AN: Wow, ok, my internet failed on me and deleted my entire author's note :(

Anyway, I'm so sorry this took do long, I could list a million excuses but it was pretty much school and writer's block. I'm off school for two weeks for Christmas so updates should be more frequent. I found it really hard to start this chapter, but once I got going, it was coming so easily that towards the end my heart was pounding because I didn't know what was going to happen next!

The rating has been changed to a T because of mild violence and swearing/offensive language, I'm sorry if this stops you from wanting to read :(

I realized a while ago that I've never put my tumbr URL here so here it is (delete the spaces): ninjagleeks. tumblr. com

Hope you enjoy, it's quite an intense chapter.


Chapter 6

After many attempts at contacting her, Claudia finally picked up her cellphone and answered Burt's call. He was extremely relieved, to say the least, that when he explained to her what had happened, she, feeling awful for leaving Blaine, said that she was less than two hours away from Lima and would be there as soon as possible to pick him up. But, despite the relief Burt was feeling, he couldn't help the sinking in his stomach when he heard that Blaine would be leaving soon. He was a son to Burt, blood relation be damned, because he sure as hell didn't have any other father figure to rely on, and life wouldn't be the same without him.

Once the phone conversation had ended and Burt hung up, he decided it would be best if he woke the boys up and told them the news. At that very moment, however, the boys sauntered into the house of their own accord and plopped themselves down on the couch, looking as content as ever. It killed Burt to know he would have to break the news to them.

"Blaine," he began, "I just got hold of your mother on the phone and she's coming to pick you up in less than an hour."

"Oh ok, I just hope she's not moving to a far-away part of Lima, because then it would be harder to see you and Kurt, but I'm sure our new house will be near enough, maybe even in the next street and..."

"Blaine," Burt said kindly but forcefully, cutting off his rambling. "When I phoned your mom she was in Columbus. She's going to move in with her parents for a while, and she's taking you with her."

Blaine's lip began quivering and Kurt suddenly realized what this would mean. They couldn't be best friends anymore. Both boys burst into tears, distraught that they would no longer be able to see each other every day.

Burt walked into the kitchen to give the boys, who had just walked hand in hand back out to the garden, some peace.

"Blaine, I know it's really sad but we can send letters and I'll make an email account and we can phone each other all the time! At least you'll be with your mommy so you won't be scared anymore, and that's all that matters." Kurt sniffled, trying to convince himself just as much as Blaine that it would be alright, but of course, he knew it wouldn't be.

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Naturally, the day before, Burt had informed the police about Blaine's father as soon as Blaine had gone to bed, but given that he wasn't under any immediate threat, they hadn't thought of it as a priority. Burt, of course, was furious that they would even dare suggest that this poor boy wasn't a priority, but they wouldn't change their minds about it, so he had to begrudgingly accept the next best thing: they would look into the case and contact him as soon as they had come to a decision. So, shortly after his conversation with Claudia, he wasn't surprised when his phone started to ring once more, the caller ID informing him that Lima Police Department was calling.

"Good evening, Officer." Burt said, after accepting the call. As Officer Stanley explained the situation, with Burt occasionally humming in affirmation that he'd heard, it was becoming steadily clearer that it was not being taken seriously, nor that the Police Department actually ever had any intention whatsoever of "looking into the case".

"What do you mean, not enough evidence? You haven't even seen the boy or his father!" Burt argued, but it seemed that this was a fight that he was losing.

After much shouting, cursing and how dare you?s, he finally, reluctantly, gave in to the officer, hung up the phone and rested his head in his hands.

If they didn't arrest the monster living next door, how could he ever feel that Blaine was safe? At least he would be with his mother soon, and she was a good woman, she would protect him.

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James didn't like the idea of his son visiting that boy that lived next door. He wouldn't like it anyway, even if it were some rough, boyish and so obviously straight boy, but he especially hated it that he was spending time with that boy, encouraging his sin and helping him spread his disease. Blaine had already started to catch it, he sang in his bedroom when he thought that no-one could hear him, he asked if they had any Disney films and, worst of all, he had asked him if he could have the boy over for a tea party. So when James found out that he was staying at that boy's house, he was furious. It was at that point that he decided he would keep his rear windows open at all times, so that he could keep his eye (or rather, ear) on Blaine when he and Kurt (was that the boy's name?) were in the back garden together.

Sitting near to the window, like he had been doing for the most part of the last few hours, James recalled something that had happened around two hours ago.

