I apologise for the lack of Klaine in this chapter, I promise the next chapter will make up for it ;)
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The darkness of the night closed in over Seattle as Cooper Anderson gazed out of the window. He stood in a grand study of a man he hadn't met, but had come thousands of miles to meet.
He had received a message early that morning that this man had information about his brother's whereabouts along with instructions to fly into Seattle at once and speak with him.
There had been no other way to contact this man and the secretive way the message had been delivered had intrigued Cooper.
He had his reservations about this meeting, sure, but all that he had learnt from his brother's second disappearance had told him that anyone who was willing to give information definitely wasn't involved in the kidnapping.
He had endured over thirty six years of grief and torment over his missing brother and after having Blaine back for only a few days he found himself back in the same position.
Snakes of rain wriggled down the tall windows as Cooper watched the cityscape spread out beneath the window his mind whirring with everything that had happened over the last four months.
From the moment he had returned to their table in the cafe and found his father sitting there alone he knew something had been wrong. His father had told him Blaine had felt overwhelmed by their meeting and had left. Cooper had had no reason to doubt him, Blaine had been acting a little strangely, but he had immediately felt unsettled.
During the thirty six years of Blaine's disappearance Cooper had never once suspected that their father had any involvement in it. Despite their differences he knew their father loved Blaine, he would never do anything to hurt him.
But after that day, after seeing the look of guilt that his father was trying so hard to mask, Cooper wasn't so sure he hadn't been involved, even if it was only in some small way.
Barbed forks of lightning filled the sky, great flashes that made the shadows in the half dark study jump around as if they had lives of their own. In the flashes of light Cooper caught sight of Burt Hummel's troubled expression.
He had gotten to know the man quite well in the last four months, the sudden disappearance of their loved ones at the same time bringing them into each other's lives. He knew Burt loved his son and the pain of losing him and not knowing what had happened to him was etched deeply in his features.
Cooper rested his head against the cool pane of the rain soaked window and thought back to the evening four months before when he had learned his little brother had disappeared once again.
XxXxX
After seeing his parents back to the hotel they were staying in while in America Cooper went to speak to Blaine, to find out why he had left the cafe in such a hurry, to find out what had upset him. But when he reached the address Kurt had given him when they first met he found the front door to Blaine's apartment had been knocked off its hinges.
Nothing in the apartment seemed to be missing but it was quite obvious that Blaine hadn't been staying there the last couple of nights.
He went to the record store, catching the two owners just as it was closing. They told him that they hadn't seen Blaine since Cooper had come to speak to him earlier in the day, but they gave him Kurt's address, sure that he would be there.
When he reached Kurt Hummel's apartment he found the door unlocked and after no one responded to his knocking he let himself in. The apartment was quiet and empty, but something felt off to Cooper. He searched the rooms, looking for some sign that Blaine might have been there recently.
It was only after he looked in the second bedroom that he found anything.
He noticed the phone Blaine had been given lying on the ruffled sheets on the bed, next to another phone and a wallet. They belonged to Kurt. They had definitely been there.
Cooper was left unsettled, no one Kurt's age would go out without their phone these days, his own son was about Kurt's age and it never left his hand.
He was about to leave, deliberating whether to write a note asking Blaine to call him, figuring they might just be out for a walk, when something on the bed caught his eye.
It was a rag of cloth, nothing to conspicuous but enough so to catch Cooper's attention. He lifted it up from where it was half concealed by an out of place pillow. Before he even brought it near his face he could smell the chemicals emitting from it.
He recognized the smell of chloroform; he prided himself on being a method actor after all, and dropped the rag in shock.
His heart had begun to pound in his chest as he realised what was going on. Someone had taken his brother – again.
XxXxXx
Burt shifted slightly in his chair, the movement pulling Cooper from his thoughts and back to the man sitting stiffly in the chair, waiting for their mysterious host to arrive.
It wasn't just his brother who was taken, Kurt obviously had been too. Cooper just couldn't figure out why. Kurt obviously couldn't be involved in the whole matter, it all started out before he was even born.
But maybe Kurt had discovered something? Maybe by being so close to Blaine the people behind all of this had decided Kurt was now involved and that he needed to be taken too.
Cooper had contacted the police straight away of course; they had called Burt who had immediately caught the next flight out to New York. Burt had only just landed in Ohio after leaving New York.
The police were concerned and they did their job but they were never going to get very far. Cooper and Burt took it upon themselves to find out what had happened to Kurt and Blaine.
'Do you think this man knows about what was on the memory card?' Cooper asked, not really expecting much of an answer. Burt hadn't been in a talkative mood during the whole journey, clearly becoming frustrated with the amount of dead ends they kept running in to.
'I think the only people who knew what was on that card are missing or dead.' Burt replied, not taking his eyes off of the mahogany table in front of him, as though if he stared at it long enough it would reveal the whereabouts of his missing son.
Cooper walked away from the tall windows and turned to the large oak bookshelves lining the room. Most of the books were medicine journals, of significant cases that set precendts and made medical history, or biographies of noted people in the medical profession.
The books, along with the grandeur of the home they were in, indicated to Cooper that the man they were meeting was very high up in his profession. He hoped that it meant he was in a position to help them.
They had been sitting in the study for half an hour already with no indication of when they would be seen, or who had requested them.
