Kurt felt something soft and wet being pressed across his face. He felt the softness of the bed below him. He felt a weight pushing him down. He stirred a little opening his eyes a little. He saw a cloth over his eyes and his baby boy curled up on his chest sniffling softly. Blaine’s voice was soft in the background humming along to what Kurt thought was ‘Blackbird’ by the Beatles.

“Ughh,” Kurt groaned moving slightly from his position.

“Papa!” Aidan shrieked, “Papa’s okay. Mister Blaine said you would be but I wasn’t sure. You said you wouldn’t leave me…”

Kurt brought an arm around to hold the boy close as he gave his father a fierce, tight hug.

“I’m okay Aidan. Don’t worry,” Kurt croaked out.

 Blaine rushed around with a glass of water. Kurt pushed himself up, leaning against the headrest, as he silently accepted the drink not making eye contact with the hazel-eyed man.

Blaine moved away from Kurt as he gathered himself. He took a deep breath looking over at Blaine from above his child’s head.

“Detective Michaels…”Kurt called out to the lady detective, “Could you take Aidan down to the lobby for a little while?”

Aidan’s eyes widened and Kurt soothed him, “It’s okay buddy, just take a walk. Papa will be here when you get back. Papa needs to talk to B…Detective Anderson for a little while.”

Aidan nodded softly and let himself be picked up by Detective Michaels. He waved his little fingers in a goodbye to his father as he propped his thumb back into his mouth.

Kurt turned to Blaine as the door closed. He watched the man lean against the wall opposite him. They didn’t say anything for a few minutes. They just stared at each other.

Kurt got off the bed slowly but he underestimated how weak he was and started to fall forward only to find Blaine’s arms catching him. Kurt let out a deep breath as he felt his senses overload with Blaine; the feeling of his arms around him, the familiar scent of his old best friend and lover.

“Why…why you?” Kurt asked brokenly.

Blaine just stayed quiet as he helped Kurt back to sit on the bed.

“Why didn’t you say no when you found out it was me? Why do you have to torture me?” Kurt mumbled.

Blaine pushed a strand of Kurt’s hair back off his face only to have Kurt slap his hand away.

“Answer me!” Kurt yelled at him tears pouring down his face.

“I’m sorry Kurt,” Blaine started.

“Don’t tell me you’re sorry! Tell me why you left! Tell me why you’re here now?! Haven’t you done enough to make my life hell? Why would you come back now?” Kurt gasped out in anger.

“Why you dammit? Why couldn’t someone else take this case?! I don’t want you around me or my son,” Kurt yelled at him.

“Because I’m the best. This man is dangerous and he will not hesitate to hurt you. I am your best chance of making it out of this alive and well,” Blaine said professionally.

H he shuffled his feet as he looked away from Kurt. Kurt stood back up, his head spinning. He grabbed Blaine’s shoulders in a tight grip and shook him.

“Why did you leave me? I loved you. You were my best friend. You were my everything. Even if you didn’t love me anymore, I still needed you as my friend. Who else did I have?” Kurt cried raising his hands to Blaine’s cheeks.

Tears pooled in Blaine’s eyes as he looked away from Kurt.

 “Look me in the eyes Blaine. Don’t turn away from me. Don’t you dare. Have you not done enough running these past few years?” Kurt said.

“I don’t know what to say Kurt,” Blaine said, “We have more pressing issues than our past now. I need to make sure you and Aidan are safe. I didn’t know it was your case. I heard it was Nick. I just wanted to help his family. I didn’t know you…you had married him, let alone that you were married at all. You’re not going to like the plan that Detective Michaels and I came up with but I need you to focus. We’ll have all the time for answers later. I need you trust me now Kurt. I’m still the same person. I’m so sorry about what happened with Nick but I’ve always cared for you and I will keep you safe with the best of my ability.”

Kurt felt sobs escape his lips and he pushed away from Blaine nodding his agreement with Blaine.

“Wha…what’s going to happen now?” Kurt managed to ask.

“Sit down, you’re going to need to remember that this is your best shot of keeping yourself and Aidan safe,” Blaine said calmly.

Kurt nodded his sobs dying out as he gained control over his emotions wiping away any stray tears from his cheeks. Blaine smiled comfortingly at him.

“Okay, the problem with moving you away now is that it is going to be easy to pick you out from wherever you move. I mean how many single fathers move into Seattle on a daily basis. There can’t be that many. The chances are too high that he may find out where we’re headed and then track your down,” Blaine explained.

“But it’s a pretty big city, it can’t be that easy to track us down somewhere new right?” Kurt asked.

