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Kurt breathed out slowly. Calmly.

His father was next to him, seated in one of those plastic chairs, waiting to be called through.

It was time to tell the world the story of Blaine Anderson. From the very beginning.

Kurt knew that the press would want to cover absolutely everything, and he intended to say everything, Blaine would have wanted him to tell the story. Kurt had been receiving a lot of hate mail since it appeared that he somehow knew that Blaine was a killer, and he had just skimmed over it for an easier life.

Blaine had never admitted it to Kurt, he had drawn his own conclusions, but he never had any concrete proof that his husband was a monster...until that fateful last day.

It was the headline that had got everybody's attention, Blaine Anderson, Notorious Serial Killer, shot and killed in gun fight with police.

It was a year later, Blaine had died a year ago today, and Kurt was ready to tell the story. He had avoided press while he dealt with police and admitted himself into a psychiatric ward for a little while, to deal with the horrendous back story that Blaine had ben hiding away.

Today he was better, it still stung but he was getting there.

It was a press conference today, and Kurt had gone against all who had advised him not to tell all, and he was going to tell everyone just how much he went through and why.

"Kurt." The spokeswoman, Nancy, appeared around one door that held the press inside, called out to him, "They're ready for you."

"Thank you." His father said from his side, before guiding Kurt towards the entrance, as a couple of bodyguards appeared at the door, waiting to lead Kurt and Burt through the throng of people.

There were questions thrown at him from all directions as soon as he entered, but the guards were efficient enough to escort him through the masses up onto the stage in front, and everyone had quieted back down, when another spokesman stood at the front and asked for silence.

Burt gave his son's hand a squeeze and then let him go, taking a seat in front of the press, as Kurt walked up to the little podium and microphone. Coughing once, twice, to clear his throat, he tapped the microphone for a second.

"Hello, welcome. My name is Kurt Hummel, and I know what you all came for is a scoop today," Kurt started as a couple of his personnel looked at each other before shaking their heads, Kurt looked down to his dad and smiled reassuringly, receiving one in return before continuing, "But what I wanted to do today, was take everything back to the start. Tell the story of Blaine Anderson."

A hush went over the crowd and a couple had started conversing amongst themselves, but Kurt took another couple deep calming breaths again while he watched them.

"I know I married a monster, somebody the world would view as evil. I know that. I'm not pretending that Blaine was anything other than a killer. He was.

But I wanted to let the world know that, even though he did all those things and hurt so many people, me included, I did love him."

Burt nodded at his son, a sad expression on his face as Kurt's eyes filled with tears while he talked about Blaine.

"What Blaine did, will haunt me forever. He hurt a lot of people, the world. But the man I married...was different than the man that was shot last year. And I would like to start my story at the beginning, when I met him." Kurt said as he wiped his cheek, "So please hold your questions for after I've finished and I'll gladly answer them."

"I grew up in Lima, Ohio, and as a gay teenager in Ohio...life was hard. But once I met Blaine, my days seemed to get a little brighter. It was like any relationship really, we went on dates...we talked about random stuff...he was always a perfect gentleman, and he always had a smile for everyone." Kurt tried to stammer out his explanation as the tears flooded his cheeks.

"Yes Blaine was a killer, but he never harmed me, or anyone I cared about. He didn't like causing me pain, which is probably why he never told me about any of his...dealings. Had I known, it would have killed me too."