Kurt felt like he was suffocating. He didn't want to believe them but everything made so much sense. Why he couldn't remember getting to bed, but he felt so sore the next morning, all the scratches. He had known when the DNA results came back that the likelihood of them being wrong was minimal, but he hadn't expected this. And oh god what was Blaine going to think of him. He was going to think he was horrible and dirty. He had to set him free.

After a minute of silence, without really thinking Kurt slipped his engagement ring off his finger and placed it in Blaine's hand. Kurt saw the stunned look on Blaine’s face, but he had to do this. He saw Blaine’s arms stiffen as if he was forcing himself not to reach out and hug him. Then Blaine started speaking and Kurt just wanted to allow himself to be wrapped up in those arms but he couldn’t; not anymore.

"What are you doing?"

"It all fits Blaine. You’re not going to want to be with me now, so I'm setting you free."

"Oh Kurt, come here," Blaine said, opening his arms up to him. Kurt didn't just go in for a hug, he dove onto Blaine's lap and curled up as small as possible there. Only when he was there in that place he felt most at home did he allow himself to cry. "Shhhhh Kurt it's okay. I know this is so hard for you. It is hard for me just to hear that you went through it. But I’m not letting you go. You are the love of my life and I want to be here to help you get through it. I want to, you just have to let me, and you have to believe I'm not going anywhere." Kurt just nodded his head. He couldn't speak, his whole body was being racked with sobs.

Burt placed his hand on his son's shoulder and gently massaged it like he had when he was a child after his mother died, and then still keeping the contact with Kurt, he started to speak.

"So what you’re saying is that my son was raped at a party and the woman that raped him ended up pregnant?" Burt questioned. Kurt was glad his dad was asking the question, as he was in no mood to speak.

"That is correct sir,” Sergeant Black confirmed. “I understand this isn't easy for any of you."

"Okay. What I don't understand is if Kurt didn't know about this and she’s gone this long without telling anyone, why now?"

"We can't tell you any more information without Mr. Hummel's permission I'm afraid, sir." Sergeant Black did look truly sorry, so Kurt guessed he was telling the truth.

"G….g…go a…ahead." Kurt mumbled into Blaine's chest.

"Basically as we told Mr. Hummel yesterday, Miss Day turned up looking very worse for wear. She hadn't eaten properly in days. She had been having financial trouble and she wasn't coping with Alaxander. She came to us and confessed everything." Kurt started sobbing louder, because the more Sgt Black spoke the more real it became. "Do you want me to stop, Kurt?" Kurt shook his head. He may not like what he was hearing but he needed to hear it, needed to know their reasoning. They must have known details before they called him in New York.

He slowly lifted himself off Blaine's lap and back onto his own chair but he cuddled very closely into Blaine's side, with Blaine's arm wrapped tightly around him. While they had been hugging Blaine had slipped Kurt's ring back on. Kurt couldn’t help but run his thumb along the band, it was something he had done for comfort many times since Blaine first proposed and he had to get used to the weight of the ring on his finger.

"No, I need you to continue. I’m so confused right now. I was certain you'd made a mistake or were going to tell me I convinced her to do this or something. I need to hear everything."

"She came to us and told us she couldn't cope with Alaxander anymore.” Wait this makes no sense, Kurt thought. So she rapes me, gets pregnant with my child, then hands herself in because she can’t cope, can this actually get much more complicated?

*****

"Hello my name is Miss Day, I have been known as Karen Turner for the past 4 years, however you have to believe me I am Miss Sarah Day. I can't cope with my son anymore.”

Sergeant Black looked up to come face to face with a woman, around 5’ 8” in height. She had a round face but you could see the bones of her cheeks as if she wasn’t as nourished as she should be. Her skin was very pale, but it looked natural. Her hair was mousey brown, shoulder length and very unkept. She had green eyes, with a hint of something that Sergeant Black couldn’t quite work out in them. The second he interrupted she pressed her pink lips into a very thin line, as if she was struggling not to speak. She was wearing a white blouse that seemed to have a good few stains on it, along with a long denim skirt. As a first impression it wasn’t a good one for someone who said they were a mother.

"Okay love, we are not really the people to help. However we can put you in touch with Social Services. They will be able to help you," Sergeant Black explained kindly. It wasn’t uncommon for mothers to come in struggling to cope with their children.

"No, you don't understand. You are the best people to help. You need to help me find his father--he doesn't know he exists,” Sarah spoke, lifting a young boy who looked around three or four onto her hip. He had the exact same skin complexion as his mother, but there the resemblance ended. His eyes were a glazy blue, and his hair was chestnut brown in colour and was neatly styled for a child of his age. He was wearing blue pants and a green t-shirt. Considering how bad his mother looked, the child looked well cared for. She kissed his head and placed him back on the floor.

“Go and sit in those seats over there baby, why mommy speaks to this nice man,” she spoke to him as if she were speaking to a infant. Sergeant Black watched the little boy do as he was told, and he wasn’t even sure the little boy was out of earshot when Miss Day started speaking again. He so hoped he was.

