Summary: Two years ago Kurt's boyfriend was kidnapped and supposedly murdered. Two years ago Blaine was ripped away and brainwashed into believing his captor loved him. It's two years later and they've been reunited, but it's not everything they imagined it would be.

Warning: Non-explicit mentions of non-con. Some violence as well. Also mentions of suicidal thoughts (past mentions).

A/N: Sorry no Klaine reunion quite yet but I promise there is one in the next chapter and it's very emotional. I'm also really sorry if this chapter isn't edited as well as some of the previous ones. I've been going through some stuff so I haven't had as much time to go through it as before. Pretty much I need the Glee hiatus to be over because honestly when times are tough the show is how I escape real life for a little while. That or I'm just homesick.

By the way I know in real life that there's probably little to no way that a detective would let a family member of the victim observe taking witness statements in the field, but bear with me. I'm taking a few liberties with this story for the sake of the plot.

Chapter 21: Jean-Pierre LaMontone

"Detective Wong?" Joey stepped up to the detective's desk, "I was hoping I could have a word with you."

"Joey," the detective nodded at him quietly, "I was wondering when you'd show up. I assume you want to take a look at your brother's statement."

"It'd be easier on him than making him rehash it all again, so yes," Joey took in a deep breath. "I know it's not going to be easy, but I need to know."

"I made a copy of the file. I figured you'd want everything on his assailant as well," the detective picked up a folder and passed it over. "You can use my partner's desk if you like. She's out with a flu bug and her desk is empty for the time being." He motioned to the desk across from his. "I warn you- some of the things in there are going to be hard to read. They were hard for me to hear and he's not my little brother."

"I can handle it," Joey sank into the woman's desk, taking in for a moment a photo of a pretty brunette woman with two little boys with the same eyes but sandy hair. Carefully his fingers flicked open the file and he found the name.

Jean-Pierre LaMontone was a registered sex offender. His eyes flickered to the date of the man's release and his stomach was immediately sickened. The man had been released a mere month before Blaine's kidnapping.

How had his superiors in the local police force not put two and two together? His eyes looked a little closer at the file. Jean-Pierre had been released from a prison in Cleveland, but that was no excuse, not in his books- not when it was his brother who'd suffered.

The man had been in prison for eight years after serving his full sentence for aggravated rape and sodomy charges against a female college student. He'd done this before- minus the kidnapping- and still somehow they hadn't pieced together that the missing boy in Lima might have been taken by this man. They were probably too focussed on the fact the previous victim had been female while his brother was male.

Two different genders and suddenly the police had assumed there were two different attackers. If it hadn't been his brother he might have understood. The way each crime was committed was so different, but it was his brother and suddenly the mistake was unforgiveable.

Being caught was probably what drove Pierre to kidnap Blaine in the first place. It was a preventative measure so he wouldn't get caught again. A victim in captivity couldn't report a rape any more than a dead one could.

He swiped at his face angrily, pretending that no wetness had found the backs of his hands when he did.

Jean-Pierre LaMontone had a little brother too. There was a listing for a man named Marc LaMontone who had a couple of petty arrests for larceny and dropped charge for peeking into the girl's locker room at William McKinley High School. Despite the dropped the charges the man had still lost his job, thank God.

He fought back the urge to vomit when he saw the picture. He'd arrested that man himself for the peeping Tom charge. He even remembered the odd way the man smirked at him when he'd hauled the janitor from the school a year before.

He pressed a hand tight to his mouth. He'd assumed at the time that the man had peeked at his sister and had to shove him off to another officer before he was tempted to punch him in the face. It hadn't been about Brianna. It never had been.

Marc LaMontone had known about Blaine; had known and smirked at him.

He picked up the phone at the desk and dialled the number to his own precinct. "This is Officer Joseph Anderson speaking," he choked into the phone, "I need someone to go pick up Marc LaMontone for questioning for an accessory to kidnapping charge. I need him held until I get back there. Can you do that?"

