Thank all your fellow readers who PM'sd, reviewed and otehrwise begged for this update after 24 hrs instead of the minimum 48.

WARNINGS: This chapter gets DARK, if you are easily triggered, proceed with caution. But there is some fun mixed in as well, of course.

Probably going to be wrapping this up in another 3 chapters or so, she's rolling to the finish line quickly

As always: Be GLAD we don't own Glee or any of the characters involved, after this chapter I know I am.

"Tell me," Burt said again.

John looked into the man's eyes, seeing nothing but compassion and understanding.

He decided to go with his instincts about this man and as Blaine continued to lead the giant would-be rapist around the fighting area while releasing his rage against a safer alternate target, John began to speak softly.

"My best friend in senior year in High School was also my cousin, Gregory. He was everything I wanted to be. Tall, popular, smart. He was my Uncle's only son, and my Grandfather's favourite. But he...he had been keeping a secret. He told me, the first week of senior year. He told me he...he liked..."

Burt prompted him.

"He was gay? And he told you, his best friend, his cousin. What did you do?"

"I kept his secret. I knew that my family would...we were...we are Catholics, very strict. I've had a couple of other cousins, an Aunt...we don't talk about that sort of thing. We never saw them again. But he was my friend...I couldn't...how could he choose to go against his whole family...his church...the will of God just for...I didn't understand then, I still don't."

"Tell me Mr A, when did you decide you liked women?" Puck had of course heard everything, but somehow John was beyond caring.

"What? I ..."

"Tell you what. How bout we get Blaine to agree that he'll stop being gay, if in return, you'll turn gay. So the numbers stay the same on both sides. If you can go and sleep with a man, and by sleep I mean have hot sweaty monkey sex with a dude, and enjoy it, and be willing to spend the rest of your life finding all romantic and sexual needs fulfilled only by men...I bet we could talk Blaine into switching teams too."

The boy was obviously mad.

"What are you...that's impossible. I can't change my...I...I couldn't make myself...I couldn't make that choice even if I wanted to. It's against my...it goes against everything I..."

John felt his mind tearing open as he heard what he was saying.

"What happened with Gregory?" Burt prompted gently.

"He...he started going to bars...those sorts of bars. Drinking, drugs...he was sleeping around. I heard...I heard things. His nickname was...The Twinkie. He was blond you see."

Burt didn't.

"Hostess Twinkies. Yellow, sweet, sponge cakes filled with..." Puck stopped speaking as he felt John tense in his arms.

Burt understood now.

"One night, he was supposed to be over at my place studying, that was what he had told his parents, but he was out drinking and...hooking up with men in the bathrooms. It was just all about sex and gratification. I was supposed to be picking him up from the bar so he could change before school, but he wasn't waiting outside for me, and I...I even went in, but he had left already they said, with a couple of guys. I was frantic...I couldn't call anyone. So I just...I looked for him. One of the guys outside the bar told me to try the park, so I..."

Both Burt and Puck could feel the tension in John's voice and body as he tried to recall the details of that night without any of the emotions.

It wasn't happening.

"I found him in the ladies bathroom, under the bandstand. He was...he...there was so much blood, and he was hurt. He...his pants were gone. He wasn't breathing. I called 911 and then I started CPR. When the paramedics came he was breathing again, but he was...there was so much blood, and I think they...you could smell it all over him, urine and...worse."

Burt's face was cold and pained now.

"He woke up in hospital three days later. By then his parents knew...everything. The whole school knew everything. I was...my family were furious with me for keeping it a secret, and the kids at school were...so I transferred to Dalton, to avoid the...ironic isn't it."

John laughed sardonically as he made the comparison between himself and his son.

"Greg was...Grandfather never saw him again. His father and mother paid for the treatments but he wasn't welcomed at home anymore. They found him an apartment to live in, and gave him an allowance but he...he wound up selling himself on the streets for drug money and he...this was in the eighties you see, he...he got sick...he got...they called it 'gay cancer' back then...I had to get tested too, because of the CPR...I had to get tested twice because..."

