The police came knocking early, the day after Burt’s trip to the morgue but it wasn’t like they woke Burt up because he hadn’t slept since Kurt went missing. Carole was worried about him; he hadn’t slept or eaten at all for days now. Burt opened the door and let the police in, eager to find out what news they had brought them.
“Well? Have you found him?” Burt asked.
“No but we think we’ve found your sons car, its being examined now but there was blood in and on it. Mr Hummel, this case is now a murder investigation.”
“No, oh god no!” Burt cried. “Not my boy, my little boy. So there’s no chance of finding him alive?”
“It’s been almost a week, sir, so the chances of him still being alive are pretty slim.” The officer told Burt who collapsed onto his knees and sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’ll let myself out and update you on the blood, if its his.”
Carole ran out of the kitchen to see Burt on his knees and crying uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around him and cradled him for what felt like, and probably was, hours. She hadn’t heard what the officer said but whatever it was was bad.
“What is it darling?”
“Th-they’ve... Oh god... They’ve found something which has turned the case into a murder investigation. My boy has been murdered they say because they found his car and its got blood in and on it. They think its his. Oh god, my boy is gone. He’s dead. I’ve lost my son, my only son.”

Blaine was given crutches to start using, he had to practice his walking and the exercises they gave him. But he didn’t want to practice or do his exercises, he wanted to go out in the car and look for Kurt but his mother wouldn’t let him. He missed Kurt so much that he’d willingly give up his legs to have Kurt back. He was going to go and visit Burt that day, see if he could take him out to look for Kurt. His mother told him that if he went today then he wouldn’t get a lift home from her because she was away for the evening so he’d either have to stay at the Hummel-Hudson’s or ask to be driven back. Like Burt, Blaine hadn’t been able to sleep or eat much; he was too worried about Kurt and scared about what was happening. His mother drove him to see Burt, letting him out and helping him to the door before driving off. Blaine knocked on the door and waited for an answer, smiling weakly at Carole who answered the door. She looked really upset.
“What is it?” Blaine asked, fearing the worst. Carole helped him inside where Blaine saw Burt with red eyes and looking even more tired than Blaine felt. “What’s happened?”
“The police found Kurt’s car, it had blood on. They think he’s been murdered.” Burt said before crying again.
“No, no, no, no, NO!” Blaine shouted. “He’s not dead! He can’t be! Oh god, this is all my fault. I’m so sorry. Burt I’m really sorry, he left because of me and now... if i didn’t tell him to go then this wouldn’t have happened. You can hate me all you want, but you’ll never hate me as much as i hate myself. I love him so much and i just... I’m sorry. I knew that Kurt would never cheat on me and yet my stupid insecurities told me otherwise. The guilt i feel is terrible, it’s killing me and there are no words or fancy speeches that can tell you how sorry i am. I have lost the only person in this world i love, that i truly love with my everything. I was cruel to him because i partly blamed him for being so ambitious and taking us to New York. But that’s what i loved about him, his ambition, and his drive. He was... No is the best thing in this world and he made me so happy. We were going to get married, we made plans and we were so excited but then... and now... He is the only boy i will ever love and be with, he is my true love and i deeply regret our last moments together. I pray hard every night, desperately hoping that someone is listening and sends him back to me. He can’t be dead, he just can’t be. He is my world, my life, my hero and... I love him so much. I need him because without him, i’m nothing. I need him back. My heart and my body hurts so much, i need him to make me better.”
Blaine was crying hard, the hardest he ever had and it was hard to get his words out. Burt and Carole didn’t know what to say or do, they stood there looking at Blaine and they felt for him. No matter what though, Burt would always blame Blaine.

They all sat in silence for a long time; no one moved or made any sound at all. They just sat there. They just let everything sink in, except Blaine who was thinking about all the happy times he had with Kurt, the times he smiled, cried, laughed and looked at Blaine with all the love in the world. He stopped and looked out of the window, seeing a car outside and straining to see who it was.
“Carole, there’s someone at the door.” Blaine said, watching Carole answer it. Whoever it was was talking to Carole and then she let them in. Blaine gasped when he saw who it was. It was Oliver.
“Not you. No, i don’t want you here.” Blaine shouted at him.
“I just want to talk to you.” Oliver begged, looking at Blaine with desperate eyes. “I heard a rumour about Kurt and i want to know if its true. The Warblers have been talking about it. Is it true that Kurt is missing?”
“Yes! What does it matter? It’s not your business, you hated him and he hated you.” Blaine continued shouting, not noticing Burt and Carole excusing themselves.
“My problem with Kurt was because he always had your love and he loved you. I have loved you since I met you Blaine. I almost died when i heard about your accident, i tried to visit you at the hospital but i wasn’t allowed in. I see you’re close to walking by yourself again, i’m glad to hear it.” Oliver sat down next to Blaine. “My only crime was loving you too much. Yes I wasn’t the nicest person to Kurt but it was only because I was jealous.”
“You love me?” Blaine asked in surprise.
“Of course I do.” And Oliver’s lips were on Blaine’s.