Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I still do not own any of the characters they do, in fact, still belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox.

“What!” Kurt yelled into the phone. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Blaine wasn't staying in Westerville. “His parents were told not the leave the city.”

“That's what he said.” Wes told Kurt over the phone.

“Thank you, Wes. You've been great through this. If he contacts you—“

“You're the first to hear.” Wes finished Kurt's sentence.

Kurt hung up the phone and ran into the living room to find Carole just sitting down with a cup of tea. “His parents aren't taking him back to their house. He doesn't know…” Kurt was beginning to hyperventilate while explaining things to Carole.

“Sweetie, slow down. Blaine's parents aren't taking him home?” She asked guiding Kurt to the couch. Kurt only nodded his head. “Where are they taking him?”

“I…I…I…I…I don't know.” Kurt spat out. He was so scared. He thought his chest might explode from how fast his heart was racing. He had to get a hold of Blaine, but Wes said not to text him. He wanted to touch him and to talk to him and hold him; he just wanted to hold his boyfriend and tell him everything was going to be okay. “Wes said that he wasn't going home. That I shouldn't try to contact him; he would text me when he could.” It took everything Kurt had to hold back his tears.

“We'll figure this out. I'll call Mrs. Cummings.” Carole said leaving the room. As soon as she was out of eyesight Kurt let his tears flood his face.

Kurt didn't hear Finn walk into the room behind him. “What's wrong?”

Kurt jumped at the sudden voice behind him. Kurt only looked back at Finn.

“Oh, Blaine. What happened?” Finn asked sitting down next to his brother.

“I don't know where he is. He might not be okay.” Kurt said lying back on the couch.

As Carole called Mrs. Cummings; Blaine was being driven out of town.

“George, we were told that if we did this we could be arrested.” Vivian whispered to her husband.

“Woman, I'm not going to be investigated for abusing my son.” George snapped just loud enough for Blaine to hear.

“You did hit me.” Blaine said.

“Dammit, boy! Shut your god damn mouth.” George yelled at Blaine. “Just because you convinced that little faggot friend of yours I've been hitting you and that stupid old lady doesn't mean you need to be lying to everybody!”

“He's not my friend.” Blaine said sternly. “He's the love of my life.”

George hit the brakes so quickly Blaine went flying forwards and smashed his head into the back of his father's seat. “We'll see.” Is all he said to Blaine before he started to drive again.

“Jean, Blaine was picked up by his parents today and he's told friends that they're not headed home.” Carole said into the phone.

“Does Kurt have any idea where they might be going?” Jean asked Carole.

“No. Kurt got a call from one of Blaine's friends at Dalton. All Blaine knew was they weren't going home.” Burt walked into the conversation. He motioned for Carole to put the call on speaker phone.

“I will try to get the authorities on this, but taking your own child somewhere isn't what they'd call kidnapping.”

“Would they call it murder because if they don't do something that kid is gonna get killed.” Burt stated.

Finally the car stopped outside a large building without any markings on the outside. Blaine's parents got out of the car while Blaine stayed put in the back seat.

He quickly took out his phone and took a few photos of where he was. As fast as he could he sent the photos to Kurt with a message that read, ‘I don't see any signs, but this is where I am. I love you.'

Blaine took the battery out of his phone and hid it behind the seats putting the phone back into his pocket.

“Get out of the fucking car, Blaine!” He heard his father yell. Blaine didn't move. George opened the door and pulled Blaine out. “When I tell you to do something you better fucking do it, kid.”

He pushed Blaine to walk ahead of him.

Kurt's phone began to buzz with a text. He slowly looked at his phone expecting Rachel or Mercedes. He saw it was Blaine and quickly opened it to read it. There were five photos attached and a short message. The fact that it ended with ‘I love you' made Kurt's heart stop. He was breathing for now.

Kurt jumped from the couch and ran into where his parents were. “Blaine just sent me this.” He showed his parents his phone.