Kurt and his son had been out in the garden together, talking and playing like they usually did in the front garden. He wasn't really paying a lot of attention to them, but he made sure that he knew what they were saying, just in case. All of a sudden the boys' conversation turned to one that Blaine had had with him many years ago about loving other boys.` He listened intently to this, getting gradually more angry with every moment that his son was discussing such things, when he heard some horrifying words:

"I love you, Blaine, and I'm not pretending anything."

At that point, James willed Blaine to do something, to insult him, to hit him, even just to walk away, anything, but of all the things Blaine could have done, he decided to reply.

"That's good, because I love you too, Kurt."

That was the last straw for him, he had to get Blaine out of there, but he needed a plan.

James cringed at the memory of the words that were exchanged, and began to brainstorm ideas whilst still half-listening to the boys who were once again talking outside. He had nothing. How do you get your son out of someone's house against their own will when there's a huge man -that could easily put you in hospital- present?

"Blaine, I know your mom is picking you up in fifteen minutes, but please don't cry."

James immediately focused on the boys' conversation. Did the boy say that Blaine's mother would be picking him up in fifteen minutes? He needed to take Blaine away, and fast if what the boy was saying was true. There was only one way to do it now, and it wouldn't be pretty.

James walked out of his front door.

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Burt hear someone rapping at the front door and figured it must have been Blaine's mother, although she was a little early. He opened it to see, not the woman he was expecting, but a short, stocky man. Blaine's father.

"Get away from my house," Burt hissed through gritted teeth.

"I just need to say Blaine a moment," James replied, smoothly and calmly. Did he really think he was that stupid? Burt wasn't going to let him anywhere near Blaine ever again, and that was final.

"No." he spat, "Now leave,"

James' calm facade suddenly changed and he had a thunderous look on his face.

"I don't have time for this!" he yelled, and pushed Burt to the ground.

He ran through the house, quickly found the back door and hoisted Blaine into his arms as if he was a child snatching a toy from another.

"Blaine!" Kurt screamed, and ran after the man who was already halfway to the front door by now, but of course, he couldn't catch up.

Once James had managed to carry a kicking and screaming Blaine back to the front door, he noticed that Burt was standing directly in front of the door, a murderous look on his face.

"If you think you can take away my son, you've got another thing coming!" Burt's tone was so much more than angry, and with that, he lunged at James, taking care not to hurt Blaine of course.

In shock, James dropped Blaine, who landed safely on his feet and scrambled over to where Kurt was standing, terrified. He braced himself for the force of Burt's body slamming into him, and it appeared to work, because he stumbled back a little, but didn't fall. He then swung his fist towards the taller man, but in his fury, missed and punched a wooden dining chair, which splintered and bloodied his knuckles. Crying out in pain, James reached for something that he could use to hurt the other man, but spotted something better. Kurt. He was standing in front of Blaine, as was relatively close, within reaching distance, and so he grabbed hold of the boy's wrist and pulled him towards him so that he could hold him in place with both hands.

"Let me leave with Blaine, or I'll hurt the boy," he threatened, "you don't want that, do you?"

Burt's eyes widened and he shook his head, but didn't move from his place in front of the door.

"Move!" he yelled.

Burt didn't reply, but instead darted out to try and take Kurt from the man's grasp, but he wasn't quick enough. James saw what he was doing and thew Kurt forcefully into the wall opposite. He hit it and fell to the ground, hard.

"Father, stop!" Blaine cried through his tears, he hated seeing his best friend hurt.

He turned to his son and snatched him up once again and turned to face Burt.

"Blaine has been in the company of your fucking fag of a son for too long!"

he exclaimed, knocking Burt out of the way with his shoulder and ran out the door. Burt hurried after him, followed by Kurt, who was rubbing his head, but by the time they reached him (he was fast for such a short man), he had already thrown Blaine into the car and was driving away.

"Blaine!" Kurt screeched, "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine!" He sank to his knees and pounded on the floor once he had realized that Blaine wasn't coming back.

"Blaine..." he whimpered.

The tears began to roll down Kurt's cheeks.

A puzzle is never complete without its last piece, it may look right, you may be able to tell what it is, and it may not be important to those looking upon it, but it is never whole. When someone is lost, another is incomplete until they are found once more, but the bond is never truly broken, and the missing piece never truly forgotten.


AN: Just to let you know, I rarely swear and HATE any sort of offensive language, and would never use it unless it adds credibility/drama to a story. I would NEVER use any offensive language out loud under any circumstances.