“Right, Mr Hummel. I understand you want to hear the reasoning behind why we believed you were this child’s father, however, we do have some questions and such we need to ask you first,” Sergeant Black informed them.

“Why can’t you just get to the point, I mean I’ve been here for so long with you questioning me, however I seemed to be getting very few answers in return.” The conversation had only just started and Kurt could already feel himself getting angry.

“Okay, I understand and I’m sorry. Please calm down and I will begin so we can get to answering your questions as soon as we can,” Sergeant Black reasoned. “The reason we were asking so many details about Miss Day is because she’s the mother of the child in question here.” Kurt nodded he knew this much, but they still weren’t getting to the point.

“Before we go any further, don’t I at least deserve to know the name of the child?” Kurt questioned. He really was intrigued by this if he had a son, of all the names in the world which one did he have.

“Alaxander Eric Day.” Kurt looked at his father who was wearing a shocked expression that summed up just how he himself felt. Eric was his middle name, it was the middle name all Hummel’s had given their eldest boy for a very long time.

Kurt could feel Blaine’s questioning eyes on him; of course he wouldn’t know quite why it was such a big deal. He turns to Blaine to allow him to explain

“You’re wondering why my father and I are so shocked aren’t you?” Kurt questioned him, already knowing the answer.

“Well yes, I know it’s the name of the child who may be your son, and that he has been given your middle name, but that doesn’t explain either of your reactions.” Kurt could see the quizzical look on Blaine’s face.

“Eric isn’t just my middle name, the middle name is also that of my dad and grandfather, and many other male Hummel’s before him,” Kurt explained voice shaking slightly.

“So you think she did it on purpose?” Blaine questioned him.

Kurt shook his head. Maybe Sarah somehow knew his middle name but that didn’t mean she knew the meaning behind it. That however didn’t stop Kurt feeling awful that this special family tradition had been used by someone else.

Kurt glanced back at the officers. “Can we refer to him as Alaxander?” Kurt requested. “I mean you want me to believe that he is my son, so let’s please talk about him like he’s a real person.”

“Of course. Now are you sure you’re ready for us to tell you why we believed Alaxander was your child, even without a paternity test?”

Kurt was about to respond when his dad interrupted. “Just a second,” Burt requested, “if it’s okay with Kurt, can I see the pictures of the child you’re proposing is my grandson?”

“I don’t have a problem with this if you have the photos on you,” Kurt answered. He then watched as Sergeant Black pulled the photos out and passed them to his father. Kurt was shocked that Officer Moore was staying so quiet now, not that he was complaining as he didn’t overly like the man.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see his father’s facial expression change many times, in a very short space of time, before hearing his father sigh. “He does look like you, Kurt. I don’t just mean as a child, his baby pictures remind me of you as a baby,” Burt offered.

“It just makes things more confusing doesn’t it?” Kurt spoke while turning to face his father. “I mean you would know better than anyone if there is a resemblance but that doesn’t explain it.” Kurt watched his father nod, as if waiting for him to continue. “I think the best thing I can do is hear about what rubbish Sarah told these two,” Kurt pointed in the direction of the officers.

“I think you’re right kiddo.” While he spoke Burt placed a hand on Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt was glad for the presence of his dad. “Get their side, then we can work though sorting it all out.”

Kurt turned back towards Sergeant Black and Officer Moore, and spent a minute examining their facial expressions before speaking. “I’m ready to hear what you have to say,” Kurt admitted and he really was ready. “I mean I’m sure it can’t be any crazier that what you have already told me.”

“Okay Mr. Hummel, like yesterday if you need us to stop just tell us and we will do so.” Kurt just nodded he really wasn’t in the mood for any more stalling. “The reason we were asking you questions about the last time you saw Miss Day is because, according to her, it was then that she became pregnant,” Sergeant Black began, but for Kurt he wasn’t getting to the point fast enough.

“This is stupid,” Kurt interrupted, in a slightly harsher tone than he intended.” I would not have sex with someone because I was drunk. Sorry I’m about to release this piece of information, Blaine,” Kurt continued turning to look Blaine in the eye, hoping he would understand why he was going to say what he was, he turned back to the policemen. “It isn’t something I ever really wanted to discuss, especially in front of my father. But Mr. Anderson and I were in a relationship for years before we started to be intimate after drinking.” Kurt was sure he heard his father’s sharp intake of breath. Yes, his father accepted them, but their private life was always a tentative subject around his father. “Before that it was always purely sober. I most definitely wouldn’t have changed that for a woman.”

