Sorry, I was rereading this to catch myself up and I noticed that I made Nathaniel's last name 'Carter' in this when it was supposed to be Gustin. So I'm just re-uploading this chapter with that minor change :) Nathaniel's last name is now Gustin, like it was supposed to be ^_^

WARNING: THERE ARE MENTIONS OF VIOLENT CRIMES IN THIS CHAPTER. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER FOR ANYONE, PLEASE STOP READING!

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You know, for a while there, I thought Blaine had a black hole where his heart should be and a peanut where his brain should be.

And then this happened. And suddenly, Blaine wasn't a violent, egotistic, cruel, slutty monster. He was a PERSON.

And that's how karatekid1018 died. The End.

JK, I'm still alive. Or...AM I A ZOMBIE? O.O

All I have to say to that is ^_^ So much love :)

I predict that this chapter will take me awhile to write…I've never had to write a creepy psychopathic father before…

YOU MUST ALL THANK MY BESTIE FOR THE HELP SHE GAVE ME WITH THIS CHAPTER! And you know how to thank her?...GO READ HER STORY.

"Hi, Dad."

Kurt sat frozen in his chair, his hold on Blaine's hand so tight he was probably cutting off the other boy's circulation. But Blaine wasn't protesting-if anything, he was gripping back just as tight.

The prisoner was Blaine's father…Kurt had not been expecting that. In all honesty, he hadn't known what to expect. He had been confused from the moment Blaine had brought them here…but he had gone with it, hoping to finally learn the secret Blaine tried his hardest to keep hidden. He had even started to think that Blaine was just showing him who he thought he would become…until he had seen that all the guards seemed to recognize him.

And now Kurt knew why.

"Kurt?"

Kurt was brought back to earth at the sound of Blaine's voice. He turned to the other boy and saw the tight set to his jaw, the hard look in his eyes, the tension practically oozing out of him. Their hands were still clasped, so Kurt rubbed his thumb along the back of Blaine's hand, causing him to nearly jump out of his chair. Clearing his threat, Blaine gestured towards…his father.

"Kurt…This is my father, Nathaniel Gustin."

Nathaniel gave Kurt a chilling smile. "Kurt…It's very nice to meet you." With some difficulty, he crossed his arms and leaned towards Kurt. "You know, you remind me of someone."

"O-Oh?" Kurt stuttered, not knowing what the socially acceptable answer in this situation was. His hand was starting to hurt, so he gently pulled it out of Blaine's tight grip and clasped his hands on the table.

"Yes. You remind me of my Irena." Nathaniel's smile widened. "So beautiful…" He started reaching towards Kurt's hands.

Kurt's eyes widened, fighting the urge to yank his hands away. No good would come out of insulting a criminal-especially when he didn't know what Nathaniel had done to wind himself in here. Blaine, on the other hand, had no such worries.

Blaine slapped his hand over the chain connecting Nathaniel's cuffs, stopping their progress. He glared at his father, hatred burning in his eyes. Nathaniel stared right back, slightly surprised, but also…proud? He sat back against his chair, an amused look on his face.

"Relax, Blainers, I was only-"

"Don't fucking touch him," Blaine snapped, breathing heavily. Kurt's eyes widened further. "Don't touch him, don't look at him, don't even think about him."

Nathaniel and Blaine stared at each other…but their expressions couldn't have been more different. Nathaniel was smiling at Blaine, a soft look in his eyes that didn't hide the twisted mind behind them. Blaine on the other hand…oh, if looks could kill, there wouldn't be anything left of Nathaniel but a prison jumpsuit and a pair of handcuffs. Something flickered in Nathaniel's eyes, the softness hardening.

"Why do you hate me so much, Blaine?" he asked. When Blaine stayed silent, he sighed. Rubbing a hand over his face, he added, "Will you at least tell me why you're early?"

"I wanted Kurt to meet you," Blaine said, sitting back in his chair and placing a hand on Kurt's knee that made him start. "He wants to know who I am. And who better to tell him than the one person who makes a habit of telling me every time I see them?"

"I see…" Leaning forward, Nathaniel clasped his hands, his attention on Kurt. "To understand my son, Kurt, you would have to understand me. He and I are so much alike, you know."