“I'm on my way to your house. I'll call the authorities on my way.” Mrs. Cummings said and hung up the phone.

Blaine was taken into a room with a single chair in the center. He saw wires and straps attached to it.

His heart began to race. There was no way he was getting out of here alive unless someone came to save him.

Dr. Briggs and George took one of Blaine's arms each and pulled him over to the chair. Vivian simply stood by the door.

Blaine tried to plead with her through his eyes, but she wouldn't make eye contact with him. “You're gonna let them do this to me?!” Blaine finally yelled at his mother. “I'm your son! You're my mother! You're supposed to protect me!” Blaine was crying at this point.

Vivian couldn't take seeing her little boy like this. Or watch her husband do what he was about to do. So she left. She didn't want Blaine to be gay anymore than George did, but she didn't agree with her husband's methods. She couldn't have a gay son and stay at the country club or the book club. She would be exiled as soon as they found out about Blaine. Her reputation couldn't handle it.

The men holding Blaine strapped him into the chair. His arms were attached to the arms of the chair with his palms facing up. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair and his shoulders were pinned back. There was no way he was going to escape this.

Dr. Briggs had set up a projector in front of the chair and began to show Blaine some photos of gay men, again. At first it was innocent flirting, but when the first photo of two man holding hands came on the screen two frozen pads were placed on Blaine's hands.

“Fuck!” Blaine screamed at the sudden cold. His hands were beginning to freeze to the pads when they were ripped off of him.

Another photo was shown to him of men together. Again they placed frozen pads on his hands. They repeated this for what seemed like days, but was only two hours.

“You still gay?” His father yelled at him.

“Gayer than the rainbow!” Blaine screamed back.

George smacked his son across the face again and walked out of the room. “Hey, doc, just so you know my sex life has been incredible. I had to apologize to Kurt for what I told you, but we've been making sweet love ever since.” Blaine had a huge smirk on his face.

The doctor just walked away and out the door behind George.

Vivian came back into the room and looked at her son strapped to the chair. “Blaine.”

“Get the hell out of here.” He scolded. He didn't want her anywhere near him.

“I'm sorry.”

“No, you're not. If you were sorry you wouldn't let him treat me like this.” Blaine said turning his head away from his mother.

“We're doing this because we love you.”

“Burning my hands with frozen pads is love?!” Blaine whipped his head around so she could see his pain. “This is love? I'm tied to a chair!” He screamed.

“Honey, being gay isn't—“

“Isn't what? Natural? Normal? Okay? Well, guess what no matter what you try I will always be gay and there's nothing you can do about it.”

“Blainey.”

“Get the fuck out.” Blaine said without thinking. This was his mother after all. No, he didn't care. She clearly didn't care if his father killed him for being this way. “Wait!” Blaine hollered. “When I'm dead because of your husband you should probably apologize to Kurt. Because it will be too late to ask for my forgiveness.” He said staring at the screen in front of him.

“Apologize for what?” Vivian asked.

“Taking away the one person in his life that loved him and was always right there for him. For taking me away from him for eight years. For taking me away forever. It will be on your head.” Blaine said without emotion. “He'll be broken and who knows when he'll be okay again.”

Vivian didn't say anything just walked out the door. “George, I think you should stop. He's not going to change.”

“Vivian!” George raised his hands and smacked his wife sending her flying down three flights of stairs.

“George!” Victor was shocked at the actions of the man standing in front of him. He had never seen George this violent before.

“Leave her.” He said and walked back into the room where Blaine was sitting.

Dr. Briggs followed George back into the room with Blaine. “That didn't do anything for you, huh?” His father asked.

“Nothing. I'm still very much turned on thinking about Kurt.” Blaine said smugly. “You wanna know what we do together dad?”

“No.” His father said simply.

