A/N: Guy thankies if you are reading this it means a lot to me and I'd love it you reviewed it so I could improve. This chapter is going to be the longest I have done so far because I combined the two chapters. I hope you like it. :) a mahoosive thanks to my Betas Kathryn and Jenn. I love you ladies
Those four simple words pierced my very soul. They destroyed what little hope I had. 'Someone wanted to do this to them? To my family? Why did this happen?' I questioned no longer holding back the tears that I had been suppressing for so long. 'That's what we need to know Mr Anderson-Hummel. Do you mind coming to talk to us about the events of today.' Replied the Police officer with not the slightest bit of emotion in his voice, 'Mr Hummel,' he turned to Burt, 'We'll be back in a short while. Do you mind waiting here whilst I speak to Mr Anderson-Hummel?' He spoke to Burt in a softer tone than he could ever speak to me in- I have a feeling why that is. He turned on the spot and left the room.
Tears streaming down my face, I turned to the man who is now the closest thing I have to a family and I embraced him. That simple gesture-one used so much- gave me hope and the inner strength to talk to the police. I need to thank him; not just for the hug but for being my father figure for the past ten years, 'Mr Hummel, I-'
'Stop right there Kiddo.' He'd never been able to drop the nickname but in a weird way I sort of liked it, 'Call me Burt we've known each other since you were sixteen I think we can drop the formalities. Secondly, you don't need to thank me. I'd do anything for you, Blaine. Now go in there and tell them the truth of what happened. For Kurt..' I nodded and walked away still trying to take in what had just happened.
I walked out of the door. There were two police officers. One, the forty something year old, balding man who spoke to me in the waiting room, who's name I learnt was D.I Croft. The other, a blonde woman who couldn't have been much older than me. 'My name is D.I Barrington.' Started the blonde woman, 'I know you have had a lot to deal with today but it would be really great if you came to talk to us.' She was so nice as if she knew what just what I was going through, yeah right, no one knew what I was going through. At least she was nice, nicer than D.I Croft could ever be. It was Croft's turn to speak in this well rehearsed scene, 'Now Mr Anderson-Hummel, we wont pull you into the station as at this point as you aren't a suspect so at the moment we'll speak to you here. Bear in mind that your status can change at any time.' I was sure that Croft had already made his mind up about me and my husband.
We walked down the corridor; the three of us. Not the three people I wanted it to be. Not me, my husband and my daughter. Not my family. Me and two police officers walking down a never-ending corridor only to walk into a dark room where they will ask me lots of questions about how my family were blown up. I am not ready for this but I have to do it-for Kurt and Leah and Burt and for me.
D.I Barrington opened the door for both of us, I noticed Croft didn't thank her, I, being the better person, thanked her. The light bulb which had just been turned on glowed an orange in the closed off room. In the middle of the grey room was a table with three chairs positioned around it, two on one side. On the table lay a tape recorder- you would've thought they'd be able to afford more sophisticated technology. 'Sit.' Demanded Croft a little resentment in his voice. I daren't disobey a direct order from a Police man, even if he was one of the most stuck up man I have ever met and that includes my father. Plunking myself on the chair I noticed how cold and uncomfortable it was almost as if it didn't want me to sit there.
'Are you ready to answer these questions Mr Anderson-Hummel?' Asked Barrington with care not to scare me off, not much help that did. I just nodded.