'Do you wish they had never met?' Cooper asked the question he had been wondering for the last four months. He had refrained from asking it, it bore no relevance to finding the boys and Burt had always seemed so emotionally involved in the search that he hadn't the heart to bring it up. But in the last month Burt had seemed to withdraw into himself, treating the search in a much more methodical way.
Cooper hoped it didn't mean the man was losing hope.
Burt smiled, although it didn't reach his eyes, and turned to Cooper.
'Kurt's always been special; unfortunately it means trouble usually finds him. That's why I don't think I was that surprised to learn he had falling for someone who had been frozen for thirty six years. But he's smart too; I think if he knew beforehand how big this was he would have stayed away.'
Fallen for...
So Cooper hadn't been imagining those looks passed between the two in the park. He had always wondered about his brother, he'd never seemed to have an enthusiasm for girls. The realisation was bittersweet. Cooper had spent a lot of time in California around actors, singers and dancers so sexuality didn't mean a lot to him. He just wanted his brother to be happy. The thought that he could have been happy – no could be happy, Cooper tried to remind himself – was like a punch in the guts given the current situation.
'If he saw what was on that memory stick then I'd say he had a pretty good idea of how big this all is.' Cooper said.
XxXxXxXx
As soon as he got back to New York, Burt told Cooper about the 'robbery' the pair had been caught up in before they went missing. He was furious with himself, insisting that he knew it was more than a robbery, that he should have stayed and taken better care of his son, as if this whole situation was his fault.
The police didn't agree with him though, insisting that the robbery was probably just a robbery they got caught up in and as they didn't have any paperwork about the robbery they couldn't investigate that route.
So Cooper and Burt investigated it themselves. It wasn't too hard to get in to the Motta's apartment - no one was going to ask *the* Cooper Anderson whether the apartment he had been locked out of was actually his own, the locksmith had let him right in and the alarm was still broken seeing as the family was still on vacation.
The pair searched the apartment for anything suspicious but apart from a fallen railing outside that Cooper didn't want to think too much about they didn't find anything.
Not until Burt sat down on the couch, disturbing one of the decorative cushions. The movement caused a small object to fall onto the plush carpet at his feet.
Burt picked up the memory stick and they quickly found a computer. Together they searched through the files that Wes had compiled and the story began to fit together. In particular, it became clear they could not trust the police and they would have to investigate themselves. Especially since, when they went looking the next day, the one person who they thought could help, the one who had compiled the notes had vanished from the hospital he was being treated in.
XxXxXxXx
The door opened and an older man walked in to the room, nodding at both Cooper and Burt before taking a seat at the ornate desk.
'What has happened to my son?' Burt demanded immediately. Cooper had learned quickly that Burt Hummel wouldn't prevaricate when his son's wellbeing was involved.
'I am sure he is quite safe for the time being Mr. Hummel, your brother too Mr. Anderson.' The man said, settling himself in his chair, not the least bit perturbed by Burt's abruptness.
'Who are you?' Cooper asked, taking the other chair in front of the man's desk.
'My name is Dr. Montgomery.' He answered, clasping his hands together in front of his and looking at the two men solemnly.
'And how are you involved in all of this? What information do you have?' Burt asked.
'My son was in charge of the lab where Blaine was found, Kurt worked directly with him. Wes is a good doctor and a good person, he did what he could to try and help these people, but I don't think he understood the situation. When he began to receive threats he should have come straight to me, I know a lot of people in a lot of places and I could have dealt with this, but he was scared.'
Dr. Montgomery paused for a moment, glancing back at the door he had just walked through.
'My son was very badly injured as a result of finding out these things. He woke briefly enough to explain everything to us and we decided to move him from the hospital immediately, for his own safety.'
'And not let anyone know you had taken him?' Burt interrupted.
'No, he's my son, I didn't need to let anyone else know where he was, that would only invite more danger to him, especially after what happened to your boys. I knew I could take better care of him here and he's been recovering well.'
'So why are you only just contacting us now?' Cooper asked.
'My son is damaged. He won't ever be able to use his hands in medicine again and his brain was very badly damaged too. He will not have future in medicine anymore.' He said sadly. 'Wes has always been very promising, he had a bright future in front of him and that's been snatched away from him. I want these people to be brought to account for what they have done.'
'And you didn't think to come forward sooner?' Burt asked angrily. 'My son is missing and-'
'Mr Hummel if I had acquired the information that I have now any earlier then I would have come to you earlier but it has only just come to light.' Dr. Montgomery said firmly. 'Wes's mind is healing well but it isn't always entirely there. If it were I think he would have remembered sooner and been able to help. As it is this information came about from a throwaway comment he muttered whilst half asleep.'
'Go on.' Cooper prompted.
'I believe they had a plan for when the lab was taken over, to move the people to another lab, it just wasn't executed in time and then they ran in to problems accessing the place where the people were hidden. Wes mentioned something about someone coming in to remove some equipment and that he wanted me to look over the details and make sure it was all legitimate.
I have been following up on this information and I think I have discovered where they were planning to move the people to.'
Cooper and Burt sat stiffly in their chairs, hardly daring to move, to hope that they might be closer to finding Kurt and Blaine.
'Gentlemen, I think I know where your boys are.'
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