Blaine's hand tightened on Kurt's knee, but this time Kurt just placed his own hand over Blaine's. He kept his eyes on Nathaniel, trying his best not to shudder at the unbridled eagerness in the man's twisted expression. There was something unhinged about his look, and Kurt found himself wanting nothing more than to take Blaine and run far away where this man would never bother him again.

"O-Oh?" Kurt's vocabulary seemed to be very limited today.

Nathaniel chuckled, and this time Kurt did shiver. If he hadn't been reminded of Jack Torrance before, he would have been now. "Tell me, Kurt…how does Blaine act in school? Is he moody? Depressed? Keeps to himself?"

Kurt gave Blaine a sideways look, but the shorter boy was glaring at a spot on the table. He could tell that his teeth were clenched, and his free hand was clenched into a fist. Kurt looked up at Christine, who was giving Blaine a sympathetic look. Sighing, Kurt turned back to Nathaniel.

"Yes, he is. But you don't seem to be any of those things." That last sentence had slipped from his mouth without his permission, and he felt his cheeks burn red.

"Blushing suits you," Nathaniel murmured, and Blaine snapped his head up, his glare ten times worse. Kurt rubbed soothing circles in the back of Blaine's hand…even if he was feeling just a little creeped out.

"No, I'm not," Nathaniel continued. "Not anymore at least. No, they gave me 'special medicine' for that. Apparently I'm dangerous without it." The smile on his face was perfectly pleasant, sending chills down Kurt's spine.

"O-Oh…"

"Did you know that I used to hit Blaine and his mother?" Nathaniel asked casually. "I used to leave bruises on their pretty little faces."

Kurt's jaw dropped. A strangled noise escaped from his mouth, and he barely noticed the death grip Blaine had his knee in. If what Nathaniel had said was true…then the way Blaine acted (angry, closed off, angsty) was starting to make sense. He almost felt bad about pushing Blaine to reveal such a personal secret.

"How…how could you do that to someone you're supposed to love?" Kurt whispered. Blaine's hand slid from his knee, crossing his arms and staring at a spot on the wall above Nathaniel's head. His own walls seemed to strengthen as he recoiled away from Kurt.

Nathaniel laughed. "I love Blaine, and I loved Irena. Very much."

"Then why-"

"They were mine," Nathaniel said, all traces of laughter and amusement gone. "They were mine, and the world had to know that. So I marked them," he added as easily as if he had been discussing the weather.

Kurt's slowly increasing vocabulary turned back around. "O-Oh."

Next to him, Blaine gave a harsh laugh. "But you made sure to let us know that you loved us, didn't you, Dad?" he hissed. "Every time you hit us, or kicked us…or belted us."

Kurt reached out a hand to place on Blaine's shoulder, but the other boy jerked away. The panicked look was back in Blaine's eyes as he pushed his chair further away from Kurt's. But Kurt had already learned Blaine's secret…unless there was more. His eyes widened as a thought occurred to him, connections circuiting in his brain. He slowly turned back to Nathaniel, dread settling in his stomach.

The words felt thick as Kurt asked, "Where…where's Irena?"

"Oh, Kurt," Nathaniel murmured, surprising Kurt by placing a hand over his own. "Do you really have to ask that?"

Kurt nearly fell over as his chair was kicked roughly to the side, his hand slipping from under Nathaniel's. Blaine was on his feet, his own chair knocked over; he slapped his hands down on the table in front of his father so he could lean down, his face inches away from the other man's. Blaine's eyes were colder than Kurt had ever seen them, and the slightly unhinged look in them scared Kurt more than anything Nathaniel had said or done.

"I thought I told you not to fucking touch him," he said dangerously. Nathaniel look unfazed as Blaine moved closer. "Do it again, and you will regret it."

Christine moved around the table to try and move Blaine back, but he shrugged her off. So, instead, she picked up Blaine's chair and asked for him to sit down. He ignored her, until she threatened to end the visit. Reluctantly, Blaine moved away from his father, sitting back down next to Kurt. Christine returned to standing behind Nathaniel, who was beaming at his son.