"Joe, it's Camilla," he heard the familiar officer say back to him. "I can get Officer Blackler to pick him up, but I need to know what this is about."

"I have reason to believe he had something to do with my brother's kidnapping two years ago. I know I can't be the one to question him, but I need to be in the viewing room and you need the information in the file here in New York." Joey spoke the words quickly, biting down on his lower lip. "His brother kidnapped mine and it's a little too convenient that he worked at a school my brother was known to spend time at."

"Joey you know we can only hold him for so long without having enough evidence to actually lay charges-"

"Then put him under surveillance. Do something. His brother's dead and my wife and son are still in Lima, Camilla. If he decides to take some kind of revenge-"

"I'm on it Joe," she told him quietly. "I'll see you in a few days."

"Okay," he hung up the phone and sighed; ignoring the odd look Detective Wong was giving him and turned back to the file, specifically his brother's statement.

I was walking home from work. I missed the bus and couldn't find a ride. His eyes misted again. His brother hadn't mentioned at all that he, Joey, had been the one who'd refused to give him a ride home. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and read on about how a man, someone other than Jean-Pierre, had accosted him in an alleyway and threatened him with a gun.

He forced himself to read on about how Blaine had been forced to watch Jean-Pierre murder the man named Cal who'd wanted to let him go- who hadn't known Jean-Pierre's real intentions. He couldn't make himself feel bad for Cal's death even if he'd tried to help Blaine. That man had put his brother in that situation- had abducted him and basically handed him over to the man that would rape him.

Then there was the escape attempt- how his brother had bravely run from the house still bound only to be dragged back in. He couldn't fight the tears that slid down his face as he read the dreaded details about how Jean-Pierre had grabbed his brother by the ankles, kicked and beat him up before flipping him over and raping him for the first time. Instead they fell freely down his face.

God, his little brother- he'd only been sixteen.

He read on, taking in the words on the page; the second rape, the phone calls, realizing Pierre –as his brother referred to him- was planning on keeping him and how his brother had for a moment thought it was worse than death.

He read about the almost daily rapes, the conditioning, the way the man had constantly told Blaine he was unloved and unwanted and about the murder of the woman named Claire; how Blaine was terrified that Pierre might have raped her before he woke up because her clothes had been rumpled.

He read until he reached the part where Blaine finally snapped and realized Pierre had lied to him and shot him- shot him to protect Kurt, because he knew Kurt was the one who really loved him.

Raising a hand he wiped his face and reached for one of the Kleenex's that were on the woman's desk and used it to dry his eyes.

"You alright there Joe?" Detective Wong asked him in a gentle voice. "I know that must have been a tough read."

"I underestimated him," Joey breathed out hoarsely. "I never knew he was so tough. I-I don't know how he did all that- survived all that. God- my brother-"

"I'm about to go question LaMontone's neighbours in the building where we found your brother," the detective changed the subject in a soft voice. "If you promise not to yell at them and let me ask all the questions I'll let you come observe. My partner's not here so I'm going to need backup in any case."

Joey nodded his head. He'd gotten a text telling him the rest of his family was currently shopping for a few things for his brother and that Blaine wanted some time with Kurt, so he had nowhere else to be. Plus if he thought about it he did want to see what those neighbours had to say for themselves. Why on Earth hadn't they called the cops considering how in Blaine's statement he'd written that he'd called out in pain on several occasions? "Thank you. I would very much like to observe."

Blaine wasn't supposed to be alone. He had the guard at his door although he wasn't sure why since Pierre was supposed to be dead, but otherwise he was alone. His mother- she'd told him that Kurt would only be a few minutes; that he just had to fill out a little paperwork for his release from the hospital. Then she'd left to meet up with his dad and sister.

He didn't like this- being alone with his thoughts in the private room.

When the uniformed guard entered his room Blaine looked at him in confusion, shrinking in the hospital bed. "Wh-what's going on?"

