May 23rd 2014 The Union Herald

Two weeks after the return of his son that was missing for three years, Congressman Burt Hummel has addressed the press with a statement declaring that his son was sucked into a dark world of drugs and prostitution.

"As a parent, I am mortified by how easy it was for my son to be dragged into a vicious world like that where adults that should have been looking out for him instead took advantage of him and made him dependent on them in turn."

Congressman Hummel went on to praise the efforts of two men who befriended his son and helped him turn his life around and get him off the streets and into school where he had thrived according to Hummel. He also noted that "by the time I realized my son was in trouble in high school, he had already turned to and become addicted to drugs", reaffirming the need for stronger anti-bullying protection for youth and warning other parents of just how quickly children can be lost to vice under their watch.

After Congressman Hummel took questions from the press, a print statement was released by his son.

My name is Kurt Hummel. I am the son of Congressman Burt Hummel and I grew up in Lima, Ohio. I always thought I was blessed with the best mom and dad in the world when I was younger, and when my mom died, my father became a single parent and did his best to raise me on his own. Despite that, he still couldnt protect me from the words, assaults, and alienation I experienced in school. When he had a heart attack in my junior year of high school, the pain and stress became too much and I turned to drugs in the hopes it would be a temporary fix to what was, at the time, a temporary problem. Now it is quite clear that it was anything but temporary.

My dad made a lot of effort to reach out to me, but I ran away after graduation, thinking I could find a better life away from my tormentors in high school. Instead I was lured in by the worst kind of people, forced to prostitute myself and pay my pimp in order to have a place to sleep at night and some food to eat. I was sexually and physically abused not only by my pimp and drug pusher, but by all the men who paid for me, raped me, and beat me to make themselves feel better in one way or another. During my whole ordeal, not one person stopped to see me for what I was - a lost kid who was scared to death of what the next day would bring or if it would even come. Drugs were used to control me and it wasnt until I was so sick that I was dumped on the streets by my pimp and dealer to be left for dead that I realized I needed to change things.

I was taken in by a person I barely knew and cared for for the first time since I ran away from home. I went to school, and made new friends that supported me despite my past. With their help I have managed to kick my cocaine habit, even though I will always struggle with the memories of what I have done and what it did to me.

When I returned to my hometown, I was worried that my dad would turn me away after finding out what I did to survive the past few years, but he took me back with open arms. Thats the kind of man he is. He will always support the underdog, always take care of the weak, and always open his heart to you. You might not agree with his politics, but you can not disagree with his parenting. I still think I have the best dad in the world, and one day I hope to be just like him.

Following Kurt Hummels statement, Union Herald corroborated the story with that given by Quinn Fabray, Kurt Hummels friend that ran away with him after high school. Last year Fabray returned to Lima and was interviewed by reporters, citing that she had been involved in prostitution and had lost touch with Kurt and did not know where to find him. Fabray is currently in a rehabilitation center serving a sentence after an attempted robbery on a convenience store, allegedly to fund her own cocaine habit.

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Blaine looked up over the paper at Kurt who was reading the exact same article on his computer, grumbling at how Tom had asked him to dumb down some of the language he used since most people read at a lower level than Kurt liked to write at.

"Why should I have to dumb myself down? Maybe people should smarten up…."

Blaine had chuckled and nodded. He didnt disagree, however, that certainly wouldnt happen overnight.

"Well kiddo… regret it at all?" Burt asked from across the table as he buttered a croissant.

"I regret allowing Tom editing rights. He made me sound like a middle school whiny brat…"

"But… the actual statement?"

"Its fine… its… whatever. If it helps you then Im happy dad… stop putting so much butter on that thing! Youre making it more butter than bread!"

Blaine laughed as Kurt scolded his dad over his eating habits, even though Blaine was pretty sure Burt couldnt hold a candle to the unhealthy foods Kurt liked to binge on. Blaine was pretty sure he had eaten more cheesecake in the past year than he had in all the years leading up to it.

It was fun watching them, acting so much like father and son youd never know they had been apart for years. Little by little, Kurt would tell his dad things, and Blaine was pretty sure he was doing it purposely so that he wouldnt be dropping any huge bombs at once on his father and causing any undue stress on his heart. Kurt had shown his dad the tattoo, and talked about what had been there before, he talked about his stay in the hospital, he even mentioned how he knew Blaine was from working his streets - though thankfully he never mentioned anything beyond that. Blaine was pretty sure Burt would kick his ass if he found out his son had felt the need to give Blaine a blowjob after passing Kurt a few measly bucks. The man was a great politician, but definitely gave Blaine the feeling that he would give it all up if he felt the need to protect his son.

