Sometimes I think. I think that everyone was right. The real world was a lot different from high school, which I guess was expected. They also said that marriage never worked out okay, that one wasn't a complete lie either. I mean, my marriage failed.

Sometimes I think karma shows in different ways. Like, when you're a horrible husband, you get framed for your husband's murder. Then, your stuck in a court trial and in jail until proven innocent. Which sucks, especially when you have a 5-year-old daughter at home.

So, really, what I'm trying to get at here is that my life sucks. Anybody could say that, although I don't think anybody really means it until something happens that actually ruins your life.

So, we're past the stupid oath about telling the truth and the explaining to the judge what was going on. Now we're at the part where the jury asks confusing questions that decide whether I'm guilty or not.

"Mr. Anderson," Ms. Jamson said. She looked to be about 37 with bright blonde hair and emerald-green eyes. Her face was littered with pale freckles that resembled Kurt's. Her hair was tied up into a high pony tail and a pant suit that Kurt would disapprove of. Although, I guess if Kurt were here then we'd both be at home.

"Hummel-Anderson," I mumbled under my breath quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Blaine Hummel-Anderson."

She stared at me with curious eyes and a frown played across her lips.

"Mr. Hummel-Anderson," She looked down at her papers before gazing her eyes up and down my facial expression. "You were said to be found at the murder scene passed out, is that true?"

"Yes," I answered with a straight face.

"And you woke up with blood covered hands?"

"Yes."

"Can you describe to me what you're husband looked like at the scene?"

I bit my lip as hard as I could. It wasn't a pleasant sight, which is hard to say because Kurt always looked good but when he's covered in blood and has multiple stab wounds, I remember it hard to think about how beautiful he was.

"I- I woke up thinking he was alive and I was terrified that he wasn't. His shirt was soaked with blood, as well as the rug. He had multiple stab wounds in his chest."

"You adopted a daughter, correct?"

"We had a friend, Santana Lopez, as a surrogate."

"If that's the case, who is the biological father?"

"Kurt."

"Your daughter, Madeline, how old is she?"

"Five."

XxXxXxX

"I fucking hate all of you fags!" Santana screamed loudly. 9 months of foot rubs and many trips to the grocery store and the pair get repaid by screaming and hollering. Kurt sighed silently at Santana's overreacting.

"Santana, sweetie, can you please calm down?" Kurt cooed quietly while rubbing soothing circles over the girl's hand as she clenched tightly around his.

"No! I will not fucking calm down! Do you know how much this hurts, Kurt? Do you?"

"Well, -"

"It feels like my vag is on fire! Would you like it if you had to push a head the size of a grapefruit out of your dick?!"

Kurt looked up at me with a soft smile and tired eyes. She had been in labor for almost 24 hours and the baby was finally coming. Kurt and I were so happy, granted that a bitchy pregnant girl had screamed curses at us all night. But truthfully, I didn't think Kurt and I were ready to be fathers. It was too late at that point.

"Okay, I can see the baby's head! You're doing great, Santana. Just keep breathing." A women in blue scrubs said loudly over the screams. Kurt winced as their friend gripped his hand with all her might while making sure to keep her breathing regular.

After about another hour of labor, Madeline Grace Hummel-Anderson was brought into the world.

"She has your eyes, you know?" I whispered quietly in Kurt's ear. She was wrapped in Kurt's arms with wide blue eyes that gleamed curiously as Santana slept silently in the hospital bed.

"You think?"

"Of course," I planted a soft kiss to his temple before continuing. "Honey, do you think we're ready to be parents?"

He turned his head around to look at me with a small smile.

"I think we'll do just fine," He turned his attention back to the child in his arms, who was now gripping his index finger tightly.

XxXxXxX

I stared at my lap with tears in my eyes. Our daughter was practically all I had left. I mean, everybody thought I murdered Kurt and that I was some psychopath. Rachel was bawling her eyes out and swore never to talk to me. I was lucky to get out alive when I talked to Finn. Really the only person I had left was Sam and my daughter.

I'm extremely thankful for them, too. They would visit me at the prison a lot. Sam would visit everyday.

"Hey, buddy," Sam sat down in front of the hard glass that separated the two. "How was court today? I mean, I was watching but-"

"It sucked," I confessed shamelessly. "I hate court."

"You're there for about another month."

"How's Maddie? Has she been behaving?"

"Oh, yeah. She's an angel. She misses you," Sam stared at his hands before looking me in the eye moments later. "She misses Kurt, too. I didn't mention it, but did you, uh, tell her about Kurt?"

"No. She was asleep when it happened, but I made sure to keep the blood out of sight. I just- She's young and she can't deal with that."

Sam nodded lightly and smiled coyly up at me.

"Hey, you'll see her soon," I smiled back at him with tears swelling in my eyes. "I'll bring her someday."

"That'd be great. You're my best friend, you know that, right?"

"Of course, I do. I mean, your daughter is living with me."

"Yeah, I'm a terrible father," A free tear escaped from my eye and rolled down the side of my cheek. "I'm so scared, Sam."

"Oh, no! That's not what I meant by it. Of course not, never. You're just in a tough spot now and there's nothing you can do about it. Shit happens. You just have to make it through, that's the best thing you can do now. If not for you, then for her."

"Don't stop believing. . ." I sang quietly and then choked on a laugh.

"Yeah," Sam smiled. "Just like the song."

"But what if they find me guilty? That happens. We've seen the movies."

"Have you seen you? I mean, not now while your crying, but you don't have the face of a murderer. You have the face of a cuddly puppy."

I laughed nervously at that.

"I- I got to go. Mercedes is waiting for me to get home. I'll bring Maddie on Saturday, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks." I watched longingly as he ran out of the room in a hurry. A burly cop escorted me back to my cell where I laid awake all night thinking about Sam said.


I've had this idea for months now but I finally got to put it into words this weekend. I am very proud of myself.

I'm working on my other stories, too, but with school and all I'm not getting very far. I have the PSSA's this month and the Keystone's next month (Yes, I live in Pennsylvania) so I don't know when I'll be posting the new chapters.

love, jackta