"Kurt!" Blaine shouted as he walked through his living room. Clothes and papers were strewn across the room in a haphazard manor. The scene was very un-Kurt. The professor tried to keep his stomach from dropping. His boyfriend was exceptionally clean so the mess was disheartening. "KURT!" He tried again. No answer.

Maybe he went out. It was a stretch; Kurt's car was still in front of the building. He had no other logical explanation, though. He continued to search his house. He needed a clue. He hated not knowing. Kurt was very thorough and he always sent a text or left a note. Blaine found neither until he reached bedroom. There, placed neatly on his pillow, was a note written on the back of the back of an old water bill.

Baby,

I know this is the worst way to tell you but something amazing happened. I saw my mom today. She came over and we had a great time. As you know, I'm going out of town for a few days. I'll talk to you about it when I get back. I still haven't found my phone. Sorry.

Love you,

Kurt.

My Mom. Going out of town for a few days.They were the only comments that stood out the professor.As you know?Blaine didn't know anything. None of it made sense. Well, not 'none' of it. One part made perfect sense; Kurt's optimism about spending time with his mother. Burt had long ago warned him about Kurt's reaction to his mother.

"So, Kurt would probably freak out of he saw his mother?" The teacher asked one night just before they were set to return home. He wasn't sure how the conversation came about, but it was a question that had plagued him for a while.

Burt made a face. "Probably not. Kurt....thinks differently than the rest of us when it comes to people. You and I see Susan for what she really is. She's a mother that ruthlessly abandoned her family. Kurt sees her like that when she's not around. It's a different story if he sees her in person, however." Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. Burt wasn't making sense.

Noticing the reaction, Burt continued. " We ran into her once, right after Carole and I got married, and it was a total different story. Kurt was completely taken by her. The moment I told him we had to leave –after she'd made it clear that she didn't want to be near him- I became the bad guy. Kurt didn't speak to me for a week! It was like seeing her ignited this fire in him. He was so consumed with love for her that he would have followed her to the ends of the Earth."

"Whoa!"

"Yeah. That's kind of why I was scared about you being around. Kurt gets so attached to people and it kills him when they leave him. I kind of assumed you were just some old dude that wanted to hit it and quit it." The professor quickly shook his head. He was not the kind of guy. Kurt was very special to him.

"I would never do that to him."

"I know, now, but I didn't before. All I saw was my son desperately in love with a guy that may or may not have returned his feelings. I've seen it happen before and it tore him apart."

"Dave?"

Burt nodded. "Yep. David Karofsky. The kid was confused and bullied Kurt. Kurt stuck it out though because he thought they had this special thing. In the end, David wasn't into it like Kurt was. He called it off. Kurt was devastated. Then, after having Kurt follow him around for a few weeks, David cracked and threated to kill him. I've never seen my kid that broken before. It was like he'd just heard that one of those Broadway ladies died or something. He couldn't deal with it."

"We all idolize those we love." Blaine insisted. " It's hard for us to believe that the person we're in love with has flaws or doesn't love us like we love them. Maybe that's why he was so inclined to continue pursuing his mother and David after everything that happened."Psychology 101.

Burt shook his head. "No, it was more than that. It was like he was addicted to their presence. He couldn't live without them. That's what makes me nervous about him one day seeing his mother again. I always hope that it won't happen, but I have a feeling it will. I know, the second he sees her, he'll forget all about all the bad she's ever done. It's like she'll have an instant clean slate."

Question after question ran through Blaine's mind. Where was 'out of town'? When was Kurt going to be back? Would Kurt be back? How would he be affected in the end? As nervous energy began to course through Blaine's veins, the professor grabbed his keys and left the house. He couldn't be there. He needed help. Information. Anything.

Henry paced back and forth in the foyer of his house. The plane that should have carried Susan and Kurt home –he liked to believe that Kurt would one day see their house as such- should have landed an hour ago. With the half hour drive and traffic, they were set to arrive at any moment. He was buzzing with anticipation.

Not ten minutes later, Henry caught sight of a pair of headlights pulling into his driveway. He held back a squeal.Finally!

He watched from the window as Susan and Kurt exited the car. Kurt was far more beautiful in person than he was online. He couldn't wait to get his hands on the boy's milky, white skin. It looked soft and ready for his touch.

