It was Sunday, December twenty-eighth. It was exactly half way between Christmas and New Year's Day and exactly the day that Kurt and Blaine decided they would tell Burt about the pregnancy. As had become customary, they would go over to the house for dinner at six. It had been a flurry of seeing family and friends the past few days so Kurt and Blaine took some time to themselves – alone in Blaine's hotel room - before going over to see Burt and Carole.

"Okay so what names do you like?" Blaine asked Kurt as they sat on the couch together with herbal tea.

"Well you know about Elizabeth," Kurt said with a smile.

"Of course."

"But I also really like Phoebe."

"Oh, that's really cute," Blaine grinned and thought how adorable it would be to have a little girl.

"Mhmm. But I can't decide on any boy names."

"How about Jaxon," Blaine suggested. "When I saw it I really liked it."

"Jaxon Anderson," Kurt mused. "That has a nice ring to it actually."

"Wait," Blaine said as he adjusted himself on the couch to face his boyfriend. "You want the baby to have my last name?"

Kurt blinked. "I-is that bad?"

"No. No, Kurt it's just that I assumed you'd want him or her to be a Hummel."

"The baby won't need to be named Hummel to be a Hummel, Blaine. I mean, I would love it but I want to honour you," he said with a gentle poke to Blaine's nose.

"God, Kurt – honour me? You honour me every single day with your love. I want the last name to be Hummel. I feel more like a Hummel than an Anderson anyway," Blaine's voice trailed off and he lowered his gaze at the surprise confession.

Kurt noticed the flick of sadness in his eyes. "Honey," he rubbed Blaine's arm lovingly, "have you spoken with your father since you and I have been together?"

"I've tried but he hasn't returned my calls."

"Maybe you should go visit him," Kurt said gently, knowing it was a touchy subject.

"Are you kidding? Do you think I want to leave the love of my life and baby for even a second to go visit someone who doesn't even return my calls?"

"He's your father, Blaine."

"Burt Hummel and Simon Fabray have acted more like fathers to me than my own dad. I'm not going. And our child will be a Hummel," Blaine said sternly – more sternly than he had intended. He then stood up suddenly and stormed into the kitchen.

Kurt let Blaine cool off for about five minutes then took their mugs and wandered into the kitchen to find his boyfriend leaning over the counter breathing heavily. Blaine was furious, Kurt could see that. He put his hand between Blaine's shoulder blades and soothed gently. "Honey, talk to me."

"I'm upset."

"I know. Want to tell me why?"

"Because I yelled at you. I'm so sorry Kurt," Blaine said, turning.

"Oh sweetheart, I think it's more than that."

"No, Kurt," Blaine moved closer to his boyfriend. "I hate that the topic of my dad made me yell at the person I love the most. He haunts my life, Kurt. I'm thirty eight years old and I'm still trying to reach out to him and still need his approval and he … he … doesn't give a crap about me or what happens in my life."

Blaine had begun to ramble as the tears he was trying so hard to stifle slipped down his cheeks. "All he cares about is money and that bimbo he has for a trophy wife. I'm nothing to him Kurt but yet I keep trying and keep hoping – well, fuck that," Blaine paced across the small kitchen before turning back to face Kurt. "I have freely given him a lot of things including chance after chance to reach out to me and to love me but I will not give him the satisfaction of having an Anderson grandchild." Blaine tried to take a breath but he was full on sobbing now.

Kurt's chest ached with heart break for his boyfriend. Blaine rarely mentioned his dad and now he was spewing out everything that he was feeling – resentment, hurt, longing to belong, anger, and sadness.

"Hey, come here." Kurt pulled Blaine into his embrace and placed a soft kiss behind his ear, whispering, "I'm so sorry you have to go through this honey. I guess you have some thinking to do and figure out if you want to fix your relationship with him and if so – how that can happen." Kurt leaned his forehead to Blaine's hoping that it would help calm him. "There are two things I know for sure though – you will always have a family in me and our child. We will never abandon you. That is a promise. And whatever you decide to do about your dad and the Anderson name I will support fully." Kurt then kissed his boyfriend's curls and rubbed his back.

