A/N: This is my first attempt at anything remotely AU. Tell me if you like it, or if there's anything that I can improve. It's wildly different from what I usually write, but it was a plot bunny that just wouldn't leave! P.S. This will be around 7 chapters, it's about 14,000 words right now.
"The homosexual is a deeply disturbed creature," Senator Anderson spoke, anger in his voice, "And it is a creature that must be controlled. We have coddled these…deviants for too long! We have made them think that they belong by allowing them to marry, to join the military, and to adopt children. And, because of this, we as a nation have suffered! We have flaunted this deviance in front of God, and he has turned his back on this great nation! We owe the rioting in Detroit, Los Angeles, New York, and Chicago to these freaks. The fags must know their place. Their place is not America-and we need to demonstrate this! By writing your congressperson about S.B. 1095, you send a message to these lowlifes that have corrupted the American dream. They won't be able to corrupt our youth by teaching them or adopting them! All civil unions will be declared null and void, and children who have been adopted or born through other means and are parented by a same sex couple will be removed from their homes. Homosexual acts will be recriminalized. Why, when I was a kid, my daddy would have beat me if I told him that I wanted to kiss a boy. We need to restore that kind of parenting! We need to tell the homosexuals that we mean business! We will restore this nation to God's country! I am Senator Blaine Anderson of Alabama, and I will not let this country fall to the secularists and the queers! "
There was a roar of applause as Senator Anderson finished his speech at the Family Action Convention and he walked offstage where he was met with high fives and pats on the back. He was smiling at everyone jovially until he spotted a tall, slim figure with a thick head of auburn hair moving towards him. He attempted to shake off the rest of the crowd as he moved away from the taller man. He had made his way to the parking lot of the convention center when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Senator Anderson," the man said breathlessly, "we need to talk!"
"Mr. Hummel, I have told you time and time again that I will not speak to you and your band of deviants. What you're doing is not right with God, and until you renounce your lifestyle, I won't speak to you," he hissed as he shook the hand off of his shoulder.
"I think you might have a change of heart once you see what's in here," Hummel said, holding up a manila folder, "and please don't call me Mr. Hummel, even if you hate me, you can call me Kurt."
"Fine, Kurt," he spat, "what's in the envelope? What's so important? Is this about your little band of fags again?"
"I'll just leave it with you," Kurt replied, handing him the envelope, "I suggest you peruse the contents in private. I'll be meeting with you tomorrow after the vote-if you even want to hold it after you see what's in there."
Kurt turned on his heel and began to walk away towards his own car. "I don't meet with lobbyists," the senator called.
"Oh, Senator, after you see the photos in that envelope, you will."
After what seemed like forever, Senator Anderson arrived at his office in the Russell Senate Office Building. He parked his car right outside and walked in, where he passed quietly through the metal detectors, earning only grunts of hello from the officers. He made his way to his suite of offices, which he found deserted as he flipped on the lights. He walked back into his own office where he grabbed a beer out of his mini fridge and turned on the television.
"In other news, Senator Blaine Anderson took the Family Action Convention by storm with his speech on his bill, S.B. 1095. The bill, which will be voted on tomorrow, will introduce new restrictions on the LGBTQ community. The charismatic Alabaman, who has been floated as a potential candidate in the next presidential election, fired up his crowd of social conservatives, urging them to contact their legislators and convince them to vote to restore traditional family values."
"Yeah, I did," he muttered to himself as he took a drink and flipped the channel to try and find something mindless before turning the TV off. He took a deep breath and fished the manila envelope that Kurt had given him. Why the hell had he even been at that convention? Blaine thought. He worked for that damn Rights Commission or something like that. Why would a fag come to a values convention?
Blaine carefully slid the envelope open. He didn't know what was so damn important about some pictures. A note was written on the back: I have copies, so even if you burn or shred these, they're not gone-K. Hummel. Blaine chuckled as he dumped out the contents. His eyes went wide when he saw the photos. There was no way that anyone could have gotten these. He felt himself break out into a cold sweat.
There was a fairly innocent picture of him with a college-aged youth, picking up his baggage at the airport in Bermuda. There were a few more pictures of him with the younger man, getting into a car, going into a vacation villa. The next picture made his heart stop. It was a picture of the senator and the young man kissing. This was followed by a picture of both of them completely naked, kissing passionately on the veranda. There were several more pictures, each showing the senator in a more compromising position, the final showing him having sex with the young man.
"Oh God," the Senator murmured. He needed to cancel the vote on his bill. If these got out, his career was finished. There was no recovery from something like this.
He dialed the majority leader. "Hello? Do you have any idea what time it is?" The majority leader asked.
"Danny, it's Blaine," Blaine hissed into the phone.
"Blaine, if this is about the damn vote-"
"Cancel it."
"What?"
"Cancel the vote. We can't have the vote tomorrow."
"Do you have any idea how much clout I had to use to push the vote?"
"I know, I know. I'll owe you, but we can't have the vote," Blaine begged.
"Fine," the other senator sighed, "but I sure hope you know what the hell you're doing."
"I do," Blaine answered, examining the photos that were splayed across his desk.
Blaine didn't sleep at all that night. He kept thinking about how he could spin the photos. I could say that it wasn't me, he thought, I need to find an alibi. He thought of his ex-wife. When she had found out about his little "problem" she left. She would finally let the cat out of the bag and talk about all his dalliances with other men. This needed to be silenced somehow.
Around 8am, an aide walked in. "Senator?" she inquired.
"What?" Blaine snapped, attempting to shove the photos into a desk drawer.
"Kurt Hummel from the LGBT Rights Commission is here to see you," she said, looking extremely confused as to why the senator had snapped at her, "did you want me to tell him to go away?"
"No, no," Blaine said, running his hands through his hair, trying to work what remained of his gel through it, "send him in."
"Really?" The aide squeaked.
"Yes," he hissed, "just send him in."
"Well," Kurt said as he walked into his office, "looks like someone had a rough night. Bang any more younger boys?"
"Shut up and close the damn door," Blaine hissed.
"Fine, fine," Kurt laughed as he closed the door, "you know, before I saw those, I would have never pegged you as a queer."
"I am not a queer! I just…I just…."
"You just like having sex with men? You know, I don't mind you being a self-hating gay, as long as you don't interfere with my rights."
"I told you, I'm not a fag!"
"Fine, whatever. Because guys who have sex with men are totally straight. Now, he wasn't the first, was he? I had heard whispers, but I never thought-"
"Shut the fuck up!" The senator shouted, rubbing his temples. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to stop what you're doing."
"I can't…I won't get reelected!"
"Well, you sure as hell won't get reelected once those photos get out."
"You wouldn't," Blaine gasped, moving around his desk.
"Oh, I would. I think you deserve it after all your talk about how the gays are evil. It's only fair."
"Get out." Blaine said through gritted teeth. "Get out of my office!"
"Meet me at the round robin bar at the Willard tonight at 9. If you don't, I'll assume you're fine with the photos being published."
"Out! Now!" Blaine screamed.
"I'm going, I'm going. Why don't you go down to GWU? Maybe finding another frat boy to fuck would do you some good."
"Where did you even get these?" Blaine hissed as Kurt left.
"I have my sources. Meet me at the Willard and I'll tell you."