“He'll just touch my face at first. It's really sweet and gentle and it reminds me why I fell in love with him.” Blaine could see both men in the room begin to get uncomfortable. “It's really something when you're actually making love to someone you actually care about. I love Kurt and there's nothing you can do to change me.” Blaine said to his father. “When he runs his hands over my back and grips at the muscles. The way his bare chest feels against mine. We're always in perfect harmony. I thought you liked him when we were kids, dad?”

George couldn't take one more word of what his son was saying. He walked over to Blaine and punched him in the jaw knocking Blaine and the chair over. “You are not my son.” He said as he towered over Blaine.

Jean Cummings had just gotten to the Hummel/Hudson residence and Kurt was hysterical. Carole was trying to calmly talk to Mrs. Cummings and Burt was so furious his face had turned beat red. Finn was trying to talk to Kurt to help his breathing.

Suddenly they all heard the sirens pull up to their house. Three officers came knocking on the door. “Kurt, sweetie, you're gonna have to be able to speak with the police.” Carole said taking his hand in her own.

Kurt tried to calm his tears quickly so he could speak to the police. “Mr. and Mrs. Hummel, I'm Officer Chappelle. What's going on here? Mrs. Cummings called saying this was an emergency.”

“It's really complicated.” Carole said from the couch with Kurt.

“No, it's not.” Burt interjected. “Blaine Anderson's father is beating the shit out of him and no one is doing a damn thing about it.”

At Burt's words Kurt got sick to his stomach and ran to the bathroom. “I got him.” Finn said going after his brother.

Finn walked to the bathroom to find Kurt kneeling in front of the toilet. “You don't have to stand and watch, Finn.” Kurt told him.

“Dude, you've got to talk to these people. Tell them what you know.” Finn told him.

“Finn, I don't know anything. I never saw…” Kurt trailed off.

“What?” Finn asked.

“Finn, something is seriously wrong. They are really hurting him.”

“How do you know?” Finn was very confused. Kurt couldn't see Blaine or what was happening to him.

“I don't know. People always say that when you're close to someone you can tell that something has happened. I never believed it until now. I'm feeling his pain. Finn, they're gonna kill him.” Kurt told him.

“You have to say something.”

“Say what, Finn? That I have a feeling that they're torturing my boyfriend in some building?” Kurt asked very sarcastically. “Because that will go over well.” Kurt stood up and brushed off his knees.

“Who's they?” Finn asked.

“His parents and his therapist. That man has been working for the Andersons from day one.” Kurt said to him.

“How do you know?”

“He tried to turn Blaine straight.” Kurt told him.

“Kurt!” He heard Carole yelling for him.

Kurt started to leave the bathroom when Finn brought him in for a large hug. “He'll be alright.” He said quietly into Kurt's ear.

“I hope so.”

They both walked slowly back to the living room to join everyone else.

“Mr. Hummel.” Officer Chappelle addressed Kurt. “What do you know about what's been going on? Starting from the beginning. The very beginning.”

Kurt looked from the officer to his family and back again. Kurt knew so much more than he had ever let his father know. He knew why Blaine never wanted to go home. He knew why Blaine was so depressed before they reconnected. He knew the events of Blaine's life almost as well as the events of his own.

“From the very beginning.” Kurt repeated. “We might want to sit down.” The room all took seats at the same time. “Blaine and I met when we were six. The first time I went over to his place I noticed his father was really aggressive. I didn't know what was going on, but when Blaine came to music rehearsal the next day he had a big bruise on his arm.”

“He said he ran into a…” Burt trailed off making the connection. “That son of a bitch. He's been hitting Blaine for years.”

“That's it; he hasn't.” Kurt interrupted his father. “He hasn't hit Blaine since. I mean he did a couple weeks ago, but nothing in between.

“But when we moved out here from New York his parents did everything in their power to make sure we never spoke again.” Kurt continued.

“Why?” Officer Chappelle asked.

