“Is it that house?  That house?  What about that house?”

“Oh my god princess.  Cool your jets you twitchy little squirrel.  We're almost there.”  Santana snapped as Kurt craned his neck out to look at the addresses on the houses they were passing.  They had found an address on the internet and were now in the depths of Chicago, about to go face to face with their past employers - or so Kurt hoped.  He had to find out what had happened with Blaine.  He just had to.  “What on earth kind of sex did you have with this guy to make you so freaking insane about him anyhow?”

“Ah.. well… actually….”

“Oh my fucking god!  You didn't even have sex with him and you're ready to track him to the ends of the earth!”  She turned her head towards him as she rioted, making Kurt panic a little as that meant her eyes were off the road and on him.

“Residential street!  There could be children or puppies!”

“Honestly Kurt…. how can you know if he's worth it if you haven't even tested out his abilities?” She huffed, looking back to the street much to Kurt's relief.

“He's worth it Santana…”

“”But… how… wait… are you telling me you're still a virgin Hummel?”

“You make it sound horrible.”

“God.  No wonder you're such a sap.”

He was about to form a retort but Santana pulled sharply to the side of the road and announced they were at their destination before Kurt could even think of anything remotely witty.

How on earth did Blaine's parents go from service to a house like this?  His dad has been so happy to get a one bedroom apartment and in front of him was a huge two storey house.

Santana, as usual, walked like she was on a mission and Kurt had to rush to keep up with her.  She rang the doorbell without hesitation and flipped her hair back over her shoulders as they waited.

“Can I help you?”  was their greeting as the door was pulled open and Kurt sucked in a breath as he saw boss Anderson - greyer and more aged, but ever the statue of entitlement before him.

“Hey Boss.  Long time no see.  Remember me?  Probably don't.  We remember you though.  More importantly, we remember your son.”  Santana didn't allow pause between her statements, instead watching with what Kurt was sure was amusement as Blaine's father's brows steadily lifted off his eyes and went skyward as he regarded the mouthy woman.

“Darling?  Who's there?”  Another female voice spoke up behind Blaine's dad, and Mrs. Anderson emerged, looking as smug as ever.  Clearly service hadn't humbled her any.

“Workers from our factory in Westerville dear…. asking on about Cooper.” Blaine's dad said slowly.

“No.  Blaine actually.  Where is he?”  Kurt snapped up, looking at Mr. Anderson intently.

Blaine's dad locked eyes with his and he stared for a moment before recognition overcame him.  “Kurt.  You're Kurt.”

“Yes.  What happened to Blaine?”

“Oh my goodness.  Is this what this all is about?”  Blaine's mother tutted, waving a dismissive hand.  “He's still in service and will be until he's nineteen.”

“No.  He was supposed to be out months ago.  He even fast tracked to make sure of it.  Something changed and now you're out and he's not.”

“How do you know that?” Blaine's dad asked then, brows narrowing.

“I saw him.  He was going to get out, live with Cooper, and get ahold of me… I even spoke to Cooper about it.  He said he got a letter letting him know Blaine was getting out and then a second letter saying that had changed and you guys were out now.” Kurt snapped.  God, how had these people ruled over him for four years?

“We don't need to tell you anything -” Blaine's father started with a threateningly low tone before his mother cut in.

“Honestly.  What is the issue?  We had a friend who wanted us to help us with a business venture.  He paid for us to get out so we could help with the pretense that Blaine work for him until he was nineteen.”

“You… you sold out your own son for your convenience?” Kurt choked out, scarcely believing what he was hearing.

“It was an excellent opportunity… and Blaine had to sign off his agreement on it too - which he did, wherever he was at the time.  Good boy that one.” His mother said with another dismissive wave of her hand.

“He was working at a nightclub… giving lap dances to strangers for your information.”  Kurt snapped, earning a wince from Mr. Anderson and a look of disgust from the Mrs.  “He wanted to get out before he was nineteen to earn a real high school diploma and get into college… you…”

“You are disgusting rats.”  Santana finished up for him as she looked up and down Mr. and Mrs. Anderson.  “You're standing there looking grossed out by what he had to do but what you did to him… that's completely unforgivable.”

“You know nothing of our sacrifice.  How dare you!”  Mrs. Anderson said, a scowl coming over her face like a familiar mask.

“What sacrifice?!  You ignored your son for months at a time when you had the factories and then screwed everything up and he went into service for things that were YOUR fault and now he's paying for you to be free!” Kurt was done.  He had no remorse left for these people.

“My goodness!”  Mrs. Anderson gasped, putting a hand to her breast, “This is why you never should have let him associate with Dents dear.. look at this… terrible, terrible -”

“Oh please lady.  You were indentured too - and for your own damned stupidity and not your parents dumbass choices.  Now if you'll excuse me…”  Santana pushed her way between the Anderson's despite their shock, “... I need to use your bathroom before I wet myself on your step.”

“The audacity!”  Mrs. Anderson cried as she watched Santana shove past and into the house, looking then to her husband.  “Do something!”

The man sighed though, dropping his head into the open palm of his hand.  “We already did dear… and we're paying for it now… we should have never signed those paper.  I've felt guilty about it since my pen left the page…”

Kurt nodded quickly, trying to show the older looking version of Cooper how right he was about feeling that way, but Blaine's mother was clearly undaunted.  

“That's insane.  It was a good deal for everyone and when Blaine returns he won't have to work his way up as much.  We'll make sure he's living a comfortable life again.”

“Blaine never wanted a comfortable life!  Not on your terms!”  Kurt argued, “He wanted a mother that wanted him enough to be home and a father who set aside work to spend time with him.  He just wanted, and always has wanted, to be loved by you!”

“Pish-posh.  Of course we love him.  That's why we make these sacrifices.”  She again said dismissively.

“He's the one who's sacrificing though….”  Kurt said sadly, finally seeing in her a lack of concern and change.  It wasn't getting through to her, and even though what he was saying might have had an effect on Mr. Anderson, the man was far too whipped by his wife to speak up against her.

“All done.”  Santana said, pushing her way through the older pair and stepping back alongside Kurt.  “We done here Kurt?  Killed enough brain cells?”

Kurt looked between them, made a quick nod, and turned, walking alongside Santana and back to the car.

“What did you do?”

“Let's just say when they go to bed tonight they'll find a not-so-little present from me on their bed.”

Kurt gagged a little as she started the car and began driving.  “God Santana… I don't know whether to kiss you or vomit.”

“Neither…  let's go back home.”