Hello,

I hope after this chapter some questions will be cleared up. There will be one or two more chapters that explain the murder as well as the motive behind it.

Glee is not mine.


Blaine's Aunt stared at the detectives in amazement. They had a lead! Blaine was in the middle of a therapy session so he wouldn't know until afterwards, but a lead!

"Well, what kind of lead is it?" she asked excitedly. She was about ready to jump up and call the rest of the family when the two men shared a look.

"Ma'am, we would advise you to calm down," the smaller of the two said.

She glanced nervously between them. "What do you mean?"

"What do you know about your nephew's birth?"


"Kurt, he just needs a little time." Kurt glared at his father from across the table and huffed his annoyance.

"I don't know what to do to help him."

"Hey, you're doing the best you can." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Kurt, listen to me. It is not your job to make him better, it's your job to show him that you care."

"And I do care!" Kurt exclaimed.

"I know," Burt said calmly. "I know that, and Blaine knows that. Kurt, put yourself in his shoes, he lost his parents in a brutal murder by people who have simply vanished into thin air, and whose motive can't be identified. That's a lot to take in."

"What do I do?"

"Do what you did in the first place; give him some space."


"What do you know about your nephew's birth?"

Blaine's Aunt was caught off guard by the question. "It was…a normal birth. There wasn't any complications with the pregnancy. Blaine was a healthy baby," she finished.

"Alright, let me ask you a different question. What do you know about your sister?"

"What do you mean?"

"We have reason to believe that your sister and brother-in-law were involved in an investigation that took place seventeen years ago involving a abduction."

She stared at them incredulously. "That's your lead?" she asked slowly.

"No," the detective said shaking his head. "It's a theory that we're formulating based off of our lead." He looked at her carefully while he spoke, looking for any change in her behavior.

She swallowed nervously. "My sister was a good person," she told them. "She wouldn't be involved in a seventeen year old investigation."

"How do you know, Ma'am?"

"What do you mean, 'how do I know?' She's my sister! I know my sister." She stood up and turned to face them. "I think you should leave."

The men stood up and allowed themselves to be let out of the house. "We will be in touch."

She nodded and locked the door but not before hearing, "She's either in denial that her sister could be involved in anything, or she's not telling us something."

Blaine's Aunt walked slowly back towards her sofa and sat down heavily as she tried to hold back tears. Her sister was a good person, she wasn't involved in anything. So then, why did she feel guilt pull at her heart and settle in her stomach?


Seventeen Years Ago

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson sat at their small kitchen table. "You're keeping him?" Mr. Anderson asked his wife.

"Yes. Why shouldn't I?"

"I don't want to do this."

"You don't want to do this?" she repeated.

"That's what I said."

"We've been trying for years to become pregnant. It is impossible for me, you know that," she exclaimed under her breath as if the neighbors would be able to hear out of the closed windows. "Did you make the adoption papers?" she asked in a hushed manner. "Don't give me that look. Did you make them?"

"Yes," he said dejectedly. "I just don't understand why we have to go sneaking around when we could do this the right way."

"I've already explained this to you. It would shame my parents to know that I cannot conceive. They would not be okay with an adoption."

"So why can't we do it privately!"

"You're a senator!" she reminded him. "Word would get out!"

"Look, I want a kid just as much as you, but don't you think this is going too far?"

She shook her head. "The kid's parents are good for nothing drug addicts who would not be able to give him the life we can. This is for his own good."

"We'll get caught."

She rolled her eyes. "Did you blackmail them?"

"Of course," he sighed.

"Then there won't be a problem."


Later on that night Kurt heard his phone ring while staring at the TV screen and fumbled awkwardly until he was able to look at the contact number: Blaine. He flipped the phone open and pressed it too his ear, "Blaine?"

"Kurt, I am so sorry."

Kurt shook his head relieved to be hearing Blaine on the other end. "No, Blaine. It's me who should be apologizing. I didn't respect your feelings and I know how hard this is for you."

"It's okay, Kurt." Blaine paused. "I called because I didn't know who else to talk too."

Kurt cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder as he got up, "What do you mean?"

"Kurt," Blaine said his voice shaking. "I'm adopted."

Kurt stopped short. "What?"

"When my Aunt picked me up from my therapy session today, she told me she had something serious to talk to me about. Can you come over? I don't want to discuss this all on the phone."

"I'll be there as soon as I can." Kurt clicked the phone shut. What did all of this mean?