It was a tense week. There was no word from anyone about Kurt and the police had gotten nowhere. Since it was a kidnapping, the FBI were also involved, but they had no leads that they were willing to talk about and no way to get inside the Anderson estate without probable cause. Since Kurt was the son of a senator, they had kept any word out of the media, expecting word from the kidnappers demanding anything from money to prisoner exchange. Blaine was living at Puck's house, still uncommunicative and spending all day rolled in a miserable ball, trembling and sobbing. Sophia was the only one that was able to get him to eat, but he wouldn't talk. Because they were still worried about Blaine being returned to his parents, nobody told the FBI about him.

Lauren had told her uncle about the rescue of Blaine, but how afraid they were that the Anderson's might have Kurt – and might get Blaine back only to torture him again. Detective Zizes listened to his niece and was keeping some of the information to himself in order to keep Blaine safe. As for the FBI, they didn't believe anything Kurt's friends told them, they were convinced he had been spirited from the country by terrorists.

Kurt was waiting for someone to come and save him and each day as he heard nothing but the Watchman as he thrust the awful food through the slot in the door, he grew more despondent. It was getting hard to walk anyway, his leg ached all the time and it was getting streaks of red above the gash, which was fill of pus. There was only the little bit of water every evening to wash it with. Someone had fixed the window and now it was harder to see out, but Kurt spent a large part of every day looking out. He managed to pry the window open about six inches, but that was all. He had finally come to the conclusion that nobody had figured out where he was, and he began to despair, lying on the dirty mattress and trying to smell Blaine's scent.

Lauren was exasperated. Nothing was moving forward and Blaine was much worse. She speculated about what would happen...would the Anderson's ask to trade Blaine for Kurt? In the mean time, Blaine was getting so bad, and they were afraid to take him anywhere. Lauren didn't tell her uncle where Blaine was, and for some reason nobody asked. She or Santana or Puck was with him all the time – each taking a turn to sleep in his bed to make him feel safe. He would wrap himself around them, but they could all see it wasn't the same thing. His eyes were dull and he was losing weight.

Lauren had enough the day Blaine stopped sobbing and just lay there, no longer speaking to anyone, not even Sophia.

She went looking for Blaine's brother, Cooper.

Ring Ring

“Anderson.”

“Is this Cooper Anderson?” Lauren asked.

“Yep. What can I do for you?” the voice said.

“Do you have a brother named Joshua? He lives in Ohio.”

“Who the hell is this? My brother died in a skiing accident almost four years ago in Switzerland,” Cooper said, his voice betraying his annoyance.

“Mr Anderson, I don't want to upset you, but the reason I am calling is that Blaine...I mean Joshua...is in deep trouble and I think you might be able to help him. But I need a guarantee that you will not breathe a word because his life is in danger.”

“Blaine?”

“I think you called him Blainers?”

“Oh. My. God. Where are you? Where's my brother? I'll be there as soon as I can get a flight,” Cooper's panicked voice came through the phone.

“First, do not call your parents or you won't see your brother. His life depends on that,” Lauren said into the phone.

“I don't...I won't... ah, we don't speak - - where is Blaine?” Cooper was almost hysterical.

“He's safe with me for now, but he isn't doing well. I think he needs you. Text me your flight information and I will be waiting at the airport in Columbus.”

“Finn? We got so many calls, but we were not in range. We were on an offshore oil rig at the planning committee's investigation. Now the FBI is flying Burt and I home. They won't answer any questions and we can't get Kurt on his cell. What is going on?” Carole said into the phone when she finally got Finn to answer.

“Mom? I've been trying to get hold of you for days. I didn't want to upset Burt with his heart, but you need to come home right now. It's Kurt...” Finn said into the phone. “They are doing what hey can, but I need to talk to Burt as soon as possible. There's a lot going on and I have to explain. Okay, Mom, I'll see you tonight.”

