Title: Witness Protection[2/?]
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine [Kurt/Nick]
Rating: NC17 [Violence]

Summary: A well-known assailant kills Kurt's husband, Nick. The problem now is that nobody knew what this assailant looked like until Kurt got a glimpse of his face and drew the police a sketch. The assailant is out for revenge. Kurt and his three-year old son are in trouble. What happens? Where does Blaine come into all this? Read to find out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Kurt followed a female detective into a hotel. It had barely been three hours since his husband had been brutally murdered and he was getting more and more frustrated by the lack of personal space he was getting. The female detective, whom had been introduced as Detective Michaels, had smiled tentatively at him and shared her condolences but little else was said. Kurt held on to Aidan who was asleep and used his free hand to drag along one of their suitcases.

“We’re here for a room under the name Anderson, I’m sure there has been arrangements made,” the detective announced over the counter to the hotel staff.

The man nodded at them and said, “Yes, ma’am. Your room is on the third floor. Room Number 317.”

He handed over a key for the door and the detective walked back to them. Detective Michaels grabbed the second suitcase and led them towards the elevator. The silence was deafening. Kurt couldn’t wait until they got to the room. He needed to sleep. He needed to forget. He sighed as Aidan shifted uncomfortably around his shoulder.

Detective Michaels opened the door and helped him with the bags.

“I’ll leave you be for now. Just know that you’re safe. I’ll be outside this door until seven am tomorrow morning when my shift ends. Detective Edwards will take over after. If you need anything just look for me. You’ll be briefed about what is going to happen next tomorrow morning.  Do not contact anybody; not your family, not your friends. In fact, I need your cellphone,” Detective Michaels said.

Kurt honestly just wanted to get rid of her, no matter how nice she was being he just wanted to take a shower and fall into dream land. So he quietly handed his phone over without any questions.

“Will that be all?” Kurt asked snarkily.

The detective nodded, knowing when to back off and silently made her way out of the room with Kurt’s phone in his hand.

Kurt grabbed Aidan’s pajamas and woke him up. He needed to get the blood washed off his son and made his way to the bathroom.

“Hey buddy, Papa needs to wash you up and then you can sleep okay?” Kurt said softly to his son.

Aidan nodded his head rubbing sleepily at his eyes. Kurt quickly washed off all and any traces of the blood on his son before dressing him for bed.

“Pa, hungry,” Aidan mumbled.

Kurt stopped and looked around the room as he carried his son to bed. He had forgotten that amongst all the mess they had not had any dinner. Kurt tucked his son into bed and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He made his way to the door and looked for Detective Michaels.

“Can we have some food? I notice that there isn’t room service or anything but we didn’t get a chance to eat dinner and Aidan is hungry,” Kurt asked.

Detective Michaels smiled sadly at him and said, “Sure, I’m on it.”

She took out her phone to call someone or so Kurt assumed, he made his way back in.

“Aidan, we’ll have to wait a bit okay? The nice detective is getting us something yummy for our tummies. Papa is going to take a shower okay?” Kurt said stroking the hair off Aidan’s forehead.

Aidan was sucking his thumb, a habit that he tended to revert to when he was stressed. He shook his head stubbornly and held on tightly to his father with one arm.

“What’s wrong Buddy?” Kurt asked.

“I don’t want you to leave me too,” Aidan whispered not looking at his father.

Kurt felt his heart break even more and he pressed his lips to his son’s cheek and said, “Papa’s not going anywhere. I’ll be right in the bathroom and Detective Michaels is outside the door. No one can hurt me or you okay?”

Aidan nodded and slowly let go of his father but he kept his gaze on Kurt’s back as he walked away.

Kurt rushed into the bathroom intending on taking a fast shower but as soon as he felt the hot water cascading against his skin, he felt himself break. It was comforting and cleansing and it opened him up to all the pain he had been holding back. He fell to his knees and cried heart wrenching sobs. He had lost his husband. He could not call home even though he yearned for the comfort of his father’s voice. He was in a hotel in a deserted area 200 miles away from his home. He does not know where he’ll be tomorrow. He’s not safe. He missed Nick. Kurt cried until he couldn’t cry anymore. His skin was turning wrinkly and he hurried to wash himself up and make his way to his son.

As he got out of the bathroom, he was surprised to see that Detective Michaels was in the room. Aidan was asleep in the bed and she was clearing away a small carton of what he assumed was food.

“Mr. Hummel-Duval,” she gasped in surprise, she did not know if she had overstepped her boundaries by doing this, “You sounded like you needed some time alone and Aidan was tired so I fed him and put him to bed. I hope you don’t mind.”

Kurt smiled at her sincerely, it was a tiny smile but it was the most he could come up with.

“Thank you Detective. Please call me Kurt,” Kurt said.

The name Mr. Hummel-Duval just brought back a million memories of his husband and he did not, could not, think about that right now.

“I’ll just let myself out,” she whispered as she walked out closing the door.

Kurt cuddled up next to his son, pulling him close and losing himself to the sleep he so severely needed. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day.  

***

The next morning Kurt woke up to a knock on the door. He hurried for the door, looking out the peephole before opening it to Detective Edwards.

“Mr. Hu…” he started to say.