“I raped his father and then once I found out I was pregnant I disappeared. He was only 19 he doesn't know. He needs to know he has a son, I can't put my son into care with the knowledge it may mean his father never knows about him,” her words were becoming faster and more desperate the longer she spoke. Sergeant Black had no idea what this woman, Miss Day, was on about but she sounded distressed so he wasn’t going to let the conversation continue in public view. He would get her somewhere more private and find out the best way to help her.

"Okay calm down. I need you to come with me before we continue this. I will have an officer look after your son. What is he called?" he questioned, looking over at the little boy again. He seemed oblivious to everything going on around him. It was unlikely, as she could make up a name, but he wanted to check that he wasn’t listed as a missing child. Miss Day didn’t sound mentally stable to him.

"Alaxander Eric Day,” she said simply. Sergeant Black watched her turn towards her son, and he could see the love she had for him in the way she looked at him.

Once Alaxander had been taken away to get a drink and a sandwich by one of the officers, Sergeant Black led her down the hall to a private room so they could continue speaking.

Once they were sitting down he spoke again.#

"You may continue,” he stated simply, not wanting to prompt Miss Day any further right now.

"Once I found out I was so happy.” She seemed to smile at the memory. “I’d wanted a child for ages but I didn't have anyone to have one with. However I've been cradled with guilt ever since he was born.” So basically she was still rambling and making no sense, he really did wonder why he joined the force at times like this. “I’ve just been feeling worse and worse. I'm in financial difficulty as well. You need to find his father so he at least knows about him."

"I understand Miss Day, what makes you believe you raped this man?" To him it didn’t seem very likely but if she was saying it had happened, he had to ask.

"I don't believe, I know I raped him.” She started running her fingers through her unruly hair. “I was at a going-away party for him and his stepbrother. The poor boy was only nineteen. I was best friends with his step mom. Anyway......he just looked so beautiful, I knew he was gay, but his bone structure and features and especially his eyes were perfect for my baby so I took my chances. He went out to say goodnight to his boyfriend, Brian, or Bill or Blaine or something like that.” Miss Day was speaking almost too fast for Sergeant Black to keep up, it was like a flood gate that once opened the water couldn’t be held back, or in this case her words couldn’t.

If this is made up she’s coming up with one good story maybe there is more truth to this than I thought, he thought to himself.

“Well anyway I followed not far behind. He placed his Long Island Ice Tea on a table next to the coat rack and he went outside. I took my chance and I spiked his drink.

Sergeant Black interrupted her at this point. Iif there was even a chance she was telling the truth, she should know the answer to this. “What did you spike his drink with?” He looked at her face directly to see if he could catch any hints that she was lying.

She answered him instantly, and with more than just the name of the drug. “GHB and viagra, I knew it could increase sexual drive, but also knew it caused amnesia and I wanted to make sure the boy wouldn’t remember. And the sex drive was pretty important as the boy is gay, so I wasn’t exactly his type.” Okay that was definitely more than he had expected her to tell him. Sergeant Black rubbed his forehead. Miss Day was becoming more and more believable as she spoke, whether he wanted her to be believable was a different question. Sergeant Black opened his mouth to speak when Miss Day continued so he closed his mouth and listened to what else she had to say.

“Once he came back I made sure he'd finished it and gave him time to have a few more drinks so he thought he was just very drunk. I helped him upstairs he had no idea who he was or anything. I placed him on the bed, I undressed him and I raped him. He was nineteen but that doesn't mean he doesn't need to know about his son."

"Okay I need to know his name," he said, taking hold of a pen to write down at least his name so he could find out if the person was real. She had given the story in such depth he knew he had no choice but to investigate what she was saying.

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel. He lived at 415 Whitman Avenue Lima, Ohio. It was August 29th, 2012."

"Sarah Day, I am arresting you on suspicion of the rape of Kurt Hummel on the night of August 29th, 2012. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense.” He could already tell this was going to be one of the more interesting cases he had ever worked.

"I don't care, just find Alax's dad. Kurt needs to know about him."

*****

"She planned it?" Kurt asked, stunned. He most certainly hadn’t expected that. It was hard enough getting his head around the fact he had a son, and had been raped for that son to be conceived. But for it to have been planned.....he felt like his head was spinning.

"It seems so Mr. Hummel, and as you can tell from what I just told you she is telling the truth. She has been arrested and will not be receiving bail. Because she admitted to the crime we shouldn't need you to attend court. We just need your permission in case we need to use the tapes of your interviews," Sergeant Black explained further, not that Kurt was paying too much attention. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, he just couldn’t focus.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening. Is that it, Sergeant?” Kurt questioned. “I need to go and get my head around this." He just wanted to go back to his home and think, let all the revelations of the day sink in.

Sergeant Black shook his head, “There’s one more thing."

"I'm listening,” Kurt said quietly, hoping things weren’t about to get even worse, but really how could they?

"She wants you to take custody of Alaxander."