Aside from the fact that it put a crimp in their sex life, Blaine was glad Burt and Carole had returned and would be home for a two week stretch this time. Kurt had exhausted him by taking him all over Lima, showing him every little thing there was to do and shop.

God could Kurt shop.

Blaine was almost glad Kurt never wanted to go out in New York because Blaine was pretty sure that Kurt would destroy Blaines feet by how much he would have to walk from store to store in New York, let alone traversing a mall in Lima.

But Kurt had money. Burt had a trust fund set up for Kurt that was supposed to come of age when Kurt was twenty, which he was now. Plus, all of the money Blaine got for Kurt he just applied to his credit card which he let Kurt use.

He was having fun though. Kurt would dress him up in all sorts of different styles and Blaine would happily model for him, thrilled at how far Kurt had come that he was okay with it all now.

Yesterday had been a more somber day though. They all went out to the cemetery where Kurt paid his respects to his mom, crying softly at her grave and apologizing to the tombstone there that bore her name. Carole meanwhile was at Finns grave, and Burt traveled between them both. Blaine had only lost a grandfather so far, and he had never been all that close with him, so the sight of so much death causing so much grief for an otherwise good family broke his heart.

"Blaine. I need your help getting ready." Kurt whined to him now. He was going to visit Quinn. Today was visiting day and because Burt needed to get some paperwork done and Blaines feet were chock full of blisters from all the mall walking he had done lately, Carole would be taking him.

Kurt was full of nerves, styling his hair in various ways and every couple minutes asking Blaine his opinion, which was always, "It looks fine!". Clearly that wasnt the correct answer though because Kurt would just mutter to himself and then go back to rearranging his hair.

Just like the hair, the ensemble was also carefully selected. Kurt was still wearing layers in public, but now he seemed more insistent on coordinating pieces for distinctive looks. One pair of pants would be swapped with another and then hed change his shirt because hed get a better idea… then the pants would get changed again to better suite the shirt… and so on.

The only thing that never changed was that Kurt always wore those damned woolen socks.

"Should I put on eye liner? Do you think shed recognize me without it?" Kurt asked, bouncing on his toes as he looked himself over in the mirror.

"I dont know how anyone could possibly miss you Kurt." Blaine said, reaching his arms around Kurt and holding him, looking at their reflection in the mirror with a fond smile. "You always look exceptional."

Kurt settled and calmed as he leaned back against Blaine, though Carole called from down the stairs that visiting hours didnt go on forever and that sent Kurt back into a tizzy as he collected his things, including a small package of homemade cookies for Quinn, and dashed off down the stairs. The door slamming behind them as they left.

Blaine had an enjoyable afternoon, despite being Kurt-less. He watched TV, read the news, and even had a good long conversation with Burt about both politics and his thoughts on settling somewhere Kurt was more comfortable.

"Im no fool Burt. I know that Kurts been looking seriously at OSU in Columbus, and honestly, Im happy to go wherever he goes. Its a smaller campus and setting, away from the persistent threat of danger he always feels in New York, and I have extended family in Westerville too so its not like I would be coming out here and not having any of my own people around to see."

"Thats a pretty big commitment to make though…" Burt noted, sipping a beer leisurely as he spoke, "... You that invested in my boy?"

Blaine smiled, not hesitating for an instant, "I am."

"Well then, well do everything we can to support you. If its what Kurt wants, Ill make sure it happens. He deserves happiness… and clearly you make him happy."

"Thank you sir."

The conversation drew on long after that, and it wasnt until they heard the door swing open that they paused their debate over basketball players and waited for the reemergence of their significant others.

"Burt… Blaine… were going to need some help…" Carole called out, voice wavering. She didnt need to ask twice as both men stood up and rushed down the hall to the entry where Carole was leading a very pale and stunned looking Kurt in, trying to direct him to take off his shoes at least.

"Oh… Kurt…" Blaine rushed up and wrapped his arms around him, Kurt instantly melting against him as Burt looked on speechlessly.

"What happened?" Blaine asked, looking back to Carole, his heart pounding as a million worst case scenarios rushed through his head. Was Kurt attacked? Or threatened? Or did he see someone from his past?

Carole bit down on her lower lip, looking past Blaine and towards Kurt as if asking silent permission to speak.

She didnt have to though as Kurt managed to choke up a breath, followed by a statement that shook Blaine to his core.

"Im a dad."