"Now that Jean-Pierre LaMontone has been declared dead there are some precautions that we have to take," the police officer spoke and Blaine frowned shakily. That didn't make any sense. If Pierre was dead didn't that mean he didn't need a guard anymore?

The man was removing a set of handcuffs from his belt, "Sorry kid," he didn't sound sorry, "but until the shooting is cleared…" the man shrugged his shoulders at him.

He flinched backward, pulling his arm away when the officer grabbed his wrist and pulled it towards the railing of the hospital bed, squeezing over the still swollen bruises. "Please you're hurting me-"

"Yeah well you killed a man kid, so suck it up," a metal shackle was snapped around his wrist before the other end snapped around the bed's railing.

"Please," he tugged desperately at the binding as suddenly he could see Pierre standing at the end of his bed instead of the guard. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry-"

The man didn't speak; instead he just smirked, coming closer to the bed.

"No, no, please. Pierre, I'm sorry-"

Pierre just kept coming closer and he had nowhere to go; no escape. He was trapped by the metal encircling his wrist and he pulled at it hard, hoping that by some fluke of fate that the handcuffs would give way.

Blaine sobbed desperately in the hospital bed. The guard watching him just stared for a moment, before walking back to his post by the door. The kid had to be crazy- he was talking to a dead man in an empty room after all.

He probably needed to be restrained, he thought to himself with one more backward glance. There was no point letting the kid wander around the hospital, especially if he was capable of killing.

The first neighbour that opened the door was a fifty-ish year old man with a small bulging beer belly poking out from underneath his t-shirt. The man scratched his bald head as he took in the two officers, "I was wondering when you'd get to me. I heard the little faggot across the hall finally snapped-"

"I'd watch your language Sir," Detective Wong spoke up, his hand flexing to hold Joey back when he gave a little jerk as if to hit the pale overweight man in front of him. "However, yes we are here to speak to you about the shooting that took place here yesterday. What can you tell us about your neighbours?"

"Can't tell you much about the younger one," the man shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't see him around much. Heard him though- all the time; always whining and screaming about something."

"Mister…" Wong started, leaving room for the man to fill in his name.

"Gravure," the man supplied easily.

"Did you ever think to call the police?" Wong asked, a little in awe at how well Joey was holding himself together during the course of the questioning.

"Well no. I didn't want to get involved," the man gave off a loud yawn. "I figure if the guy was beating his boyfriend it wasn't any of my business. It was more of a nuisance than anything. I can't say I'm sad they won't be living across the way anymore."

"So every day for two years you heard a man in his thirties beat on and sexually abuse a kid and didn't do anything to stop it?" Joey spoke up, his voice dangerously low.

"I didn't know he was a kid," the man looked a little chagrined. "I only saw him a couple of times and from a distance. I thought he was like twenty or something." There was a pause, "Still the kid should have known better than to get involved with an older man- or a man at all. If he found a nice girl he wouldn't have had to worry about-"

"That kid didn't get involved with an older man," Joey snapped, ignoring the pointed looks Wong was shooting his way. "He was a kidnapping victim and you allowed that man to beat and rape him for two years because of your ignorance-"

The man gave him a blank look, staring for a long moment. "Geez- damn- I didn't know. You can't blame me for not knowing. I thought they were just some angry gay men. If I had known I would have called you guys for sure. Damn- poor kid. I just thought he was gay- you know-"

"So a gay kid would deserve it?" Joey asked, his voice growing ever darker.

"Anderson-" Wong placed a hand on his arm, "remember our agreement."

"Screw it," Joey's fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. He turned back to the man standing in the doorway. "You let an innocent teen be raped for years because you thought because he's gay he deserves it- is that it? Is that why you let some goddamn pedophile abuse a kid for two years? You're one screwed up piece of shit-"

"Look Officer I'm sorry about the kid-" the man started to stutter a little in response to his anger.

