Chapter 64 - What Can We Do?

The next day brought no further answers for Kurt and Blaine. "Dad, what do you mean you can't get information?" Blaine was desperate. Kurt was withdrawn and depressed, so Blaine was on the terrace freezing his ass off talking to his dad.

JR was clearly upset and a little desperate himself. "Granddad has some of his best staff on it. They made some calls and were able to only determine that he was initially released to a hospital after he got sick."

"He got sick?"

"That's what we're being told. The prisons in Italy are so overcrowded right now that they aren't keeping any contagious inmates if they can place them in a secured hospital room. He's one of the younger inmates at nineteen years old and he comes from a wealthy French family. They figured they could get the parents to pay for the hospital bills. Save some cash. Whatever the case, they didn't seem to know what happened to him after that. He didn't return." Blaine couldn't see his dad over the phone, but JR was shaking his head in disbelief that it happened. "The lawyers are working on what happened after that. They've got calls into the parents, the hospital and any police staff including the prosecuters in Italy."

"I hope he got the crap beaten out of him in prison at least once." Blaine was seething yet his teeth were chattering in the cold.

"Blaine, I know you're mad. We just need a few more days to sort this out and figure out what we can do. In the meantime, I filed a restraining order against Paul Laurent, but, he may be under a different name."

"Can you check it out based on his work?"

"Yeah. That's right. You said he was delivering your Chinese food, right?"

"We ordered it from Hunan Wok a few blocks south of here." Blaine went back inside and grabbed the menu. "Here's the phone number." Blaine read it to him.

"I'll check on it. Did it seem like he planned this?"

Blaine thought for a second but all he remembered was seeing him. "I don't know. I don't think so. He seemed shocked to see us and I pushed him out the door and yelled for him to leave and never come near the building."

"So you don't think he knew?"

"No. I don't think so. The key is that he knows where we are now and that's what's bothering us more."

"I know son. You and Kurt hang tight while we gather the information we need. In the meantime, what are you guys going to do?"

Blaine glanced at Kurt who was sitting on the couch watching the TV. He was despondent at best. "We're going home. I think it would be best for Kurt to get away from here where he knows Paul might show up somewhere."

"Okay. Be careful and call me when you get back home."

"I will. Thanks dad."

Blaine put his phone in his pocket and joined Kurt on the couch. "Hey there. What're you watching?"

Kurt turned to Blaine and took his hand in his twining their fingers together. "I'm not watching. I was eavesdropping on you."

Blaine laughed a little. "I'm worried about you."

"I know. It's still a little shocking to me and I don't know how I feel yet." Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I'm upset obviously and shocked, but beyond that, I don't know if I'm scared mad or just confused."

Blaine tucked his arm behind Kurt's back and stroked his hair. "I think you can be all of those things all at once, don't you?"

"I hope so, or else, I'm crazy." Kurt laughed quietly.

"You're not crazy. You're acting exactly how you should act. I'd be worried if you didn't react at all."

"Okay, so you were out on the terrace for a reason. Do you have bad news for me?" Kurt's eyes were filled with worry.

"Well, it's not bad news, but it's not good." Blaine pulled Kurt a little tighter against him with his one arm. Kurt's grip on Blaine's hand tightened just a bit but he kept his head resting comfortably on Blaine's shoulder as he just stared at the intertwined hands. The contrast in skin color was amazing and perfect. How Kurt loved the contrast of Blaine's skin to his. It made him smiled just a little bit. "He was sick and sent to a hospital because they can't have sick inmates at the prison due to over population. After the hospital, well, they're still working on what happened after that."

"Oh. So he's here and that's all we know?" Kurt's response was flat. It was very out of character for him. Kurt was always a little over the top and this change in behavior concerned Blaine.

"Yeah. For right now, that's it." Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's head. "Dad is going to call as soon as he has more information, but he also got a restraining order on Paul. We're just not sure if his name is still Paul Laurent. He could've changed his name."

"I never thought about that possibility."

"I love you Kurt and I want you safe. Do you want to go home?"

"Yes. I want to go home. I don't want to feel like I might see him around every corner or in every bathroom." Kurt let out a huge sigh. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I'm completely fine with going home. We have our whole future in New York City." Kurt shivered when he said that. In his mind, he was not going to come back to New York City while that crazy ass was here. He didn't say anything. "I'm going to call the pilot and get the flight plan filed so we can leave by this afternoon. Okay?" Kurt nodded.