Kurt was asleep on the mattress. He had cried himself to sleep again the night before and he was losing hope. He sang Toora Loora Loora to himself to try and calm down, wondering how Blaine was coping. He was as worried about Blaine as he was about his own situation. Surely someone would figure out that these monsters had taken him, they must know where he was. He'd tried to ask the Watchman if there had been a ransom note sent, tried to get him to listen – there was money to be made if he would help Kurt to escape. He didn't know if maybe the police thought he'd been kidnapped because his father was a congressman. Then he worried about his dad's heart. And all that led in a circle and he was crying himself to sleep again.

Lauren was standing at the gate to the baggage pick-up at the airport when she saw Cooper. Even though she had never met him, she knew it was him. Nervous, a worried expression on his face, and he looked a lot like Blaine. She called out to him, “Cooper?” and he came hurrying over to her.

An hour later she was sitting at the park, asking Cooper what he knew about Blaine. She wanted to be sure of him before she took him to see his brother. Cooper was pacing back and forth. Being deprived of his brother for years, he wanted to see him right away, but he knew he had to make this girl trust him before that could happen, so he was trying to be calm.

“My father called me three years ago in my last year at Yale. He told me that Blaine was going to school in Switzerland because he'd been a problem at home. I wanted to talk to him, but Father wouldn't give me his number, he told me Blaine wasn't allowed to talk on the phone or use the computer his first six months at the school. I was excited to talk to him, but a few weeks before the day, Father called to tell me Blaine had died in a skiing accident. That he had been buried in Switzerland. He wouldn't give me the money to even go to Blainer's funeral. I was still waiting to take my bar exam and had no money of my own, I hadn't started my law practice yet. It broke my heart.” And indeed, Cooper was sitting there in the park, tears running down his face unchecked. “I've barely spoken a word to either of my parents since.” Cooper tried to keep his hands from shaking, he was so overwrought with emotion.

“How is he now, Lauren?” he asked, fear and anticipation in his voice. He knew there was a reason she hadn't taken him to see Blaine right away.

“I have to tell you a few things before I take you to see him. First, did you know Blaine is gay?”

“Yes, well, I always thought so. Is that why you won't let me see him? For god's sake, it isn't an illness....” Cooper started to get angry.

Lauren held up her hand. “No. I'm okay with it. But your parents weren't. He came out to them when he was twelve. They locked him in the attic until my friends Kurt and Puck found him and got him out two months ago.”

“What? Oh...my...how? Twelve? He's almost sixteen! I'm going to kill them. How is Blaine? Take me to him right now. NOW.” Cooper was shouting now, but Lauren laid a hand on his arm to calm him.

“I'm taking you there in a few minutes, but I need to tell you more.”

Cooper looked like he probably couldn't take any more, but sat and listened as Lauren told him how after Kurt and Puck rescued him, they had hidden Blaine and helped him come to terms with his imprisonment. She also told him about his connection to Kurt and what happened when Kurt disappeared. She did her best to prepare him, but really, nothing could prepare somebody to see their teenage brother when they thought he'd died as a child three years ago.

Cooper sat with his face in his hands, tears pooling in his palms. “Please...” he said in a heartbreaking sob, “Please, by all that is holy, take me to see my brother.”

Lauren knocked on the door, which was opened by Puck. She introduced him to Cooper and asked how Blaine was today.

“He's bad, Lauren. Gramma got him to eat a little soup, but he won't speak. I hope seeing you,” Puck gestured toward Cooper, “might help him.”

Puck knocked on the door, turning the knob to let them in because he didn't expect an answer.

“Blaine, can you turn over? I have somebody here that wants to see you.”

Blaine didn't even move.

“Blainers?” Cooper said. Blaine froze. Cooper moved over to the bed and sat down, resting his hand on Blaine's hip. Blaine turned over, his eyes huge, his lip quivering as he looked to see if his ears were telling him the truth. In a split second, he was in Cooper's arms, crying and shouting, hugging and trembling all over, murmuring, “Coop, Coop, Coop....where were you?”

Puck and Lauren excused themselves so the Anderson brothers could reunite in privacy, though it wouldn't have mattered. They only saw each other.