CHAPTER 13

By Klainer0801

*I do not own Glee or any of the characters* - I wish :)

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Sorry it’s been so long; this was an extremely hard chapter to write and unfortunately I cannot please everyone L

But I did the best I could with it… so I hope you enjoy!!

“I told you it was her favourite. I love her so much.” Blaine said, looking across to see the beautiful little girl with curls in her hair; standing in the doorway and smiling sweetly up at him.

Blaine looked across at Aimee playing with her teddy bear on the floor; she looked so peaceful and genuinely cheerful. She loved living with the Hummel family and Blaine could tell. He didn’t know, however, how long they would actually be able to stay.

Blaine sank his head into his hands as he sat at the kitchen table, debating on which route to go down for their future. He could try to get in touch with a family member, but most of them hadn’t even heard of Aimee, never mind let them live in their house. Maybe they would have to stay in a hotel until he could figure something out but then Blaine would have to quit school in order to earn the money needed to live there.

Blaine removed his hands swiftly, letting his head fall to the table below. What was he going to do?

“You alright honey?” Blaine heard Kurt say from behind him. He smiled at the familiar sound of his boyfriend’s voice. Even when Blaine was feeling this down and confused, Kurt was always able to make him feel better.

Blaine lifted his head and turned in his chair to face his boyfriend, “I’m fine. Just… just nervous I suppose.”

“For the Interview? Just tell them the truth! They said you can stay with Aimee in her interview too so its fine!”Kurt said placing a reassuring arm around his boyfriend before kissing the top of his head.

“Ok ok… I just- she seems so happy! I don’t want this stupid interview to ruin things for her or bring back memories. I still don’t see why they have to interview her!”

Kurt pulled out the chair next to Blaine and sat down, placing his hand comfortingly on Blaine’s arm. “She may not have been abused Blaine but you were… and she still witnessed that.”

Blaine nodded his head slowly in reply. Many times after a particularly bad beating off his father, he would have to lie with Aimee and comfort her until she drifted into a peaceful sleep, far away from the traumatic event she had witnessed.

Blaine was awakened from his thoughts by the sharp sound of a doorbell. Blaine’s head shot up and he sent a panicked look in Kurt’s direction.

Kurt placed his hands either side of Blaine’s head before kissing him on the lips passionately. “I love you. You’ll be fine.” He quickly gave a peck to the boy’s forehead before leaving the room.

Kurt was nearly knocked off his feet as Burt ran past towards the front door. Kurt shook his head at his father and closed the door behind him as he went to help Carole in the garden.

“You ready kid?” Burt said to Blaine, not waiting for an answer as he opened the door to reveal the Inspector.

“Hello, I’m here to interview Blaine and Aimee Anderson in regards to Mr William Anderson’s court case.”

Burt gestured the taller man into his house, “Yes of course. Can I get you something – urr to drink maybe?”

“No, no I’m fine thank-you. I don’t plan to take too much of anyone’s time.” The Inspector said as he scanned the room judgementally.

Blaine almost let out a noise of annoyance, but managed to hold back for once. He eyed the tall man stood in the middle of the room and did not like what he saw. The man was pale skinned with dark black hair slicked down to his head. He wore think rimmed glasses over his deep brown eyes and sported a frown to match his well defined cheek bones. The dark coat he was wearing nearly reached the floor but he did not bother to remove it as he walked over to the table where Blaine was sat. Blaine didn’t like this guy already.

Blaine tilted his head to see the Inspector standing menacingly above him with a large hand resting on the table. “Burt, could you take Aimee out for a while please? I’m sure she could help Kurt with whatever he’s doing.”

“I’ll send Blaine to fetch her when we are ready Mr…”

“Hummel.” Burt said as he ushered Aimee out of the room.

“Right. My names Peter Fawld. I’m here to inform you on how your father’s case is going and also to ask a few questions about the recent events.” the Inspector said calmly as he sat in the chair opposite Blaine.

Blaine simply stared at him in reply. Peter Fawld? Even the name sounded bad in Blaine mind. He had to remind himself that the man was actually on Blaine’s side and would help him receive justice in the court.

“So, first things first Blaine. Your father is still in the police force’s care until the court case. We have decided to file this under Child Safety cases in the Family Court. You have good evidence and everything leans your way in the situation so it looks like you will be receiving justice from this. We can pretty much guarantee that your father will plead guilty so all we need now is to find out how much exactly we are charging him for. That’s where you come in.”

Blaine sat in silence as he tried to process everything Peter Fawld had just said to him. Right, so his father was defiantly going to jail. That was good. All Blaine had to do was tell the truth so they would know what to charge against him.