“Yes, that would usually be the case. We would just take you in and let you live your life while we play certain roles in your life, like roommates or something to keep your safe. But Braeden Corbet is not a person to be messed with and you just messed with his entire career of crime. The police force knew he existed and he was involved with a lot of crimes but nobody could ever figure out what he looked like and thus he always made it out. You foiled that now and he’s not going to take that sitting down. You can bet he has his best men out searching for you and he’s not going to stop until he gets you. What we need to do now is to keep you and Aidan safe while the FBI works on getting his arrested and in their custody,” Blaine clarified to Kurt.

“So what exactly is going to happen?” Kurt asked slightly confused.

“Detective Michaels came up with this plan last night. You’re not going to like it at all but I agree with what she said. It’s the best way. Since Braeden will be out looking for a single father and we’re sure that you won’t want to be separated from Aidan at a time like this, the best plan is for you to appear as though you’re a married man,” Blaine said softly breaking the news to Kurt.

“What do you mean?” Kurt asked confusedly.

“I…I’ll be ‘playing’ the role of your husband in this scenario,” Blaine started.

“What?” Kurt snapped glaring at Blaine.

“Listen Kurt. My family lives there, in Seattle I mean. It won’t even seem odd that we are going to ‘move’ there and settle so that we can be closer to family. Detective Michaels will be playing the role of Aidan’s caretaker. This way no one would doubt our reason to be there. We won’t rouse suspicion even if they look come through the city. Of course, you’ll have to undergo a little change so that if any of Braeden’s men do see you they won’t exactly recognize you,” Blaine said really fast.

Kurt stared at the wall behind Blaine’s head. This was too much for him to take. It had barely been 12 hours since his husband had been shot, he found out that a crazy man wants revenge against him for seeing his face as he killed his husband. His ex-best friend and lover turned up after being missing for 5 years or so and this man was apparently his only hope of survival. He had to pretend to be married to this man.

More tears came to his eyes and Kurt angrily swiped at them. He was getting quite agitated with all the crying he was doing.

“Okay,” Kurt said, “Okay, it’s not like I have much of a choice right? Pretend to be your husband or die..”

Blaine stared at Kurt and said, “No, I don’t want you to think like that.”

“You’ve lost the right to tell me anything like that way too long ago Blaine Anderson,” Kurt snapped angrily at him.

“Don’t judge me Kurt, you don’t know my reason for doing what I had to do,” Blaine snapped back.

Kurt glared at him and Blaine backed off a little, “Sorry, I just….sorry. Get your things ready we’ll be leaving in ten minutes.”

“Where will we be headed?” Kurt asked quietly.

Blaine responded as he got up, “We’ll be driving into Boston from where we’ll be taking a flight to Seattle. You’ll get your new identification in the car. As well as Aidan’s. Leave your wedding ring on. I’ll just put one on later to fool my family.”

Kurt nodded and started to gather his things. Blaine silently helped him and they grabbed both suitcases and headed down to meet Detective Michaels and Aidan.

‘It was going to be a long day’ Kurt thought to himself as his son came running up to him chattering excitedly about all the fun things he had seen in the hotel lobby.

***

In the car on the way to airport Kurt was unaware of the news that was being spread to the rest of the world about the incident. He did not know what was being told to his family.

Hummel-Duval’s home burnt down! No survivors!

Written by: Emily Pears

On the late evening of the 17th of August 2012, the Hummel-Duval’s house was broken into. There has been no indication of who it was that had broken into their home but we do know that Mr. Nicholas Anthony Hummel-Duval, aged 30 years old, had been shot dead by the intruder(s)as many neighbors have claimed to have heard the gunshot go off. It appears that his spouse Mr. Kurt Elijah Hummel-Duval, in his grief-stricken state, set fire to their home with him and their 3 year old son Aidan still in it. A statement from the police states that “without the bodies there is no hope of figuring out who had broken into the house and killed Mr. Nick Hummel-Duval and as such they would have to close the investigation.”

Burt’s hands trembled as he yelled out, “Carole! Carole!!”

Carole heard a crash in the living room as she ran into it only to see Burt with his reading glasses perched on his nose and their newly bought ipad lying on the floor. There were tears pouring down his cheeks, broken sounds erupting from his throat. Amongst it all, she could only hear one word and that was him screaming for his son, “KURT!”

All Burt could see was his son sitting at the table laughing, playing dress up with his mom, running around the backyard, getting married, holding Aidan in his arms. His grandson voice ringing in his ears “Grandpaa!” His heart broke, his life ended in that moment.

Carole didn’t know what happened but she knew it must have been bad. She pulled her husband into her arms and held him close trying to take away some of the pain.

“My Kurt…my boy. Aidan and Nick! They’re all…gone! They’re all gone! They’re dead! We’re never going to see them again,” Burt broke down as he sobbed.

Carole felt her heart stop as the tears pooled in her eyes. She felt her legs give way as she and her husband fell to their knees, holding each other close.

“Our boys? Not our boys. Burt, no!” Carole shook her head in disbelief.

Burt pressed their foreheads together as they cried their eyes out in grief. Their life would never be the same.