"Shame on you, Blaine, you just interrupted what was going to be an exceptional story," Nathaniel scolded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't you want Kurt to know what happened to your mother-my dear, sweet Irena? Don't you want to know, Blainers?"

Blaine made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat. "I know what happened!" he shouted, causing Kurt to jump. "You fucking killed her! You took the life of someone you loved."

Kurt's eyes widened. It was one thing suspecting it…but it was an entirely different thing to have it confirmed. Blaine was shaking, his hands clenched into fists. His eyes blazed with anger and pain, and Kurt wanted nothing more than to pull the other boy into his arms and comfort him in every way that he could. Looking back at Nathaniel, Kurt's hand burned where he had touched it…the hands of a killer.

Nathaniel's eyes darkened. "It was her own fault, Blainers," he whispered coldly. "She asked for it. Practically begged."

"What are you talking about?" Blaine snarled.

"She was disobedient. Her bruises were starting to fade…so I had to freshen them up." Nathaniel's eyes frosted over. "But she thought it would be okay to hit me back."

Kurt could picture it-a woman tired of taking abuse from her husband, tired of watching him hit their son. The protective instincts finally full to the brim, spilling over at the worst possible time. Lashing out to protect her and her family, unaware of the consequences it would bring.

"Well, I couldn't have her thinking that it was okay to just disrespect me like that…so I had to punish her." Nathaniel was staring right at Kurt as he talked, his eyes seemingly taking him in. A soft smile pulled up his lips, and he propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin in his hands.

"You know what I did, Kurt?" he purred. Kurt's eyes widened, causing Nathaniel to chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll tell you, sweetheart."

"Don't call him that," Blaine snapped through gritted teeth. But Nathaniel ignored his son, his attention completely on Kurt.

"Irena tried to run from me when she realized what she had done," Nathaniel said gleefully. "I thought it was funny…her thinking she could escape. I grabbed her before she had taken more than two steps. She never had a chance," he added in a whisper.

"She fought against me, but I was much stronger than her. I shoved her against the counter, pushing her down so it was harder for her to struggle. She whimpered in pain, but it was her own fault. She needed to know that I wasn't going to stand for such behavior."

Kurt repressed a shudder as he listened to Nathaniel tell his story. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end, and there were goosebumps along his arms. But Blaine…he just had a blank look on his face as he took in the words coming from his father's mouth. He sat, unflinching, unmoving…hidden behind the walls that kept out the pain.

"The knife block was right next to me," Nathaniel continued. "Wasn't that lucky? But I couldn't just pick any knife…it had to be perfect. The first one I grabbed was much too short-it would barely cause any damage. The second's blade was too smooth…it would slide in too easy. But the third one…it was the one. It was ridged, so she would be able to feel the pain. It wasn't too long, wasn't too short. It was perfect.

"Irena…she always had such soft skin…like yours." Nathaniel smiled at Kurt, who winced before he could hide it. "The knife slid in almost too easy…it required only a little force. I stabbed her exactly six times, all in her chest. The entire time, though, I made sure to tell her that I loved her. Because I did-Irena was the love of my life. She just made a mistake…"

There was a tightening in Kurt's chest that was making it hard for him to breathe. This man…he had killed Blaine's mother…and he didn't even seem to regret it. How could he have said he loved Irena? A person doesn't do what Nathaniel did to the 'love of their life'. Kurt's heart went out to Blaine, not for the first time that day. Just as Kurt opened his mouth, he was cut off.

"Okay, your hour is up," Christine said. Her voice was strong, but it was softer than before.

Blaine immediately shot to his feet, pulling Kurt up with him. Nathaniel stood up much slower, his eyes never leaving Kurt's. His smile was still soft, and he almost seemed to be looking at Kurt with adoration.

"You really do remind me of my beautiful Irena, Kurt," he said. "And it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope I'll see you again."

Kurt started a little when Blaine curled an arm around his waist protectively. "Don't count on it," Blaine said, his voice hard.

Nathaniel's smile only widened. "I'll see you on Saturday, Blainers. I love you."