"What have I done," Blaine hiccupped, "to deserve you?"

"Shhh," Kurt cooed. "You simply love me and I love you."

"I'm not ready to deal with my dad yet but knowing that I can talk to you about it makes me feel so much better."

"I'm glad sweetheart. That's what I'm here for."

"But I am still one hundred percent sure," Blaine added, "that I want our child's last name to be Hummel."

"Okay, then Hummel it will be," Kurt agreed, "Phoebe Elizabeth Hummel or Jaxon Blaine Hummel."

"Wait, Blaine?" Blaine asked with a laugh.

"Yes. It's my way of honouring you. If we should have a son I want him to have his Daddy's name. Please?"

"God, I love you so much," Blaine hugged Kurt so very close to him.

"I love you too. Now," Kurt drew Blaine away at arm's length so that he could look into his eyes. "Let's figure out what we're going to tell my dad tomorrow."

Blaine paled and took a deep breath. "Okay, but I'm going to need some wine for this conversation. No tea on earth is strong enough."

Kurt laughed. "And I'm going to need a snack. Do you have any oranges and peanut butter? I'm having a wicked craving."

xxxxxxx

The weather had turned exceptionally cold and the visibility was wretched with the blowing snow but Blaine drove slowly and carefully and when they finally arrived at Kurt's house later that evening they were both feeling better. After their discussion they were more relaxed, hopeful, and even confident that Burt would understand and everything would be okay. After spending Christmas with the Hummels Blaine truly felt like part of the family which he thought would bode well in how Burt would react to the news.

They decided that they would tell Burt after dinner. They had also agreed that they needed an ally so Kurt would talk to Carole before hand to tell her the news. Kurt knew she would keep their secret and although she may be concerned she would fully support them – that was just Carole's way. And if anyone knew how to calm Burt Hummel down it was Carole. The plan was seemingly fool proof – or so they thought.

While Blaine hung up his and Kurt's coats and dealt with all the toques, scarves, and gloves, Kurt wandered into the kitchen, picking up an orange and peeling it as he greeted Carole with a kiss on her cheek.

"Hi Honey, how are you?" She beamed at him.

"I'm fine, Carole. Can I help with anything?"

"Oh, thank you but I think I've got everything under control. The pork roast is in the oven and the salad is ready for dressing," she said as she watched Kurt devour the orange. "You're going to ruin your dinner."

"Nah," Kurt said. "I'm starving. I'll be able to eat my dinner and then some."

"You've been eating more than usual," she said, knowingly.

Kurt threw the peels in the garbage and took Carole's hand. "Can I talk with you? In private?"

"Sure, honey. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just … I need your help. Can we go to my room?"

She nodded then they made their way up the stairs, Carole smiling at Burt and Kurt gazing into Blaine as they passed the two men - who were having a discussion about the latest sports highlights in the living room. Once they were both seated on the bed Kurt took a breath and turned to her. "Carole, I … I really love Blaine," he started.

"I know, honey," she said wondering if she should put him out of his misery and tell him that she already knew or if she should just give him this moment. She decided to remain silent and instead took his hand to give him some sort of courage.

He squeezed her hand in return. "And because I love him so much I can't risk every losing him. He's the one, Carole."

She nodded in understanding. Despite Kurt's young age, they all knew that Blaine was the one for him – even Burt knew it.

"Which is why I need you to help me diffuse my dad tonight when I tell him that … that I'm pregnant."

Even though Carole knew about the pregnancy, her eyes still widened in surprise when Kurt spoke the words. It was no longer a mere feeling or a theory. It was true. It was real. Her seventeen year old step-son was pregnant with a thirty eight year old man's child. Burt was going to completely lose it – she knew this. But the look in her son's eyes was something she'd never seen in him before. Beyond the fear, he was undoubtedly happy and proud. Even though part of her was concerned for the situation, how could she not be happy for him?

"I have to be honest, honey," she said. "I suspected it."

Kurt's eyes widened. "You knew?"