It had been a week later when the final information was received. Blaine and Kurt met JR, Catherine, Burt and Carole at Burt's house in the evening. Catherine and Carole decided to go for coffee while the boys met with Burt and JR. Kurt still wasn't himself and Blaine became more worried every day. He hadn't told anyone, but he thought Kurt might need professional help to get past this. As they sat around the dining room table having just had dinner, Carole brought in coffee. It was Kurt that finally cut to the chase. "So JR, I know you're here to give us the information, but judging by how you haven't just started into it, it must not be good."

JR looked at Kurt with sadness. "It's not the worst it could be, but your right Kurt, it's not good. Paul was taken to the secured hospital, but while there he underwent a battery of tests."

Burt asked a question. "Was that for the mystery sickness that he had?" Burt was as angry as Kurt's ever seen him.

"No. It wasn't. He became manic when they gave him some medication. He went into some type of psychotic episode. They started to test him for some type of personality disorder or something...." JR trailed off as he tried to locate the information on the sheet of paper he was perusing. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. He was there for a month and diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder."

Kurt looked up in shock. "What? He's been sick and his parents never did anything to help?" Kurt had a dumbfounded look on his face.

JR shook his head as he flipped through pages of items. "No, it's not like that. His parents took him to a doctor a few years earlier when he was around sixteen and he was diagnosed with depression. They treated him for depression. Now, I don't understand all of this medical crap, but we were told that when he was depressed the depression medication made him better, but when he was manic the depression medication made him feel suicidal."

Burt cut in for a minute. "I don't care about his suicidal tendencies. He severely hurt Blaine and raped Kurt. What can we do JR?"

Kurt softly spoke up. "Dad. Can we hear the entire story. I would very much like to get more information on his medical records if we can."

Blaine squeezed his hand. He knew what Kurt was thinking. He knew Kurt was starting to feel sorry for this person. "What are you saying Kurt?"

"I just want to know. I want to know what caused this bastard to do this to me and you. He was crazy that day. I know it. He was crazy. I could see it in his eyes."

Burt couldn't believe what Kurt was saying. "Kurt. I don't want you to dig into this anymore. He's trash and he needs to be put away or deported. I don't care where he goes, he just needs to go." Burt was getting extremely angry with every word.

"Just.. JR, please continue." Kurt said a little irritated.

"Well he had been abusing recreational drugs. He didn't finish school and he may have been on meth when he attacked the two of you. Apparently, meth can cause homicidal tendencies and increased sexual drive when a person is going through a manic episode." JR glanced around and grabbed another folder. "He was spending a lot of money and withdrawing a lot of money. This supports that he may have been purchasing a lot of drugs."

Kurt took a deep breath. "So he was still doing some bad things."

Burt was angry. "Kurt why are you looking for a way to forgive this bastard for what he did to you. He's still a bad guy. It doesn't matter."

"I know dad, but what if his parents had taken him somewhere for a second opinion? What if he had the proper medical treatment? Maybe this all could have been avoided."

Blaine turned Kurt's head to him. He physically moved Kurt to face him. "You can't let him off the hook for this."

"I'm not. I just feel like I need to understand." Kurt took a deep breath. "I'm still scared of him. So totally frightened, Blaine. I spent so many nights while you slept, just thinking about what happened that made him bad." He looked down to his lap for a moment before he looked up again with tears in his eyes. "Blaine. I still need to come to terms with all of this. Again. It's so much. I don't want to move to New York City if he's there. I can't."

"But, Kurt. You and I can. We can beat this." Blaine was so worried now. Kurt just said that he can't go to New York City. It scared Blaine. The couldn't start life out apart.

"I don't know what to do to make this all better." He tapped himself on the forehead. "I'm reaching in the dark for something and maybe I just need all the information I can about him. Maybe I just need him dead. Maybe I need to forgive him. I just don't know Blaine, but I'm trying. I'm wading through this to see if I can get to a place where I can continue my life with you in New York City. Please.. Please.. Just help me." Kurt had tears streaming down his face. Blaine was sure he needed someone to talk to. He needed to support Kurt right now.

"Okay. We'll research." Blaine held his face gently as he cried too. "We'll do whatever we need to do to make sure you can sleep at night. I need you Kurt. I need you to be with me in New York City. I don't work without you. Okay?" Kurt nodded while Blaine pulled him into a hug. Kurt buried his face in Blaine's neck and Blaine whispered. "Okay Baby. We'll fix you together."