“Please call me Kurt,” Kurt mumbled before looking at what was in the Detective’s hands and asking, “Is that coffee?”

The aroma of the coffee helped him wake up a little more as Detective Edwards handed it over with a chuckle.

Kurt took a gulp immediately, not caring that the coffee was still hot. He sighed in relief from the feeling of the warm liquid running down his throat. He signaled the detective that his son was still asleep and that they needed to keep quiet.

Kurt sat down at the edge of the bed as Detective Edwards pulled a chair out and sat on it.

“Okay, Kurt,” Detective Edwards started, “I’m sorry to inform you that you and Aidan will have to be put into the Witness Protection Program. It is no longer safe for you and your son to be in New York. Hence, why we drove you as far from there as we could. You will have new identities, birth certificates, passports and everything else you could possibly need. You will have two agents around you around the clock. Your safety is very important to us.”

“If we have two agents around us all the time, wouldn’t it be obvious to those around us that something is wrong?” Kurt questioned.

“Of course, they will be in plain clothes and we will find a way to have them fit into your life so that it won’t be obvious that you are being followed. Senior Detective Anderson, who’s custody you will be placed under, has come up with a brilliant idea to keep you safe,” Detective Edwards responded.

“And where exactly will we be going? What about my family? What will they be told?” Kurt asked worriedly.

“You will be moved to Seattle, Washington. The entire details of what will be told to your family have not been revealed to me yet. Detective Anderson and Detective Michaels, whom you’ve met already, will tell you more about that later today,” Detective Edwards said.

Kurt nodded pensively. Aidan shifted around on the bed and whimpered softly as he woke up.

“Papa, where’s Daddy? I want Daddy,” Aidan began to cry softly as he crawled across the bed to his father.

Kurt didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t sure there was anything he could say so he just held his son close and rocked him, making loving sound and pressing kisses to his head.

Detective Edwards smiled sadly at Kurt as he let himself out.

‘That man is strong. I wouldn’t know if I could survive what he’s going through now if it were me,’ Detective Edwards thought to himself.

“Daddy came in my dreams, he said he wouldn’t leave me. Why he go?” Aidan sobbed.

Kurt barely held back his own tears, “I don’t know baby. I don’t know. I love you so much baby boy. You have to be strong for Papa okay? Papa needs you to be strong for him.”

Aidan nodded sniffling as the tears slowly came to a stop. He looked up at his Papa and saw tears rolling down his cheeks and with his small stubby fingers wiped them away.

“I love you Papa,” Aidan said softly.

“I love you too baby boy, I love you too,” Kurt said hugging him close.

***

Later on, Kurt got Aidan dressed and handed him a cup of juice that the Detective had brought by. Aidan sat on the bed watching cartoons while his father when to get dressed.

A tall man with curly hair, brown eyes and a big smile walked into the hotel room. Aidan looked at him curiously.

“Who you?” Aidan asked moving backwards from him a little scared.

“Hi there, you must be Aidan,” the man said in a friendly voice.

“How do you know my name?” Aidan asked smiling a little.

“I’m Detective Anderson, I’ll be taking care of you and your Daddy,” the man said.

“Deee…deetek…” Aidan tried to say his name.

“You can call me Blaine,” the man said smiling even bigger.

“Mister Blaine, how can you take care of my Daddy when he’s gone to Heaven,” Aidan asked sadly.

The man stopped still and looked at the boy, “I’m sorry. What do you call your other father?”

“You mean Papa?” Aidan asked brightening up at the thought of his father.

Blaine nodded at him and Aidan continued, “Mister Blaine, please care for my Papa. I don’t want lose him also.”

“I promise Aidan. It’s my job and I’m very good at my job. Nobody will hurt you or your Papa under my watch okay?” Blaine said.

Aidan nodded at him seriously with a smile on his face. He was happy that they were going to be okay. This man would help them. Nobody with that nice a smile could hurt people.

“Can I watch TV with you?” Blaine asked nicely.

“Mmmhmm, this is Spongebob Mister Blaine. Have you seen it before?” Aidan asked.

Blaine had but he was sure that getting Aidan to talk about his cartoons would be a good way to distract him from the bad things that had happened so he shook his head no.

“Oh my gosh Mister Blaine, how can you not see Spongebob? He is the bestest cartoon ever!” Aidan said excitedly starting to explain to Blaine all he knew about the cartoon.

***

Kurt walked out of the bathroom and heard voices from the room. He tensed up at the thought of someone being in the room.  A man was sitting on the chair by the bed. Kurt could not see his face from this angle but Aidan was talking to him animatedly about the character in the cartoon he was watching.

“This one is Spongebob, he laughs really funny! He is my Daddy’s favourite,” Aidan said excitedly.

“Who are you?” Kurt snapped fearing for their safety.

He did not recognize the man.

“You must be Mr. Hummel-Duval,” the man said getting up.

As he turned around Kurt got the shock of his life, “Blaine…you’re Detective Anderson…”

Kurt felt his knees give in as he fell forward toward the floor. The last thing he saw before complete darkness was the shocked face of one Blaine Anderson.

Blaine’s voice yelling his name as he lost consciousness and Aidan’s screams echoing in the room.