"....and your house is so lovely!" Kurt's voice rang out. Henry had to stop himself from rushing towards the door and tackling the boy when he heard the keys jingle in the lock. That wasn't part of the plan. So, he waited, as he was instructed to do, until they entered the house. "It's so big. What is it that you do?" Kurt asked excited.

"I'm a house wife." Susan responded dryly.But not for much longer.Henry thought as he heard her heels click as she stepped into the house.

"So is your husband here?"

"I am." Henry stepped out from behind the statue in their foyer and watched as Kurt turned a ghostly shade of white. "Hello, Kurt. It's been far too long."

Kurt looked between his mother and the man that had caused him endless grief over the past few months. "Wai...what?" Once again, he could barely speak. Susan rolled her eyes, she was over it by now, and looked towards her husband; soon to be ex-husband.

"My money?" She asked. Henry nodded and reached for the suitcase that he'd been hiding with. He was never so relieved to turn over a large sum of cash.

"Money?" Kurt asked. He was confused but Henry would straighten him out soon enough.

"Well...enjoy your lives. Get me the papers, Henry; I'd like them signed sooner rather than later." Kurt caught her arm a she turned towards the door.

"Wait! Where are you going? With money? Where are you going with money?" Once again, he was borderline hysterical. Susan ripped her arms out of her son's grasp and sneered at him.

"You're the reason I had to go through all this." She growled as she stepped towards the door. When Kurt turned to follow her, Henry grabbed him. The young man struggled in the hold but was eventually overpowered.

"MOM! Mom! Please don't go." He sobbed as Henry held him. "Please! I need you to stay. Please don't go." Susan took one last look at her son before walking out the front door and slamming the door behind her. Then, her resolve broke.

For the first time in years, she cried for the son that she left behind. It was an unfamiliar feeling for her. Not once since she left had she felt an ounce of guilt for leaving behind her son and her husband. Now, year later, she felt nothing but guilt.

Not wanting to stick around long enough to feed the thoughts of what Henry would do to Kurt, Susan dried her eyes and headed towards her car. She made a single call and then backed out of the driveway. She was free.I should be happy, right?

The police were no help. After an hour of arguing with a few different detectives, Blaine realized that he was not going to receive anything he needed from them. They couldn't do anything because Kurt willingly went with his mother. In the professor's mind, it was ridiculous.

So, Blaine drove around for a bit. If he was lucky, he'd spot an out of state tag at some dive motel and then knock on every single door to find his boyfriend. That's how much he loved him. In his mind, the situation could only end badly and he wanted to keep Kurt away from anything that could hurt him emotionally.

After his third hotel, Blaine was ready to give up. He'd decided to head home and wait for a call or an email from his boyfriend.They have to own phones in Hell, right? As he neared his home, the one he hoped to permanently share with Kurt one day, his phone rang. Hoping it was his boyfriend, he answered without hesitation. "Hello! Kurt?"

"Were you expecting it to be Kurt?" It was his mother. If he didn't love her so much, he would have groaned.

"I hoped it was Kurt." He replied.

"Well, I have some information for you guys. Will he be with you soon?"Information?

"Ummm...I don't honestly know. He ran into his mother and-"

Emily cut her son off. "Wait! What? Hold on." Blaine's mouth snapped shut as he maneuvered his car into his parking spot; right next to Kurt's. "Okay, baby. Are you still there?" His mother asked.

"Yeah, Mom."

"Good. Peanut, are you still there?" Blaine almost smiled; almost. Lydia, or Peanut as her colleagues referred to her, was an old friend of the Andersons. She was a master in her field; a world class technical analyst, and that always worked out in their favor. Blaine once had her hack and ex-boyfriend's account so that Blaine could trash him on his Facebook page.

"That I am." A jolly voice rang out through Blaine's speaker.

"Great. Peanut, tell Blaine what you just told me." Emily instructed. The professor braced himself. News from Peanut was hardly ever good news.

"Okay. So, I did a bit of dirty digging –as a favor to your parents- on the account that was harassing Kurt online. NEPats?" She asked.

Blaine quickly responded. "Yes."

"So...this guy, Henry Davis, is a total weird-o." Professionalism was not Peanut's strong suit. "He's been investigated a few times for having sex with minors but the complainant always dropped the charges. So, I think he was paying them off."