And with that, Nathaniel was escorted out of the room. Kurt hadn't realized how tense he had been until the door shut behind the criminal. His body sagged, and he would have collapsed if Blaine's arm hadn't been around him. But Blaine held him up and helped him out of the room. They were silent as they walked to the parking garage, but as Blaine went to straddle his motorcycle, Kurt gently grabbed his wrist.

"Blaine?" he said softly.

Blaine turned back around, and Kurt nearly gasped at the amount of pain in the other boy's eyes. There had never been as much as Kurt was seeing now. Blaine's hazel eyes usually looked black from how cold and angry they always were…but now Kurt could see the shades of brown and green brought out by the glassy look, could see the tears Blaine wouldn't let fall.

"Blaine," he said again. "I'm so sorry."

Blaine flinched, and Kurt moved closer, sliding the hand on Blaine's wrist down to lace their fingers together. Blaine shuddered violently before falling forward into Kurt, burying his face in his neck, and letting the sobs burst out. Kurt only let the shock take him for a second before wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine and pulling him close to his body. Kurt didn't offer any comforting words-nothing he said could make things better-he just threaded his fingers through Blaine's hair and stroked it soothingly, letting Blaine clutch tightly at his shirt and cry into his shoulder.

Kurt didn't know how long they stayed like that, but after a little while Blaine pulled away and rubbed his eyes. There were still tears on his cheeks, so Kurt raised his hands to brush them away gently with his thumbs. Before he could move his hands, though, Blaine placed his own hands over Kurt's. Kurt widened his eyes as Blaine brought Kurt's hands to his mouth and pressed soft kisses over them.

"He shouldn't have touched you," Blaine murmured. "He doesn't deserve to. You're everything that's good in the world, Kurt, and I don't want him to defile that."

Kurt blushed. Blaine was acting sweet again, just like when he had fought Karofsky off of him. The fluttery feeling in his stomach was back, more intense than before. Any thoughts of Liam he had been thinking instantly vanished as he gazed back at the gorgeous boy in front of him.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Blaine," he whispered, not wanting to break the moment. "I know how hard it must have been for you. And…God, Blaine, I'm so sorry about your mom!"

Now Kurt was tearing up, but he didn't let himself cry. He was trying to make Blaine feel better, and him crying would ruin it. But Blaine must have sensed it, for he pulled Kurt into a hug. Kurt let him hug him for a few moments before pulling back. He had something to tell Blaine that would hopefully help Blaine…even if it was just a little bit.

"Blaine…I…My mom died when I was eight," he said, not meeting Blaine's gaze. "I-I know it's not the same…but I know what it's like to lose a parent." This time he did look up, and he was relieved to see that some of the sadness had left Blaine's expression. "You…you don't have to be alone. If you ever want to talk…I'm here."

Blaine was silent for a long time. So long, that Kurt started to worry that he had somehow overstepped some boundary. Blaine's walls were back up, but they didn't look as strong as before. Finally, Blaine's head jerked in what Kurt assumed was some sort of nod.

Kurt sighed in relief. "Okay. We-oh no!"

Blaine looked startled. "What?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"You had a detention to serve!"

Blaine burst out laughing, and Kurt thrilled at the joyous sound. Still chuckling to himself, Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, swinging them a little between them.

"I love how you remember something like that at a place like this." Kurt blushed, causing Blaine to grin. He pulled Kurt towards him, causing Kurt to nearly stumble into his chest. Brushing a strand of hair off of Kurt's forehead, Blaine whispered, "Let's go home, pretty boy."

Guess what guys! I even got to be in character a few hours before I wrote this! We had this Improv thing at my school and I was a prisoner named Roxy! It was so freaking amazing!

Did anyone guess that Blaine's dad had killed his mom? I want to know if you did!

Just another thank you to my biffle and my bestie with this chapter! Love all around!

Oh…just so you all know…I took a class called "Cannibals and other Creeps" this semester, and I learned how the mind of a psychopath works…which is how I am able to write Nathaniel the way he is…unless I failed miserably…

All in all: O_O is what I have to say. This chapter took me soooo long to write, courtesy of Blaine's dad. It was harder than I thought to write a crazy person!

Review and let me know how I did!