“I'm gay. Apparently they could tell when I was eight. Wish they would have let me known.” Kurt said with a slight chuckle. “But our show choirs competed against each other a while ago. Twice actually. We recognized each other on stage; a few weeks later Blaine was questioning himself. He didn't know that he was gay and I wasn't going to question him; even though I had a huge crush.

“After we started ‘dating' he heard his parents talking about how they didn't want him hanging around me anymore. Then they saw us kissing in the hallway of my school and got it out of him.” Kurt was beginning to see the look change in the officer's eyes. He knew he was starting to hit a sore spot with him. “They made him go to a therapist who was paid to ‘turn him straight' then Mr. Anderson broke his nose and now I don't know where he is.”

“What happened today?” Officer Chappelle asked.

“His parents picked him up from Dalton Academy, his boarding school in Westerville, and took him somewhere. He managed to send me pictures of the area, but there were no signs.” Kurt gave the officer his phone open to the photos Blaine sent him earlier.

“We'll find him; if there's one thing I will not tolerate it's gay bashing and child abuse.”

“That's two things.” Finn mumbled.

“I'll send these photos to the station and we'll start looking for the location.” Officer Chappelle motioned for the other two to leave the house. “I can see the fear in your eyes, Kurt. He'll be okay.”

“Can I ask you something?” Kurt asked. Officer Chappelle nodded. “You attitude changed when I started talking about Blaine and I dating. Why?”

“My son. He's a lot like you and I can't imagine hurting him because of it. He's a good kid and being gay doesn't change that.” He told Kurt. “I will find him and I will bring him here.” The officer said to Kurt.

When the police had first arrived to the house Kurt wasn't sure what they were going to do; if they did anything at all. Normally a kid being ‘kidnapped' by his parents isn't that big of a deal. Luckily they got the officer with a gay son and determination to find Blaine before he's killed.

George finally picked up the chair and set it on four legs in the room. Blaine's hands had marks on them from the frozen pads. He was sweating profusely as he stared at his father.

“You used to be such a good kid.” George said avoiding eye contact with Blaine.

“Funny; you used to be a good father.” Blaine responded.

“What happened?”

“I'm gay. You don't like that.” Blaine said sternly.

“Blaine…”

“Look at me!” Blaine yelled. “If you're going to talk to me; look at me.” He demanded.

George slowly turned around to look at Blaine. He didn't look regretful or even sympathetic to Blaine's current state. He looked determined to finish what he had started. “Victor, next step.” George said while looking Blaine directly in the eye.

Victor Briggs carried a box over to Blaine. “What's the next step?” Blaine asked. No one answered.

The slideshow began to replay in front of Blaine.

The two men talking.

The two men kissing.

The two men hugging.

And each time a new photo appeared on the screen burning hot pads were placed onto Blaine's upturned palms.

With each connection to his palms Blaine screamed in pure pain. He had never felt anything so painful in his life. He was sure that this was the end for him.

While Blaine was being tortured by his father; Kurt was knelt in front of the toilet in the upstairs bathroom.

He knew that they were hurting his boyfriend and that if they didn't find him soon, Blaine was most likely not going to make it through the night.

Kurt clung to his phone while he sat in the bathroom about to vomit. He prayed that he would get a text from Blaine. It didn't even have to say anything. Just his name appearing on his phone would be enough.

After hours of feeling the need to vomit, but it never coming, Kurt went back downstairs to his family.

“Have you heard from him?” Finn asked.

Kurt only shook his head. Suddenly there were several knocks at the door. “Kurt!” He heard Rachel yell.

“I don't want to talk to her right now.”

Burt got up and answered the door. “Now is not a good time, Rachel.” He said to her.

“But Kurt and I must rehearse for nationals.” She said. “Oh, hi Finn.” She said peering into the house.

Finn turned around to face his brother. “Not now.” Finn mumbled. Kurt couldn't help, but crack a small grin.