Blaine nodded. At least they were getting somewhere with that side of things. "He's actually a physician in New Hampshire so, until just a moment ago, I figured Kurt would be fine. Slap a restraining order on him and you're golden."

"But..." Blaine didn't like where the conversation was headed.

"But...then I looked at his site financials. He used the same credit card each time he purchased a session with Kurt." Peanut advised.

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed. What does that mean? "Okay.....?"

"Honey, don't freak out." It was his mother again.

"You can't tell me not to freak out. That makes me freak out!" He insisted.

Peanut spoke up again a moment later. "The credit card belongs to a woman named Susan Davis. She is the former Mrs. Susan Hummel."

Blaine was certain his heart stopped. His lungs went with him. In an instant, his body was unable to function. Kurt, his Kurt, was with his mother who was married to a crazed fan. All at once, everything was too much. The young man couldn't catch his breathe. "Your father is calling in a few favors now. We're going to head out to-"

"I'm coming too!" Blaine interrupted. There was no way he was going to be the stranded boyfriend. He couldn't sit around and wait to see if Kurt was going to be okay. He had to take action.

"I don't think that's a good idea, son."

"I don't think it's any of your business." He shouted back. The line went silent and Blaine was certain he'd gone too far. "Shit, Mom. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

Emily replied in a voice that let Blaine know that she understood. "It's alright son. And don't worry, we'll find Kurt. We'll bring him home."

"I hope so."

Minutes turned into hours and Kurt was still a wreck. Uncontrollable sobs raked through his body as he sat on his knees in the foyer. Once again, his mother was gone. Once again, he was heartbroken. So heartbroken that he did not fight when Henry dragged him to the couch and instructed him to sit. He was in no mood to decline.

"Why did you leave?" He wailed as he rocked himself back and forth. He was so concerned with his mother's departure that he didn't notice Henry leaving the room. He noticed when the man returned, however.

"Shhh...don't cry, baby. It's okay." Henry purred as he snaked an around Kurt's shaking shoulders. "Here, I brought you some water." In a fit of defiance, Kurt slapped at the glass, causing it to fly out of Henry's hand and across the room.

Kurt's head reeled backwards from the force of the slap. He hadn't seen it coming. One moment, Henry was staring at him with angry eyes and the next minute a hand was colliding with his face. In all honesty, Kurt had never been more thankful to be slapped. For the first time since he arrived, Kurt was finally able to see the danger he was in. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Henry shouted.

"I try to be nice to you and this is what I get? Why do you always do this to me?" Kurt curled into himself on the couch and prayed that the man would stop. It was the first time he'd prayed in years. "I do all of this for you and this is how you repay me?"

Kurt felt a hand connect with his side. And then his arm. And finally his face. Henry was completely taken over by his rage. He was slapping and punching Kurt so hard and fast that Kurt wasn't sure where one hit ended and the other began.

"P-p-please stop." Kurt wailed. And Henry did. It was shocking turn of events. Henry reached around Kurt's head and grabbed onto the boy's hair. He cranked Kurt's neck backwards and evaluated the damage.

A mixture of tears, snot, and blood dripped from the performer's face. It was oddly arousing for the doctor. So, he did what was meant to be done when he was aroused. "You want me to stop?" He shouted. Kurt nodded to his best abilities despite the death grip Henry had on his hair.

"I wanted you to stop for months. I wanted you to stop teasing me and give me a chance. You didn't though. Now you know how I felt!" Henry shouted. He grabbed Kurt's hands in one swift motion and held them over his head with one hand. He then began trying to work Kurt's belt buckle loose with his other.

"NO! Please. NO." Kurt begged as his belt was being undone. "Please don't. I won't fight you anymore, but please don't do this. PLEASE! PLEASE!" His begging turned into sobbing as he felt his belt being ripped away from the loops on his pants.

"Yes! Yes!" Henry mocked." You're going to love it!" The doctor grunted as he unbuttoned Kurt's jeans and undid the zipper. Kurt's squirming increased with each motion. He had to get away.

"Stop. Please stop. Please. I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. Please. PLEASE STOP!"

The hand on his fly was gone in an instant. The performer was instantly relieved. Unfortunately, that relief was short lived. All too soon, Henry's free hand was colliding with the side of his face. "I said shut up!" He shouted. "Shut up! You did this! NOT ME! I wanted everything to be perfect for you but you couldn't just-" A knock interrupted the doctor's tantrum.