"Because of you he suffered two years longer than he had to!" Joey growled, taking a step forward, but letting Wong's outreaching arm stop him.

"I-I'm sorry officer. I didn't know. I just thought they were fighting. I don't know anything about those kinds of relationships. I figured it was just an angry couple and that the kid could give as good as he got- I didn't realize," the man shook his head. "I'm sure- the kid will be alright. He's young right? He's got tons of time to recover and settle down with a nice, understanding girl-"

"I'll need you to come down to the station later to give your statement," Wong cut into the conversation, seeing clearly the way Joey's eyes were filling with rage. "Thank you for your co-operation Mr. Gravure. I'll be in touch."

A hand was on Joey's arm and yanking him down the hall as the man shut his door. "You have to get a handle on yourself. We had a deal Joey. You're out of your jurisdiction, so if I decide you need to go back to the hospital or should sit out at the station- I can do that. Calm down and you can stay, but another outburst like that and we're going to have a problem."

"I'm fine. I can be calm," Joey spoke after a long moment of forcing down his anger.

"Remember, these are witnesses."

"I know," he sighed out some of the anger. "Let's just get on with this." He moved over to the door that stood just down the hall from the apartment his brother was found in. Whoever lived here would have shared a wall with the apartment Blaine was kept in.

If the neighbour across the hall had heard yelling, then it was obvious that the next door neighbour would have too. He wondered what their excuse was.

When Wong knocked at the door a tired looking young woman answered the door, a babe in her arms that looked like she was maybe a year old, maybe a little older. "Hello, I'm Detective Wong, NYPD. This is my associate Officer Anderson. Could we ask you a few questions about your next door neighbour?"

The woman's lips pressed together and she opened the door a little wider. "I- of course. Come on in." She motioned them both inside and gestured to a worn looking couch that sat in the living room. "Make yourselves at home- can I get you anything?"

"We're fine," Wong answered for the both of them.

"I'm Lydia Collier," she introduced herself, shuffling the little girl in her arms; "This is my daughter Amber." She sank herself down in the armchair across the couch, "What- what would you like to know?"

"We need to know about your neighbour-"

Her face tightened, "I expect you mean Pierre and not Meredith." Her hand gently brushed her daughter's dirty blond hair behind her little ears. "He- well I'm glad he's dead, if that helps you at all. Good on that kid for finally doing the world a favour-"

"Mrs. Collier-"

"It's Miss Collier," she corrected, her voice bitter. "I'm a single mother." She bounced Amber a little, "Pierre- he was Amber's biological father. First thing when he moved in I thought I'd do the neighbourly thing and introduce myself. He pulled a gun on me and made me take him into my bedroom and well- you can guess what happened after that. He told me if I reported it- reported anything he'd come back and kill me."

Wong was scribbling the information down in a little notebook and Joey took the chance to speak, "I'm very sorry that happened, Miss Collier. However- we have to ask you if you know anything about my- the other tenant living in that apartment."

"I wouldn't have called him a tenant," her face coloured and she lowered her eyes. "Officer Anderson I shared a wall with those two. There's no way that kid was anything other than a prisoner. I- I kept wishing I could do something- but despite her father I love my daughter and Pierre made it clear to me that in no uncertain terms he'd be willing to kill me and my little girl if I even thought about reporting anything I overheard from his apartment."

"Miss Collier," Wong's voice was soft. "I understand that must have been a very difficult situation you found yourself in-"

"Really, because you can't understand how much I hate myself Detective," her face was set even more tightly. "Every day I made myself wonder what that poor boy's mother was going through and how if it was my little girl I'd hate anyone who didn't do whatever it took to make her safe again but I just stood by and let it all happen."

"They thought he was dead-" Joey spoke up quietly.

"I'm sorry?" The woman looked over at him.

"His family thought he was dead," Joey elaborated in a quiet voice.