“Rachel, really, you can rehearse some other time.” Burt said slowly closing the door in her face.

Burt went back into the living room with his family and sat down next to Carole.

Blaine screaming out in agony as they placed the hot pads on his hands for a seventh time. “Why!?” He screamed.

George's face remained the same. He looked as if he had no emotion in him. He was slowly killing his son and his wife was unconscious in a stairwell. He was no longer thinking about the consequences of his actions. He was going to lose every part of family he had.

None of that mattered as long as Blaine was normal again. Normal like Cooper.

Blaine's hands were blistering with the burning pads. They were red and bloody when he looked down at them.

“Well?” George asked him.

“Tell Kurt I love him.” Blaine said.

He had given up all hope of making it out of the building alive. He father would kill him before he let him walk out of there gay.

George wanted to go over and hit his son for saying that again. But he had to restrain himself from hurting him further until he knew if Blaine had been cured or not.

“It's not working.” Victor said to George. “Maybe you should—“

“I will not have a gay son.”

“You said I wasn't your son anymore.” Blaine said.

“Shut-up, faggot!” He screamed at Blaine. “I didn't want to have to, but it has come to what needs to be done.”

“George, I can't do this. I cannot help you with this.”

“Victor, you have to help me. We've come so far.” George pleaded.

“What if he can't be changed? What are you going to do?” Victor asked him.

Honestly, George never thought about failure to turn his son as a possibility. He always thought that a little therapy would help his son be normal again.

“Well, what are you gonna do?” Victor raised his voice.

“Do not yell at me.” George hollered back.

“I'm done, George. You have to finish this on your own.” Victor said walking out of the room.

Just as Victor's hand reached the door knob George had swung a thick board at his head. Victor fell to the ground motionless. Dead.

Blaine looked as he saw his dad hovered over his therapist's dead body. Blood had splattered everywhere. The board his dripping with it and George's face was covered.

“Where were we?” George asked turning back towards Blaine.

Blaine was sure this was the end, but he saw his father set the board down.

“I don't want to kill you, Blaine.” George said walking to the far corner and picking up a heavy box.

“What is that?” Blaine asked sounding extremely scared.

“It's something that is going to make you all better.” George said setting the box down at Blaine's feet. “The last thing I ever want to do is to hurt you, Blaine, but I must help and fix you.”

“I'm not broken.” Blaine said trying to sound as cocky as he had before without success.

“But you are. See, you're not supposed to think about boys that way. That faggot, Kurt Hummel, just made you forget.”

“Don't call him that!” Blaine yelled gaining back his strength to fight. As soon as his father had used Kurt's name he was ready to go ten rounds with him. He didn't care what happened to George Anderson.

George bent over and began to remove things from the box. There were, what looked like, ten wires attached to needles.

Blaine's sweating got worse at the sight. George took one needle at a time and slowly pushed them into the ends of Blaine's fingers. Each time Blaine's scream got louder.

George turned the screen back on to show Blaine and same photos as before, except this time jolts of electricity would be rushing through his body.

Each time a photo would appear on the screen his father would send a jolt of electricity rushing through Blaine's body.

Blaine screamed in pure agony as his father continued to torture him.

Blaine began to slowly lose control of his body. As the third burst went through his body he went into a seizure.

George was shocked at his son's current state. He didn't know what the electricity was going to do to him. He didn't even know how much he was pumping into his son. He just knew that this was supposed to work.

After Blaine's body was done seizing he slipped into unconsciousness. George looked onto his son; mesmerized by his unconscious body limp in the chair.

He felt for a pulse and, luckily, it was still there. Faint, but his heart was still beating.

Kurt lied on the couch feeling so sick to his stomach. He couldn't put his finger on why. He knew it had something to do with Blaine. He knew it.

He figured that George had beaten him senseless and he was lying on some floor unconscious without anyone there to help him. The thought of that alone was enough to make Kurt want to vomit.