“Ok… right. So is this the part where you ask me questions or what?” Blaine said, still wary of the figure in front of him.

A small smile grew on the Inspector’s face, “Yes Blaine. What I’d like to ask first is what you would consider you and your father’s relationship to be like?”

“What relationship? He hates me and I hate him.” Blaine said nervously.

“And is there a cause for this hatred?”

Blaine raised his eyebrow at the man. Did he really need him to answer this? “I’m gay. That’s why.”

“Ahhh right. Is this also what led your father to start the abuse?” Peter Fawld said as he scribbled notes into his pad.

“I came out to my parents when I was 15. My mother was always supportive, my dad wasn’t. My mum died a few weeks after in hospital. The beating’s started soon after that. My father said I was the one to cause her death by giving her too much stress by being gay.”

“Oh… I’m sorry for your loss. You must know that you are not actually to blame; being gay is perfectly acceptable.”

Blaine smiled to himself, beginning to like this Peter Fawld a bit more. He twirled his thumbs anxiously as he awaited the next question.

The Inspector looked at his notes again before proceeding, “And these beatings have been going on ever since? If you feel comfortable, would you mind stating just how bad the abuse you fell victim to was?”

“Bad. What else can I say really? It was emotional, mental and physical violence he used against me. The final thing was when he pushed me down the stairs, the bastard.” Blaine shrugged at the Inspector, “Sorry. He never used to do it in front of Aimee, but she knew what was happening and it hurt her, a lot. She witnessed him pushing me down the stairs and when he shot the gun at me… apart from that she only ever heard what was going on, or saw the aftermath.”

Blaine added the last bit of information, hoping he wouldn’t have to ask Aimee quite so many questions. When the Inspector had finished jotting notes into his pad he looked up at Blaine over his glasses.

“Ok. You’ve been really helpful Blaine thank-you. Do you want to go get Aimee for us now?”

Blaine stood up and walked towards the door, “Mr.Fawld? Please be careful with what you ask her. She’s only a young girl… I don’t want any of this to hurt her more than it has to.”

“Of course.”

Blaine picked Aimee up into his arms and brushed her curly hair out of her face. He looked into her deep hazel eyes and smiled, “The man’s named Peter. He’s just here to ask a few questions, yeah? You just need to tell him the truth, ok?”

Aimee looked inquisitively back at Blaine, “So, he’s like Peter the rabbit but he’s going to ask me things?”

Blaine chuckled and bounced the little girl up and down in his arms. “Exactly! I just wouldn’t call him Peter the rabbit to his face if I were you.” He gave Aimee a quick wink and dropped her to the group gently. Grasping his hand, Aimee followed Blaine into the kitchen.

“Hello little one. Come in, sit down. I don’t bite.” The Inspector said as they walked in, his tone much more cheery now he was talking to Aimee.

Aimee scrambled up onto the chair opposite the Inspector and sat up on her knees, leaning on her elbows across the table. Blaine had to force away a laugh at her eager expression. Blaine stood against the wall, propping his foot up below him and watched. He winced slightly as his ribs began to twinge with weak pain.

Peter Fawld sank his head down to Aimee’s level and smiled a great toothy grin. “Ok Aimee, I’m going to ask you some questions now, is that ok?” he continued after receiving a vigorous head nod off the young girl, “Now, they are really serious questions and you may find them difficult or confusing but you need to do your best to answer them and its very important that you always tell the truth. Got it?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” Aimee said, absentmindedly playing with the sleeve on her dress.

“So, when you were at home with your father were you happy?”

Aimee faked a ‘thinking’ expression, bringing her hand up to her chin. She finally made her decision and looked back at the Inspector, “Most of the time, yes… I had school and Blainey, but I prefer it here.”

“And why’s that?”

“Blainey’s happy.”

The Inspector opened his mouth but words didn’t appear from his lips, instead he gaped at the little girl. He gave a quick glance to Blaine before jotting something down in his notes once more.

“Aimee, do you know why Blaine wasn’t happy at home with your father?”

“Daddy wasn’t nice to Blainey. We didn’t really see him much anyway, but he was horrible when he was with Blainey. And… and – Oh! Kurt wasn’t at home either! Blainey’s happy now he has Kurt.”

Peter Fawld smiled up at the little girl. She looked so naive and innocent sat there in her little blue dress, yellow flower in her hair and gap filled smile. “Did you ever see your father be horrible to Blaine?”