"What?" Henry shouted. His plans for the evening did not involve interruptions. Under less intense circumstances, he wouldn't have answered at all. He wasn't thinking, though. His mind was on one thing.

"Police. We received a 911 call to this residence. The person reported a disturbance."

Henry looked down at the trapped boy. "If you say a word, I will find Blaine and I will kill him." He whispered to Kurt. His eyes were wide and crazed in a way that meant that let Kurt know that he was serious. "Do you understand?" Kurt nodded. "Good."

"I'm sorry, officers," Henry shouted from the couch, "there must be a mistake."

There was a moment of silence and Henry hoped that they were gone. The Fates were not on his side. "Well, sir, we heard screaming when we came up. We just need to check that out."

Henry thought quickly on his feet; that was one of his many abilities. It helped him out during times of crisis; times like the one he was in. "Ummm...my boyfriend just lost his father." He shouted back to the officers. "He's devastated!"

"Do you think he could come to the door? After Dahmer, we have to check these things out."

"He's really broken up about this."

Kurt listened to the back and forth between his attacker and the only people that could save him. He hoped they didn't believe him. He hoped they wouldn't leave. If they did, Henry would hurt him in was far worse than his mother ever had.

"We have to see him, man. Tell him we're sorry, we just need to see him."

"I said...."

Henry was cut off by a blood curdling shriek. It was Kurt. He was screaming at the top of his lungs. "NO! HELP ME!" The doctor looked down at his victim. For a brief moment, he noticed a glint of something in Kurt's eyes. He'd seen it before. It was determination. Kurt wasn't going down without a fight. Well, Henry would give him a fight.

Just before the doors burst open, Henry landed another slap across Kurt's face. Seconds later, he was being tackled and restrained on the ground. Officers were everywhere. He had no way to run and nowhere to hide. Shit.

"Can we drive any faster?" Blaine shouted at the agent. When his mother said they'd called in favors, she meant HUGE favors. A group of SWAT team members picked the two Andersons up from the airport and drove them to Henry Davis' house.

The large man driving, Daniel, shot Blaine a sympathetic look. "We're trying. We're going to get there and he's going to be okay. Calm down."

The professor shook his head and sat back in his seat. He couldn't calm down. Kurt was with a psycho fan a world away from home. Calming down wasn't an option. He wouldn't be able to calm down until he knew Kurt was okay.

"We got company at the house." A voice rang over Daniel's scanner. Blaine looked around and saw a house in the distance with a yard full of squad cars parked in front.

"Is that it?"

"Yeah." Daniel replied. Blaine didn't know whether he was relieved or frightened. Was a police presence good or bad? If he was lucky, the officers were there to save Kurt. If he was not, then they were there for a more depressing reason; one that he couldn't acknowledge.

"Anderson, I want you to hang back and-"

Blaine was out of the car before Daniel finished his sentence.

Officers swarmed around Kurt like flies. Each asked if he was alright and if he needed medical attention. He answered each question with a shake of his head. He didn't need anything other than a ride back to Chicago. He just wanted to go home.

"Yo, Rutherford, we got company." The officer questioning Kurt turned at the sound of his name.

"Who is it?" Officer Rutherford asked as he turned back to the victim. The poor kid was battered and beaten. He looked like he'd been hit by a train.

"Federales!" His partner shouted. Officer Rutherford furrowed his eyebrows and excused himself from Kurt's presence. He then walked towards the window.

"Holy shit!" He whispered. Rounding the corner to the house was a caravan of black, Federal SUVs. He turned to Kurt with wide eyes. "Is your father the President or something?" He asked.

"The President is black." It was the first response the performer could come up with. His ears were still ringing from his attack and humor was the only emotion he could stomach at the moment.

The officer grunted and turned back to the window. "Well, you've got some friends in high places because they sent the Calvary out for you."

Kurt stood up and wobbled to the window. Sure enough, giant SUVs were pulling up behind each of the police cars. Quickly, the passengers exited the car. Giant guys of all shapes and sizes hopped out of the car. Kurt watched each of them from the window. He had no idea who they were but...."Blaine." He whispered.

Officer Rutherford turned to him. "What?"