“Hello?” Burt said into the phone. “Really? Great news. Thank you, Officer Chappelle.” Burt hung up the phone. He looked over to his son, who had a very optimistic look on his face. “They've pin pointed the area Blaine took those photos from and are driving there now.”

Kurt let out a sigh of relief followed by a wave of anxiety. “What if they don't get there in time?” Kurt asked.

“They will.”

George took the needles out of Blaine's fingers and unstrapped him from the chair. He picked up his unconscious son and took him outside to the vehicle.

George hesitated, but went back into the building to check on his wife. He hovered over her motionless body knowing that he had killed her too.

Blaine slowly woke up in the back of the car not knowing what was going on or where he was.

After a few seconds he got his baring and searched for the battery to his phone.

Slowly Blaine popped in the battery and turned on his phone.

Blaine Anderson
Sent 9:45 PM
I might not get the chance to tell you again. I love you so much, Kurt. You've made me happier than I have ever been. I was HOME with you.

Blaine quickly turned off his phone and stuck it back into his pocket.

Blaine Anderson
Received 9:45 PM
I might not get the chance to tell you again. I love you so much, Kurt. You've made me happier than I have ever been. I was HOME with you.

The text came buzzing into Kurt's phone. As soon as he read it the tears burst from his eyes and he was unable to stop them. He re-read the text and walked over to Finn.

“Finn, Blaine's going back to his house. Will you please drive me down there?” Kurt asked his brother.

“Dude, just tell the cops.” Finn told him. “You don't want to risk getting hurt yourself.”

“I will, but I want to be down there when they drag George Anderson away. And I don't want dad there.”

“They're gonna have to drive to pick up Blaine.” Finn told him.

“But after George is behind bars. My dad can't have another episode.” Kurt told him.

“Fine, but I'm calling Puck to go with us.” Finn told him.

The two boys snuck out the back door and met up with Puck down the street.

George pulled into his driveway and pulled Blaine from the backseat. “I know you're awake. I saw you moving back there.” He said.

Blaine weakly walked into the house as his father had a tight grip on his shirt dragging him along.

They got into the house and George threw his son to the floor and slammed the door behind him.

Blaine didn't have any strength left to try and move out of the way, so he just lied on the floor.

“Move, boy!” His father yelled and kicked his ribs. Blaine felt his ribs crunch inside of his body.

Blaine attempted to slide across the floor or raise his head, but he couldn't get it up.

George grabbed Blaine by the collar of his shirt and picked him up off the ground. He slammed Blaine into the wall hard enough Blaine's headed bounced off the wall hard.

When Blaine wouldn't respond to his father's screams; George decided it was best to just begin to hit him.

George took all the anger he had for his wife and his parents and his sons out on Blaine. His fist connected to Blaine's face at least two dozen times before he let Blaine's limp body fall to the floor.

He rapidly began to kick Blaine's torso with everything he had.

Finn pulled into the Anderson's driveway and Kurt didn't bother to wait until the car had fully stopped to jump out and head for the house.

Kurt opened the door without hesitation or a second thought and saw Blaine lying still on the floor in front of him. He knelt down to see if he was still alive. When he felt Blaine's pulse he stood up to see if he could see George Anderson.

Kurt saw the top of George's head on the couch. He attempted to leave the house to get Finn and Puck silently, but the floor creaked beneath him.

George turned around and saw Kurt standing there. With only three large steps George had made his way in front of Kurt and punched him in the jaw. Kurt went flying to the ground.

“You fucking little faggot! You did this to my family!” George screamed at Kurt.

From the floor Kurt looked over at Blaine and fought back the tears he knew were coming.

George moved and had Kurt in the same position against the hall that he had put Blaine into before.

“Finn!” Kurt yelled.

Finn didn't hear Kurt yelling but he knew something was wrong. He and Puck got out of the car and ran inside to see the scene unfolding.