Blaine stepped away from the wall and over to the table, “We already discussed this earlier. She doesn’t need to think about those memories. I don’t think its necessary to ask again, do you?”

“We could do with it in her own words Mr.Anderson.” The Inspector said, raising his eyebrow.

“Well, let me hold you personally responsible if she has nightmares tonight… Mr.Fawld.” Blaine said with a smirk and cracked his knuckled as he walked back to his spot against the wall.

Aimee, whom had been faking a thought process again, sat upright as she spoke, “He used to shout a lot… and when he was really angry he would throw things at Blainey. He used to make Blainey cry a lot and make him bleed sometimes and bruis-“

“Ok that’s enough Aimee. You can go play with Kurt again if you want to.” Blaine said hoisting Aimee down from the chair.

The Inspector stood up defensively, “Blaine, were not done here.”

“Yes we are. Would you like to find the door yourself or let me kick you out?”

“Blaine! Why the hell would you do that!? I told you to stay calm and answer his questions!”

Blaine rolled his eyes and fell facedown onto the bed. After Peter Fawld had been removed from the house, receiving many apologies from Burt, Blaine had put Aimee straight to bed in the hopes she would sleep peacefully. Kurt sat and listened to Blaine singing Red Robin before the both of them made their way to Kurt’s bedroom.

“I did answer his bloody questions! He was getting Aimee to describe things to him. She started describing how I looked after the bastard had beaten me and I couldn’t take that. She’s 4 years old for god sake!”

Kurt sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. “Ok, I understand you wouldn’t want her to relive those memories but did you really have to speak like that to him? I mean… you even threatened him Blaine! It won’t do well for the court case you know!”

“I don’t give two fucks if I’m honest. He’ll go to jail anyway for possessing a gun.” Blaine mumbled into the mattress.

Kurt pushed Blaine roughly so he turned onto his back. Kurt grabbed Blaine’s wrists and leant down over him. “I care Blaine. So he goes to jail… what are they going to do with you and Aimee? Where are they going to send you to live? If we play our cards right baby, you may even be able to stay here but if you carry on the way you’re going you’ll be sent away to live with some distant relative and I’ll never see you again.”

Blaine laughed up at Kurt and pushed the boy off him. “You sound like you should be my mother.”

Kurt pushed Blaine back down playfully before he had a chance to sit up, “I FEEL like your mother!”

Blaine watched intensely as Kurt sat back on the bed against the wall and let his head drop back. He really did have the perfect boyfriend.

The pair stayed like that in silence, losing track of the time. Blaine loved how they didn’t even have to be doing anything… even when they were just sat on the bed together like this, he could feel the love between them. As he watched his boyfriend, a strange thought cropped up into his head. Kurt was the first person, apart from Aimee, he had ever truly loved, truly trusted, truly cared for. Maybe it was time?

Blaine sat up suddenly, making Kurt jump into the air in shock. “Blaine, you can’t do things like that!” Kurt said as he fanned himself.

Blaine took Kurt’s hand loosely in his and stared up at his boyfriend. Kurt noticed the soft touch and look questioningly at Blaine, who glanced down before moving in closer to Kurt.

“Kurt, I can trust you with anything right? Like, you said you’d love me no matter what…. So no matter what I told you, you stay with me?”

Kurt, taken aback by the sudden change in atmosphere, gawped at Blaine with his eyes as wide as saucers. He pulled himself round to face Blaine and took both his hands gently. “Of Course I will.”

“No, Kurt. Think about it… please. I could turn around now and tell you ANYTHING… I need you to be sure.”

“I’m sure, Blaine. I love you with all my heart. Nothing could stop what we have.”

“And I can trust you? Very few people know this and it needs to stay that way…. But I feel you deserve to know. You need to know.”

Kurt simply nodded his head in reply, running through all the different possibilities in his head. What if it was really serious? What if Kurt needed to tell someone? What if it was so shocking that Kurt’s feelings were changed…. He couldn’t think about it anymore. He needed Blaine to say.

Kurt gave Blaine’s hands a gentle squeeze of encouragement and willed Blaine to tell him.

Blaine took a deep breath, wishing he’d never begun this conversation. Was it too late to run away? This could ruin everything….

He stared intensely into Kurt’s eyes. This was it: his longest, deepest and darkest secret.

“Aimee… she’s not my sister. She’s my daughter.”

DUN DUN DUN!! Sorry to whomever didn’t want this to happen but I’ve had this planned for ages, couldn’t turn back now! Hopefully, you’ll learn to love it as the story develops! And you WILL see how this is possible/logical as you learn more about the situation!!