John was crying silently.

"I never saw him again...until...I had to go see him, he was in a charity hospice. He was alone...he...none of the family would...so I sneaked out of classes and went to find him. But when I got there he had died that morning. The nun who ran the ward let me see him...he was so thin. Like those pictures from the Holocaust. Bones and skin. His hair was gone and he had these huge lesions all over...and I was...I was too late to tell him I was sorry...I was too late to...and then, years later, my own son sits me down and tells me that he thinks he's...oh God, I can't let my boy die, not like that."

Burt was careful.

"You...you understand...not all gay men are the stereotype? Some are, sure, but Blaine, and Kurt, they aren't sleeping around. As far as I know they're both still..."

Puck's face made Burt realise several things.
He changed tack swiftly.

"Just because Blaine has discovered this side of his personality, his makeup, that doesn't mean that he's going to forget all those lessons you and Julia taught him over the years. He's more than who he wants to look at when he's on the beach. With love and support, why would he ever go down the path your friend did?"

John thought about it carefully, and opened his mouth to say something.

.

"What the HELL is going on down here? Blaine! Blaine! You put your shirt back on this instant and you leave that piece of garbage to the cops, they'll be here any minute."

Kurt was staring down every single person in the room, and winning.

The rapist took Blaine's momentary distraction as an opportunity to finally land a solid blow to the back of the boy's head and Blaine fell to his knees, momentarily blacking out, but not actually fainting.

The Rock moved to intercept any more blows, but Kurt got there first.

"You inebriated piece of red-necked SHIT!"

Kurt lashed out with his infamous right leg and kicked the man in the face from a standing start.

The man reeled back, his entire left cheekbone split and bleeding.

As Kurt lowered his leg he stepped back onto it and lashed out with his left leg, this time aiming for the man's ample, but well muscled stomach.

"This one is for Brittany."

The man reeled back even faster and bounced back after colliding with the wall.

"And this one is for hitting the man I love..."

Kurt waited until the man was upon him and doubled a fist into his solar plexus.

The man double over, his breathing disrupted.

"...when he wasn't looking."

Kurt drove a teeth breaking right uppercut into the man's face as it lay so conveniently close to him as the man stood doubled over in pain.

"And you better not have bled on my shoes. These are custom made Gucci you loser."

With one last contemptuous doubled fist Kurt drove his hands into the back of the man's head, and the giant bully crumpled senseless to the floor.

The police arrived.

"Ok, nobody move. What's going on here?" The cop in charge was young and his uniform seemed awfully new. His partner looked even less sure of herself.

John Anderson managed to break away from Puck before the boy could stop him.

"Officer, I'm John Anderson, Mr Kurt Hummel's attorney. I believe the Congressman's son was just protecting his boyfriend, my son, from an unprovoked attack by this man...who is currently lying unconscious on the floor..."

John paused for a mere second.

"...I'm not sure what happened, but it would appear that the man pursued my son from the dressing room, where he had been changing, and Blaine came in here to try to avoid him. You can see he hasn't even had a chance to finish putting on his shirt, thankyou Secretary Powell, Blaine, put this on please. Yes...I believe you will find that the man Kurt was defending himself and his loved one against will need to be taken in for questioning with regard to an attempted rape which is I believe the reason you were called here in the first place. Have I left anything out Justice Thompson? Senator Warner? Ms...?"

"Call me Gaga honey, and no, that's what I saw as I got here too."

The officers made a list of the witnesses and attached it to their report.

(Back at the station, the Desk Sergeant would find no cause to investigate the matter further, especially once the apparent 'victim's' criminal history came to light.)

"Dad?" Blaine was still a little woozy, but he was being looked after by an extremely attentive Kurt.

"Go be with Kurt. Come find me later. I believe you still have dessert to serve and some more speeches to bore us all with. Hopefully some more singing too? I'll be upstairs talking to your mother. Congressman Hummel, please excuse me, I'll see you upstairs soon I trust."

"Call me Burt."