"Oh," she held the young toddler a little tighter. "I overheard some conversations between them- at least I heard Pierre yelling at the boy and I heard the boy begging to be allowed to go home. Sometimes I would write things down in a notebook- in case- in case I ever got the courage to go the police or the boy escaped for some extra proof. I- I recorded some of the conversations too."

"Would you mind letting us have those?" Wong asked.

"Oh uh, sure," she smiled weakly, getting up and moving the coffee table right next to the couch. She set down the toddler on her feet and dug through the drawer before pulling out a notebook and a voice recorder. Carefully she opened the recorder and slipped out a small SD card before handing it and the notebook to the detective. "I figured it was the least I could do."

"Well you certainly could have done more," the murmur was under his breath, but the woman still heard him.

"Officer Anderson do you have a child?" She asked, picking up her daughter again and settling the silent little girl on her hip, her eyes finding his wedding ring.

"I have a young son, five months old. His name is Blaine," Joey spoke tightly. "I understand where you're coming from Miss Collier. You'd do anything for your child. I understand the feeling, but I still can't ignore that another child had to suffer two years of sexual abuse because of the lack of action taken by the people in this building."

Miss Collier frowned, "The boy- the one from next door. His name's Blaine too-"

"Yes," Joey cut her off shortly. "I named my son after the brother I thought was dead- the same boy that you let be raped for two years."

"I'm sorry, but I was scared for my baby-"

"Miss Collier you'll have to excuse my colleague," Wong spoke up in a pointed voice, sending a look at Joey. "He's a bit emotional about his brother's ordeal. Obviously we understand that you were under great duress during this time considering what you went through and your fear for your child. Under the circumstances, providing us with the evidence we need to clear the shooting is more than we'd expected." There was a pause, "Did you hear any of the conversations that preceded the shooting?"

"Oh I heard all of it," she nodded her head, sniffling a little bit. "Pierre was about to kill Blaine's friend- I think they called him Kurt or Kirk- and Blaine snapped. He just wanted that man to leave them alone, but by the sounds of it Pierre didn't think Blaine was capable of stopping him and was about to break the other boy's neck- at least that what he threatened to do. That's when I heard the shot."

"He snapped-"

"Out of whatever delusion Pierre had forced on him," the woman clarified in a quiet voice. "Every time I saw that poor kid he looked so defeated but he'd have this weird devotion in his eyes, at least he did during the past several months." She shook her head sadly and took in a soft breath as her eyes focussed on Joey, "I'm not sad Pierre's dead. I've felt like I've been living in a prison these past two years. I know it doesn't compare to what your brother went through, but that's how it felt. I couldn't move because he threatened to find and kill me if I did. I couldn't tell anyone. I had to go about my life like everything was normal even though I knew I was living next door to a psychopath and his victim. I know you think I could and should have done something more and maybe looking back on it I could have, but I felt helpless and trapped; like there was nothing I could do. I was his victim too."

He stared at the woman for a long moment. "I'm sorry for what you went through," he said in a slow voice, "Th-thank you for the evidence to clear my brother once and for all. I don't think they were ever going to charge him with anything, but this just makes sure everyone knows that he did what he had to. I guess that's something."

Her face twitched into an uncomfortable frown, before she asked in a thick voice, "They did tests for STDs, right?"

"Pardon me?"

"Well it's just," she averted her eyes to the floor for a moment as her face coloured slightly before rising them up to meet his, "make sure they do."

"Miss Collier-"

"It's- he gave me chlamydia."

A/N: So now some light has been shed on why the neighbours didn't call the cops, at least partially and Blaine will be cleared thanks to the evidence Lydia gave to Joey and Detective Wong!

Does anyone remember in the first chapter where I said this wouldn't be a very long story? Apparently I was wrong. This story has really taken off beyond what I expected, mostly because I can't just leave Blaine in the state he's in now. That would just be mean.

Anyways, please leave me a review.