"Blaine." Kurt shouted. There, hopping out of one of the SUVs, was Blaine. He looked frantic and disoriented.

"Who?"

Kurt shook his head and tore out of the house as quickly as he could. Blaine was there. Blaine flew across the country to save him. Blaine was perfect in every way imaginable.

"Blaine!" Kurt shouted as he slipped and tripped out of the house. He was shaky on his feet and his body hurt like hell, but he had to get to Blaine. "Blaine!"

"Blaine! Blaine!" The professor heard his name being shouted amongst the commotion. He knew the voice and he knew it well. It was Kurt. Somewhere in that yard, was Kurt. He had to find him. Unfortunately, the sea of people that were comparing notes on the lawn, made that difficult.

"Kurt!" He shouted back.

"Blaine." The voice was loud and clear. Blaine turned towards the shout and was met with a heartbreaking sight. As fast as he could, Kurt was jogging in his direction. With each step forward, the professor noticed each injury. Kurt's face was swollen and bloody and his body looked stiff.He must be in a world of pain.

Blaine's feet moved on their own accord. Slowly, he began to jog towards his boyfriend with the intentions of meeting him halfway. When he was close enough, he slung his arms around his boyfriend's neck and pulled him close. Kurt broke down instantly.

"I was so scared!" Kurt sobbed into his shoulder. Blaine nodded in response.So was I.

Hours passed in a slow haze. Each was filled with questions, exams, and promises to put Henry Davis, away for a very long while. During those hours, Kurt spoke only when spoken to. He has retreated into a shell, much like a turtle would, and he was hesitant and suspicious of everybody.

Once the questions were answered and the events were recorded, Kurt, Blaine, the Andersons, and their team, settled into a hotel for the evening. As quickly as they wanted to return home, they knew Kurt wasn't up for it. He may have refused major medical attention –advising that he was fine- but they knew he was in too much pain to sit on a plane or ride in a car. He had a hard enough time staying comfortable during the hour drive to the hotel. They knew traveling was out of the question for the moment. He was worn out, and so were they.

For the first time in a long time, Kurt allowed Blaine to dote on him. He sat back as his boyfriend dressed his wounds and washed his body. He was too exhausted to resist. Once his bath was finished and his injuries nursed, Kurt sat silently on the bed, waiting for his boyfriend to finish his shower. He hated being alone in the room, but he didn't dare speak up. While speaking had saved him from being hurt in unmentionable ways, it had also earned him the worst beating of his life. So, Kurt sat quietly and waited for his boyfriend to finish his shower.

Blaine rushed into the room moments later. "Sorry I took so long." Kurt nodded but did not speak. "I think we should talk about what happened today. I mean...we don't have to talk about it today, but....we should talk about it eventually." Blaine tried to gauge his boyfriend's reaction. Just as with every other time the professor spoke to his boyfriend that evening, the reaction was minimal at best. Kurt nodded numbly. That was it. Gone were the frantic, excited isms that made Kurt Hummel, Kurt Hummel. They were replaced by stiff nods and sad eyes. Blaine hated seeing his boyfriend so defeated.

Hours later, the couple lay on opposite sides of their giant, hotel bed. It was the first night since they got together that they didn't fall asleep in each other's arms. That was probably because they didn't fall asleep. Kurt spent his evening staring at the wall behind Blaine's head and Blaine spent the evening staring at his boyfriend's abused face. The boy's cherub cheeks were swollen and covered in bruises. Each purple blotch or bandaged piece of skin made the professor want to hurl. Kurt was too amazing to be hurt so badly.

"I think I want to go back to Ohio for a semester. I'm tired and I need time off." It was the first time Kurt had spoken since he'd broken down during their reunion. Hearing Kurt's voice again wasn't nearly as sweet as Blaine thought it would be. He sounded sad; broken.

Slowly, the professor inched across the bed to his boyfriend's side. He was afraid to move too quickly, fearing that he would frighten his vulnerable partner. "I think that's a good idea." He whispered when he and Kurt were face to face. "You're going to need to heal and I'm not sure if you can do that in Chicago. There are too many bad memories there."

Kurt nodded. It all started in Chicago. "Will you come with me? To Ohio, I mean."

Blaine smiled as best he could. "Of course." The professor replied. He would go to the ends of the Earth and beyond for Kurt.