November 2012:
Burt Hummel won the election and became the 45th President of the United States. He won by a landslide. He was pictured on the cover of every single magazine, newspaper and online media outlet along with his wife Carole. His sons were hardly ever photographed. The assassination attempt on Congressman Hummel’s life in August had dominated the media. According to the media, ever since then he had basically put his family on lockdown. His son Finn was currently serving in the U.S. Army and kept a low profile and his son Kurt was currently attending school and living in New York.

The man responsible for the assassination attempt had been arrested and had basically stated that he was just trying to keep marriage from being redefined by Congressman Hummel’s attempts to legalize gay marriage. The alleged assassin had finally confessed to stalking the Hummel family as well as threatening their lives with weekly mailings. He was still waiting to be sentenced.

“Kurt, quit reading the newspapers. You lived through it once, must you keep reliving it every day?” asked Burt when he saw Kurt engrossed in the magazine article he was reading.

“I’m just keeping informed dad. I want to make sure that guy who tried to kill you is behind bars.” A few weeks after Kurt had returned to Ohio all hell had broken loose.

August 2012:
Kurt had just finished packing his suitcases when his dad walked into his bedroom. He looked around Kurt’s bedroom and he had to force his tears back. He remembered how easy life had been when Kurt was younger and they would read together every night before bedtime. He noticed Kurt’s tea set sitting on a shelf and thought about the countless tea parties he had attended in the back yard.

“Aren’t you taking the tea set with you?” he asked.

Kurt sighed and ran his fingertips down the stout body of the his teapot, “No, I’m afraid it will break in the move and I probably won’t have room for it in the dorms plus I’m not sure I’m up to explaining to anyone who notices it why I even own a fancy tea set. Besides, it was mom’s and I’d feel better knowing it is here waiting for me whenever I come back to visit. Maybe once I finish school or get my own apartment I will take it with me but for now it will be here waiting for me when I come back to visit.”

“I’m really going to miss you Kurt,” said his dad as he enveloped him in a hug. “I’m really sorry you didn’t get a chance to finish your trip.”

Kurt had been upset when he first arrived back in Ohio. He missed Blaine terribly and was constantly berating himself for not having asked him for his phone number. He had thought he would have more time in London and just assumed that when he left he would have asked and gotten all of Blaine’s information. How was he supposed to know that he would be whisked back home without an opportunity to say good-bye to the boy he had fallen in love with?

Kurt had quickly realized that he had fallen for Blaine and once he got home he had tried to find him on the internet. He had Googled Blaine Williams and while there had been many people by that name – none of them turned out to be his Blaine. His dad had finally noticed his melancholic state and had asked him what was wrong. Kurt had broken down in tears and had given his dad the entire tale.

Burt had been hoping that Kurt would never find out that he had Blaine investigated but he couldn’t continue to ignore his son’s pain.

“Kurt, I need to tell you something and I want you to understand that I only did it because I was worried about your safety.” Kurt wiped his nose on a Kleenex and looked at his dad curiously.

“After the first time you mentioned Blaine to me I had the Ambassador run a search on him,” Kurt was about to say something but Burt continued talking, “wait – before you interrupt listen to the whole story. I had him do a cursory investigation on Blaine and he came up blank. No such person with that name, age range or school affiliations that you mentioned exist Kurt. After I received the threats that included pictures of you I wondered if maybe this Blaine character had something to do with it…”

Kurt stared at his father - he was so upset that he couldn’t think straight. He shook his head got up and walked out of his room. He grabbed his keys and left the house slamming the front door in the process. Burt winced at the sound and knew that it was going to take Kurt awhile to process this information.

Kurt was LIVID! How could his dad do that to him? Did he seriously think Blaine had something to do with the pictures that got sent to him? Did he think he was such a sap that he would fall for the first pretty, gay boy he met? Kurt found himself parking in front of the Lima Bean and decided to go inside and get a drink. He seriously needed some time alone to calm down enough to go back home and face his father.

When Kurt finally decided to go home he walked into an empty house. There was a note on the fridge reminding him that his dad had a fundraiser that evening and that he and Carole would be home pretty late but Carole had left dinner in the fridge for him.

Kurt was too upset to eat. He headed to his room, showered and fell asleep. It seemed like he had just fallen asleep when he was being gently shaken awake.

“Kurt honey, wake up,” he heard Carole speaking.

“Hmpf,” he rolled over and tried to ignore Carole.

“Kurt, it’s your dad – please wake up.”

As soon as her words registered in his brain Kurt was up and alert. “What happened to my dad? Is he okay?” He looked at his alarm clock and noticed that it was close to 4am and he finally took a good look at Carole and saw her red-rimmed eyes and pale skin.

“He is okay now. He just got out of surgery and he is doing fine.”

“SURGERY!!! What happened?”

“Honey, your dad was shot while he was delivering his speech. The bullet entered his arm and exited cleanly. The doctors are sure there will be no lasting damage.”