Without any thought Puck punched George Anderson in the face making him back away from Kurt.

Just seconds later they heard sirens and saw police lights approaching the house.

The police barged into the house with weapons drawn. They saw Puck holding George on the ground with his fist raised. Kurt was knelt next to Blaine and Finn was trying to wrap his head around what had happened that day.

The police pulled Puck off of the man and hand cuffed George.

Burt and Carole came running into the house. “Kurt!” Burt yelled running to his son.

“Ambulance. NOW!” Kurt screamed.

“Get an ambulance.” Carole told the police.

“One is on its way.” Officer Chappelle told them.

Kurt moved and propped Blaine's head on his knees.

“Honey, let me look at your face.” Carole said kneeling down next to him.

“No, I'm fine.” Kurt snapped. Kurt started to run his fingers through Blaine's curly ungelled hair. “Please, honey. Don't let go. You're gonna be just fine.” Kurt said weeping.

Blaine's eyes fluttered open for just a moment so he could see Kurt. “Always.” He said weakly before his eyes shut.

“Blaine!” Kurt started to cry again. “Please, just hold on. You're gonna be just fine.” Kurt touched his forehead to Blaine's.

Suddenly the EMTs came rushing in the house. One knelt down next to Kurt gently pulling Blaine away to get him strapped to the stretcher. “We're going to take the boy to the hospital.”

“I'm going.” Kurt blurted out.

“His parents?” The man asked.

“I'll go.” Carole said.

“Are you his mother?” He asked.

“No, but his mother isn't here.” Carole responded.

“Take Mrs. Hummel and her son. He needs to be looked at also.” Officer Chappelle said.

The EMTs rolled Blaine into the back of the ambulance and Kurt and Carole got in the back.

“Mr. Hummel, I want to you know that Blaine's mother was killed.”

“What?” Burt exclaimed. “Did George do that?”

“It looks like. Also a Doctor Victor Briggs was found beaten in the building where Blaine was. Do you know who that is?” Officer Chappelle asked.

“It's Blaine's therapist.” Finn told them. “Kurt said he thought Dr. Briggs and Mr. Anderson were working together. Or that Mr. Anderson was paying him off.”

“Thank you, Finn.” Officer Chappelle said to him. “You two might want to get to the hospital.”

“Thank you for everything Officer Chappelle.” Burt said as he ushered the boys out of the house and too the cars. “Puck, head home.”

“I want to make sure Kurt's okay. No one messes with my boy Kurt.” Puck told Burt.

“Alright. We'll meet you at the hospital.” He said as he and Finn got into his car.

George Anderson was taken to the police station and put in an interrogation room.

“I want my lawyer!” George screamed at the glass. “I know you're all in there watching me. Judging me! What would you have done with your faggot son!?” He shouted some more.

George slammed his fist into the one-way glass and a detective came into the room. “Have a seat Mr. Anderson.”

“No, fuck off. I want my lawyer.” George yelled at the detective.

“He's on his way.” The detective sat patiently reading his newspaper and sipping his coffee while watching George out of the corner of his eye.

Moments later Cedrik Jenkins came into the room. “Detective Roberts, I'm Cedrik Jenkins; Mr. Anderson's lawyer.”

“Pleasure.” Detective Roberts shook Mr. Jenkins' hand politely.

“I would like ten minutes to get the facts from my client in private without the tape recording out interactions.”

“Very well.” Detective Roberts gave the people behind the glass a signal to stop recording and he left the room.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, George?” Cedrik blurted as soon as Roberts had left.

“That fucking little faggot Hummel. He turned my son gay. He was fucking a man, Cedrik. It's wrong and unnatural.” George shouted.

“George, you killed two people. They have concrete evidence against you. And Blaine is in a coma. If he doesn't pull through that's three counts of murder and the assault of a minor.” Cedrik told him.

“I didn't hit a minor.”

