A/N: Blaine's father is played by David Boreanaz in my head. When I use the name Joe Anderson, you are only ever allowed to picture David Boreanaz and if his father is played by anyone else on the show, I will cry. I probably should have mentioned that earlier, but there you have it. Also, Chapter Eight is an actual chapter now. For a short period of time it was an authors note, but I replaced it with a chapter because screw author's notes. Yes, I am aware of the faux irony. So for those of you who saw the author's note chapter, you should probably go back and read the actual chapter. It's kind of important. Sorry, I will go now....

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"Where is my son?"

"Mr. Anderson…"

"He was supposed to be released from the hospital this morning. Shouldn't I be down there to sign him out?"

"… Mr. Anderson, due to the nature of your charge, Child Protective Services has stepped in. Your son has been removed from your custody. He's no longer your legal responsibility."

"… What?"

"Because of your son's circumstances, he will be in the care of Carole and Burt Hummel until a suitable relative or foster home becomes available."

"Oh, my… Y-you can't do this. You can't take my child away from me like this!"

"I'm afraid we can, Mr. Anderson. If you are cleared of these charges, your son will be returned to you, obviously. Until then… You have been read your rights, have you not?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Officer Jones will be asking you a few questions. I believe you've already met?"

"We've met."

"Hello, Anderson. It's a nice day, isn't it?"

"You can't do this. You can't take my child."

"We already have. Anderson, please, see this from our perspective. With what you are accused of doing, putting Blaine back into your care would be horrific."

"I didn't do anything!"

"Jeremiah Wilson begs to differ. He claims that you offered him 1,800 dollars to 'sex the fag up a little'."

"Don't you talk about my son that way!"

"I'm reading the report, Mr. Anderson, those are his words, not mine. Please try not to get violent."

"S-so that – that rapist says I did this. And you're going to believe him, just like that?"

"He provided a receipt for an atm on South and Mayberry. $1,800 withdrawn from a joint account between you and your son roughly two hours after the rape."

"Blaine was going to the bank that afternoon. His card was probably sitting on his desk; it would have been easy for Jeremiah to steal it."

"And how did he know your son's PIN number?"

"Blaine took him out for coffee a few times. Blaine doesn't cover the number pad when he punches in his PIN, he assumes nobody would steal it. I'm always yelling at him about that. Check his record of transactions, see if the coffee's on there."

"… Officer Payne took a statement from Blaine this morning. He said that after he was raped, he heard you and Mr. Wilson talking downstairs. Care to tell me what you and your son's rapist where chatting about?"

"I was angry at him for taking Blaine's virginity. I didn't know that he had-"

"Wait, so, what you're trying to tell me is that you knew your son was having sex, but you weren't aware that it was non-consensual?"

"I heard what was going on when I walked upstairs, but I thought it was his boyfriend. And when Jeremiah came downstairs…."

"You mean, you listened to your son being raped, and you mistook it for consensual sex? I'm having a very hard time believing that, Mr. Anderson."

"It's the truth! Why would I have let it go on if I knew?"

"… How tall are you?"

"What the hell kind of a question is that?"

"Mr. Anderson, it's in your best interests to answer the questions I ask you. How tall are you?"

"6'1."

"You're a pretty big guy then. Play any football?"

"I was on the team in high school."

"Yeah, I bet. It says here that you graduated from Notre Dame. Catholic, then?"

"Yes."

"You married April Rhodes in 1992. Your marriage lasted approximately two years, and your son was born in late '93. Now, looking over these divorce papers, it looks like there wasn't much of a custody battle. You filed for full custody, and April didn't contest it. Why do you think that is?"

"April never wanted a child. She gave up twins for adoption before we were married, and I don't think she ever recovered from that. I, on the other hand, wanted a baby so badly… We thought we could change each other, and then April accidentally got pregnant. She wanted an abortion; I was the one who begged her to have the baby."

"And how long was it after Blaine was born that you two were together?"

"She walked out when he was four months old. She wanted to put him up for adoption, I didn't. Eventually it was a choice between my wife and my son. I chose Blaine. The divorce was finalized a few months later."

"You've been caring for Blaine alone for over 16 years, then?"

"Yes."

"That's got to be tough. All the stigma of a single parent, with half the social programs afforded to single mothers."

"It was worth it."

"I'm sure it was. I have boys myself. I imagine you took him to church with you growing up?"

"Yes."

"Taught him football, played catch with him?"

"… Yes."

"So, you're a big, Catholic guy who gives up your whole life to take care of your only son. And then you find out that he's gay. That's got to be a blow to the ego."

"This is what you've been driving at? No, I don't have a problem with my son's sexuality."

"Are you familiar with a place called Surridge Farms?"

"… I don't believe this."

"Answer the question, Mr. Anderson."

"Yes, I'm familiar."

"Good, then you can answer this next question. What service does Surridge Farms provide, Mr. Anderson?"

"… I …. It's a, uh… It's a reorientation camp for gay and lesbian teenagers."

"It's a straight camp."

"Yes."

"According to their records, Mr. Anderson, Blaine was enrolled in that camp in the summer of 2008. That would be just after he came out, wouldn't it?"

"Blaine was at the camp for a little over a week."

"It was meant to turn him straight."

"I… Yes."

"Surridge Farms was shut down in 2009. Do you know why, Mr. Anderson?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Because their idea of 'reorientation' was exposing the teenagers to pornography, forcing males and females to kiss each other, sometimes even go a little further in order to 'stir their natural desires'. The Surridge Farms case was a hotbed of child abuse. So why was Blaine there, Mr. Anderson?"

"… I was afraid. We both were. A few boys from Blaine's school had beaten him up at a school dance, for going out with another boy. One of Blaine's teachers suggested looking into these camps… I didn't understand homosexuality. April's parents told me it was the result of Blaine not having a good maternal influence, that it would ruin his life if I didn't do something to help him overcome it. Blaine was miserable; he told me he didn't want to be gay anymore. I found this camp, where they claimed that they could help him; that they could make him just like everybody else. There would be no more bruises from boys shoving him in the halls, there would be no more coming home crying every day, no more phone calls at midnight telling me that my baby boy was in the hospital because some kids beat him until he couldn't stand. So, yes, I enrolled him in a reorientation camp. And then he called home a week later, crying because his first kiss was with a thirteen year old lesbian girl named Santana, and I pulled him out. Two days later, I found him in the bathtub with his wrists slit and we transferred him to Dalton, got him with a therapist. I found the right ways to help him. I never wanted to change my son. I only wanted to protect him."

"I really want to believe you, Anderson. I'm a single dad; I know how hard it is to raise boys alone. But you have to look at the evidence. We have a boy with a history of physical and sexual abuse, proof of funds being deposited from your account to Jeremiah Wilson's following the rape of your son, and we have established a history of you paying to have your child molested in order to make him 'normal'. We even have your own confession that you sat by and listened while your son was being raped. I've got to be honest here; in my mind, either you were intentionally screwing up your child's life, or you are the worst father Blaine could possibly have."

"…"

"Mr. Anderson, do you have anything to say?"

"…"