Kurt finally noticed that Carole’s green shirt was literally splattered in red. He paled and felt himself losing focus. Carole shook him until his vision cleared. “I stayed at the hospital until I made sure he was fine. I wanted to come home and tell you myself before you woke up and heard about it on the news. I already spoke to Finn and he is on his way home. Get up, shower and come downstairs. We will head to the hospital as soon as I can shower and grab something to eat.” Kurt nodded, crawled out of bed and headed straight to the shower.

After making sure Carole had eaten something they headed to the hospital. Burt was in a private room surrounded by his protective detail. Kurt expected to see his father laying there helplessly just like the last time he was in the hospital right after his heart attack. Kurt was not expecting to enter the room and see his father and a few of his campaign workers playing poker. As soon as they saw Kurt and Carole they all said their good-byes and left the room.

“Hey kiddo,” Burt noticed how pale Kurt was and tried to reassure him. “I told Carole not to wake you up. I’m fine - really it was just a scratch.”

Kurt walked over to his dad and he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. He remembered how angry he had been last night and hated the fact that his father might have died knowing Kurt was angry with him. “I’m fine bud – I really am. The doctor said I will be able to go home tomorrow morning. They just want to make sure there is no infection or lasting damage to my arm. Now, give your old man a hug.”

Kurt launched himself at his father and started bawling like a baby. “I’m sorry dad. I’m sorry for getting mad at you yesterday.”

“Shhhhh it’s okay,” Burt rubbed his back gently. “I understand why you were angry. I should have respected your judgment. It’s just that… you are my baby Kurt no matter how old you get I will always see you as that beautiful, baby boy your mother handed me so long ago. I need to start realizing that you are a young man that is capable of making his own decisions. I’ll try to get better at that – now stop those tears. I think you are getting my bandages wet.”

Kurt straightened up and immediately checked to make sure he hadn’t done any damage to the bandages. “Can you tell me what happened?” he asked.

“I don’t have all the details yet but apparently the “alleged” shooter didn’t like the fact that I am campaigning for marriage equality in all 50 states and so he decided I would be incapable of making a difference if I was dead. Fortunately for us he is not a sharpshooter and missed my heart which is what he was aiming for – got my arm instead. Lucky me huh?” Burt laughed until he saw the look on Kurt’s face.

“He could have killed you dad.”

“Yes well as long as he didn’t go after you, Finn or Carole I can live with the scar. Now let’s talk about something else,” he said effectively ending the conversation. Kurt’s feelings were all over the place and he was so happy that his father was alive that he let him change the subject.

Two days later, Burt was home recovering and Kurt was getting ready to leave for NYU. He wanted to postpone his college entrance until January but Burt was adamant about not letting him put his life on hold any longer.

Kurt was moving into a single room in the dorms. The university had arranged for his protective detail to have one of the rooms adjacent to his. If Burt was elected President then Kurt would have to move off campus since his detail would become permanent as long as he was a student and his father was in office. However, if his father lost the election then Kurt would lose the protective detail and he would continue on as just plain ole’ Kurt Hummel, NYU student and continue living in the dorms for his freshmen year. He was excited and couldn’t wait to start living in New York.

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September 2012:
Blaine loved his classes at the London campus of NYU. Against his father’s wishes of starting immediately on his pre-law classes he decided to just take general ed courses his first semester. He had decided he was never going to be a lawyer or go to Cambridge. He had been accepted to NYU as a music major and he couldn’t wait to get to New York and truly start living life.

The only dark spot in his existence (other than his father) was the fact that he just couldn’t get over missing Kurt. He had even bribed his dad’s secretary and had her call her sister-in-law who worked at the American Embassy to see if they had any information about a Kurt Allen. The sister-in-law reported that there was no record of a Kurt Allen visiting the embassy. How could that be he thought? He had seen Kurt walking out of the embassy with his own eyes.

He had also tried Googling the name Kurt Allen and of course there were tons of Kurt Allen’s but not one of them was his Kurt Allen. He had also contacted the NYU’s main campus and tried to find out if there was a Kurt Allen registered but of course due to privacy issues the registrar could not give out that information. He was angry at himself for not bothering to get Kurt’s contact information. He stopped thinking and finished getting dressed. It was his cousin’s birthday and Prince Charles was hosting a small family dinner to celebrate Harry’s birthday and he didn’t want to be late.

“Blaine, nice to see you dear,” stated the Queen as she looked him over. “You are certainly looking rather peaked. What is wrong with you? I thought you would be happy now that you are enrolled at NYU.”

“I am ecstatic about NYU, Your Majesty. I want to thank you for making all of it possible.”

“Nonsense dear – but what is bothering you?” Without realizing what he was doing Blaine managed to tell the Queen his tale of woe. She actively listened to his story without interrupting.

“Are you seriously telling me that you did not get this colonists information when you met the first couple of times?” she asked incredulously. When Blaine nodded she rapped his head with her gloves, “I never took you for an idiot!” she said and walked away.

Blaine sat there in astonishment. Had the Queen of England just hit him on the head and called him an idiot? He started laughing and couldn’t seem to stop. He finally got his laughter under control and thought about what the Queen had said – yep he was definitely an idiot!