“We have a reason to believe you weren’t just drunk, Mr. Hummel.” It was Officer Moore who spoke this time.

“Care to elaborate?” Kurt asked through gritted teeth. Why couldn’t they get to the point without him having to ask?

“We have reason to believe your drink was spiked. We even know which drink was spiked,” Officer Moore admitted. It was Kurt’s turn to gasp. He looked between Officer Moore and Sergeant Black hoping one of them would continue, but he didn’t trust himself to speak without his voice being stupidly high.

“I can see you’re shocked Mr. Hummel, but I am pretty sure the information my officer just told you is correct. May I ask what you were drinking when you went to say bye to your now fiancé? And what you did with your drink while you were saying bye?” Kurt didn’t feel the need to be quite as defensive when he was addressed by Sergeant Black instead of Officer Moore.

I took Kurt quite a while to think back and remember what he was drinking that night, however when he thought about it he realised he wouldn’t drink many different beverages back then. “I believe I was drinking a long island ice tea. It was my first one of the night--before then I had been drinking vodka and orange juice. I was on the couch when Blaine told me he needed to leave. I don’t know where I put my drink though, is it important?” he questioned again.

“I’m afraid it’s quite important, yes sir. We need to know if what we have been told by Miss Day matches up with what you can tell us,” Sergeant Black explained calmly.

“Excuse me Sergeant, Kurt.” Blaine interrupted. “I didn’t drink that night because I was driving. He placed his drink on the table next to the coat stand. He didn’t want to bring it outside, and he wanted to come out with me to say a proper good bye. Back then we were still funny about showing affection in front of others, even friends and family.”

Kurt watched as Sergeant Black shook his head before speaking. “I’m afraid it all adds up. The information we were told is consistent with what both of you just said. So we really do believe your drink was spiked.” Kurt could hear a small hint of sadness or pity in Sergeant Black’s voice.

“You’re sitting here acting very calm about this. Why are you sitting here and not looking for the person who did it?” Burt barked angrily.

“Congressman Hummel, please calm down. We’re not looking for the person who spiked your son’s drink because they already confessed.”

“Oh my god, so my drink was spiked and now you are going to tell me I apparently made Miss Day have sex with me because of this. This is crazy. Dad, Blaine, you have to believe me.” Kurt couldn’t help but lean down and bang his head against the table, he felt like he was going crazy.

“Mr Hummel, if you would allow me to continue we do not believe you did anything of the sort.”

“Oh for God’s sake you are making no sense,” Kurt groaned. “Why the hell do you think I am father to this child?”

“You said you don’t remember going to bed right?” Officer Moore was back to asking the questions, just what Kurt needed when he was getting angry.

“Correct,” Kurt admitted, eyeing Officer Moore wearily.

“And you told us your dad and Finn both said they didn’t put you there. Would your step mom, or any other friends at the party?” Kurt just shook his head in response.

Officer Moore turned toward Burt before addressing him directly. “Just to confirm, you didn’t put your son to bed that night, is that right, Congressman Hummel?”

Kurt saw his father nodding, his didn’t look too happy about all the questions either. “That’s right, I assumed that he was tired and wanted to do his skin care routine before bed, but just couldn’t remember the next morning,” Burt explained.

“Kurt, have you ever wondered why your last memory was of saying goodbye to Blaine?”

“Well yes of course I have Officer,” Kurt responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. What a stupid question to ask. But I put it down to going outside into the fresh air, that always makes me feel more drunk.”

“Well, as I said we believe your drink was spiked. We then believe that Miss Day helped you to bed.” Sergeant Black explained before going back to questioning.“Did you notice anything strange in the morning other than a hungover feeling, worse than a normal hang over maybe?”

Kurt just nodded. “Any physical marks that you couldn’t really explain?” Kurt nodded again. He had woken up feeling pretty sore, and he had some scratches and marks on his arms but he just thought that had been from dancing and stuff.

The Sergeant took a deep breath but then hesitated before speaking, “I’m afraid to say it’s because Miss Day raped you Kurt.”