“Kurt Hummel is a minor. Whether or not you like the kid he's still under eighteen and therefore that one punch in gonna get you sent away for at least a year. Vivian and Victor are both dead. That's your life. And Blaine is in a coma that's until the day you die without parole.” Cedrik explained to him. “You're done. Your reputation is gone. Your sons are gone. You've destroyed your entire life in one night and you're never gonna get it back.” He told him in a sincere voice. “Plead guilty. Save everyone a lot of heartache of having to go to trial.”

“No, Kurt interfered. Victor disobeyed me. Vivian turned on me. And I was punishing Blaine.” George told him staring down at the floor.

“None of that is cause for assault and murder, George. Do not make that family go through a trial.”

“They deserve it. They ruined my family!” George shouted. “They fucked up my family and killed my wife and maybe my son.”

“You did that, George!” Cedrik screamed at him. “Not Burt or Kurt or any of the Hummel's. You! You killed your wife and you beat your son. I want to help you, I do, but you've given me nothing. There is no way to get you out of this, George.”

“There's a phrase that gets me out of everything, ‘I'll write a check.'” George said smugly.

“You're being prosecuted for murder not petty theft, George. No amount of money is going to help.” He told the overly confident man. “The judge isn't going to want your money. The judge is going to see a disturbed man that killed his friend, wife and hit two kids.”

“I'll get out of this.”

“George, we've known each other for a long time. I've gotten you out of some bad shit and you've done the same for me, but this will be too much.” Cedrik explained. “My reputation will be ruined. There is no way to get out of this. You're fucked.” Cedrik said standing up and leaving.

George sat alone in the interrogation room. He had no wife, no lawyer, no sons, and no life. He was through.

Kurt lied asleep from pain killers in his hospital bed directly across from a comatose Blaine.

Burt and Carole stood outside the room watching the boys sleep.

“How are they?” Mrs. Cummings asked walking up to the couple.

“Kurt has a slightly fracture jaw. They said if he hadn't been screaming and speaking so much it wouldn't have been so bad.” Carole told her. “Blaine on the other hand. The kid was beaten and electrocuted. The doctor said there is a slim chance he'll ever wake up.”

“Don't give up hope.” Jean said to her.

“I never do. Blaine's a strong kid. He'll be fine.”

“What the diagnoses?” Jean asked.

“He has six broken ribs. Massive internal bleeding. He bit through his tongue during a seizure. His body was in shock from the electroshock therapy.” Carole said. “A shattered arm and more.”

“His head suffered many blows. His jaw is broke, brain swelling, and a fracture eye socket.”

“Dear lord. That poor child. No one should go through something like that.” Jean told them. “I've worked it with Child Protective Services and because Blaine had already given his consent you can sign documents of guardianship at anytime. Which means his next of kin won't need to be here for them to treat him fully.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Cummings. We'll see to that immediately.” Burt said.

“I'll see you in the morning. Try to get some rest. I'm sure they'll be fine.” She said and walked away.

“Carole, I do think we need to contact Blaine's brother in Los Angeles.” Burt told her.

“If you think that best.” Carole said to him. “Be sure to tell him the whole story.”

The entire Glee club including Mr. Shue came running into the hospital lobby to meet Finn and Puck.

“Is he okay?” Mr. Shue asked.

“Yeah, his injuries were minor.” Puck said.

“What about Blaine?” He heard a male voice asked from behind.

“He's in a coma. Doctors say it doesn't look good. Who are you?” Finn asked.

“We're the Warblers. Blaine's not okay?” Nick asked.

“No, really bad.”

“We shouldn't have let him leave campus.” Wes said angry at himself.

“There was nothing we could have done.” Trent told him.

“Can we see them?” Tina asked.

“Only my parents are allowed up there right now. They don't want a bunch of kids in the room.” Finn said. “We should just wait here until my mom or Burt comes down.”

The group all sat down together in the hospital lobby. For once every single one of them was speechless.