Burt felt bad that he had reacted the way he did. Kurt was a different person. He was feeling and caring and loving. Of course he would want to know everything. That was how Kurt thought. Burt moved to hug both boys. "I'm sorry boys. We'll do what we need to do. Okay?"

JR brought them all back. "Listen. He was eighteen years old when he did this. This was considered an adult and he stood trial as an adult. Kurt and Blaine were minors so it looked bad for him. After the hospital filed the report with the prison, he was released permanently to their care to continue treatment and complete his sentence." He pulled out a piece of paper from his briefcase. "His parents paid someone to help them get him out of there and took him back to France where they got him a new name and passport. They're lucky they have money. They shipped him off to New York City to attend college at .." He trailed off as he scanned the page. "City College of New York." JR looked up at the boys. "That's how he's in Manhattan."

Burt focused on holding in his anger. "Is he unsupervised? How can he stay here if he didn't finish his sentence?" Burt tried to focus on important information that he hoped would ease his anger just a little bit.

"As far as we know he is unsupervised. He is considered a fugitive in Italy and can be brought back to have his sentence doubled." JR glanced at the page again. "Hmmm. Well, they decreased his prison time from the original three years to eighteen months because of his medical issue, but still." JR put everything down and looked up at the boys. "We're getting more information on his move here to see what we might be able to get him on."

"What's his name?" Kurt asked very out of the blue.

"He's here under the name. Paulo Lorenzo."

"Not too different I guess."

Burt asked, "Can we question him in any capacity?"

"We're thinking about advising where he is, however, it's not likely they'll do anything since prisons in Italy are really crowded. I think we'll have to get him on something here if we do anything at all."

Blaine looked at his dad in shock. "What do you mean dad? What do you mean if we do anything at all?" Blaine looked almost as angry as Burt at this point. "We have to do something."

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand. "Calm down baby." He said with a firm tone.

It was then that Burt really looked at his son. He was mature and he handled himself with such respect. He was handling Blaine. That was actually the best part of it all. He was completely in control of the situation. What he wasn't able to do was deal with the actual fear.

"Blaine. We have Granddad's best on it, okay? We'll think of something. In the meantime, we have updated his restraining order to include the name he is currently using."

Blaine held Kurt in bed that night. "I know it's not the perfect situation Kurt, but hopefully the lawyers will think of something." Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt tightly. They hadn't been intimate since last week when things fell apart for them. Kurt had been distant. Blaine felt he needed time to deal with seeing Paul. Blaine was feeling so lonely the last few days. He just wanted to feel close to Kurt. He ran his hands down Kurt's chest and heard Kurt sigh. Blaine thought that was a good sign, so he continued south to his waist where he dipped his fingertips below the waistband.

"Blaine. I really don't feel like it. I'm sorry." Kurt had tears in his eyes. He was having nightmares and couldn't get Paul's face out of his head. He didn't want to associate Paul with sex and if he couldn't get his face out of his mind, he just might do that.

"Okay." Blaine felt rejected. It wasn't on purpose but at that moment he moved away and lay on his back. He'd been masturbating the last few days and it looked like he would have to take care of himself yet again. He loved Kurt so much and every vision in his head while he masturbated was of Kurt and him, but he was starting to feel like he wasn't in a relationship.

Kurt wanted to ask Blaine to hold him but knew Blaine was frustrated. He really didn't blame him. A few minutes passed and Blaine thought Kurt must be asleep. He rolled quietly out of bed and padded to the bathroom to take care of business. He stood by the toilet stroking himself quietly. He was sure that Kurt wouldn't hear the muffled moans that he held in by biting his lip. He closed his eyes and imagined Kurt's hand on him stroking and pulling just right. His thumb glided over the slit picking up the precome gathered there as he stroked and stroked. His arm was tired and he wanted to come. He was ready as he felt the pooling in his belly. Blaine couldn't completely hold in the grunt as the first bit of come left him, but at that moment, he wasn't worried about it. He needed the release. All the stress since New Year's Day needed to be relieved and right now this was the only way. As Blaine cleaned up his mess and got a drink of water, he could see the guilt in his face. He would never ask Kurt to do something he wasn't ready to do.

Kurt heard Blaine's release, but wished he hadn't. He wanted Blaine. He just wasn't ready and it was okay for Blaine to take care of himself. Kurt felt so guilty as Blaine quietly slipped back into the bed and fell asleep.