

"Oh, I just broke up with Daniel. Its been tough on me. I was... I was wondering if I could come by and see you. I just need to be around a familiar face," Jill explained.

"Oh, Jill, I wish you could but Im out of town on business. Im not sure what day Im coming back yet," Tim told her. "You should call Caroline."

"Shes working," Jill said. "When are you coming home? I havent seen you in a while."

"Im in New Jersey," he replied. "Ill be home soon and then we can catch up."

"Whats in New Jersey?" Jill asked.

"I told you that Im on business," Tim sounded slightly annoyed.

"Okay... Well, I miss you," Jill said.

"Miss you too. Ill talk to you soon, okay?" Tim told her

Blaine took in a sharp breath. He wasnt ready to let this call go yet. If Tim did have Belle, they were so close to getting somewhere. She could be somewhere on the other side of the phone line. "Keep going," he whispered.

"Could I come meet you there?" Jill asked. "I really dont think I can handle being alone. Daniel and I were getting serious and I just feel so lost right now."

"I dont think thats a good idea, Jill," Tim said. "Youre a strong girl. I think youll get through it."

"We could meet in the city. Ive been dying for an excuse to get to New York," Jill tried. "Didnt you learn from Uncle Mike dying that lifes too short and family should spend time together while they can?"

There was a long pause, before Tim said, "I guess I should be giving you more attention... Will it just be you meeting me?"

"Of course. Who else would I be with?" Jill asked, staring into Blaines eyes.

"Silly question. You did say you broke up with Daniel," Tim said. "When will you fly in?"

"Will Thursday work?" Jill asked.

"Thursday would be fine," Tim replied. "Ill see you then. Ill give you details on where we will meet in a couple days."

"Ill look forward to it." The phone clicked and Jill stared at it hopelessly, "That didnt get me anywhere. I dont know what to think."

"I hope you didnt give too much away," Blaine said. "Was asking to come too much? If he knows were on to him, he might change his location or, I dont know, punish Belle. What if he doesnt show?"

"There is one thing you can tell the police: My dad said hes in New Jersey," Jill pocketed her phone. "They could try to find him."

"Unless he was purposely misleading you," Blaine replied.

"It couldnt hurt to try," Jill shrugged. "Well see how the meeting goes first. I didnt want him to know I was already here or hed know I was with you. I had to give it time."

"So you believe me about all of this?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"Im not sure. But your husband dragged my dad in to this, even if he doesnt belong, so its my job to either help him or turn him in," she replied.