"Yes. I'm a mother. I'm a nurse. It became obvious to me. I mean you are eating your weight in food for goodness sake," she said with mirth in her eyes.

"Do you think dad knows?" Kurt's eyes became owlish.

"He's clueless," she soothed.

Kurt paused for a moment, taking in a few breaths because all of a sudden this was too real. Too … dangerous.

"Are you happy about it? The pregnancy, I mean," Carole asked.

Kurt looked at her with his swirling blue eyes and a smile that Carole hadn't seen in him probably ever. "We are so incredibly happy, Carole. I can't even describe our joy."

She smiled. "That is all that matters. You and Blaine love each other and will figure out how to raise this child together. I know that your dad will be concerned about you graduating high school and then college so you should anticipate an answer for that."

"I know. I have so much in my head, Carole. He's going to be angry I know but hopefully I can convince him that we've thought this out and everything is going to be okay. I just need you to help me calm him down."

"I will do my best."

"Thank you, Carole. You are a life saver."

"You are my son, Kurt. I simply want you to be happy," she paused as a little grin appeared on her face, "and, I can't wait to be a grandmother," she winked. "How far along are you? Have you seen a doctor?"

A little bit of Kurt's stress melted as he gave Carole a hug. "Thank you," he breathed. "And yes, Blaine took me to a specialist in Columbus. I'm eleven weeks along," Kurt beamed. "Almost three months. Oh my God, Carole, we got to hear the heartbeat. It was so beautiful."

"Oh, what a special moment that must've been for the two of you."

"Blaine bawled."

Carole ducked her head to look into Kurt's eyes. "And you didn't?"

"Like a baby," he laughed.

xxxxxxx

Dinner was of course delicious. Carole really was a star in the kitchen. Rachel and Finn had just finished washing the dishes and then quickly excused themselves to go over to the Berrys for dessert. Apparently it was Rachel's dads' anniversary and they wanted to celebrate, so soon the house was left to Kurt, Blaine, Carole, and Burt.

Burt was in the kitchen fixing coffee for everyone (except Kurt, which Burt though was so weird but just let it go) while Kurt and Blaine were in the living room sitting together. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It's going to be fine. Carole will help us."

"I hope you're right," Blaine said, his face showing every bit of worry that was in his heart.

"I love you," Kurt said softly, trying to get Blaine out of his thoughts.

Blaine smiled, "I love you too. Let's just get this over with."

"Here we go," Burt's voice boomed. "One ridiculous herbal tea for Kurt and three delicious coffees for the rest of us," he said as he set the tray down and plopped down in his favourite chair.

"Thank you," Blaine said softly and took his coffee, although he didn't take a sip – his stomach was far too upset at the moment.

"Dad," Kurt started. "We need to talk to you."

Burt's eyebrow lifted at Kurt's bluntness. "O-okay. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, fine," Kurt said. "We just umm have something we want to tell you." Kurt picked up his tea because really he just needed something to do with his hands aside from crushing Blaine's fingers.

"If you boys have gotten married, I know a good lawyer who can help get it annulled," he said rather proudly of the joke he just made.

Kurt and Blaine (and Carole) weren't laughing.

"Wait," Burt stopped stirring his coffee and looked up at Kurt. "You boys did not get married for real, did you?"

"No," Blaine sputtered out. "No. We're not married."

"Dad," Kurt sat forward on the edge of the couch leaning in closer. "We are really grateful that you have accepted our relationship and that you have granted me the freedom to date Blaine. I have never been happier in my life…"

"Just spit it out kid," Burt said in a tone that was suddenly all business.

Kurt knew that tone well and it made his stomach rise into his throat. "Dad … I … we, ummm…"

Blaine squeezed his hand and when Kurt turned to him with tears in his eyes Blaine knew that he was going to have to do it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, silently praying that Burt would not completely fly off the handle. "Burt," he said, "Kurt is … we are … pregnant."

If it was possible for oxygen to be sucked out of an entire room, it happened in the Hummels' living room at that moment. Kurt and Blaine couldn't really breathe as they watched Burt's expression – or lack thereof. Burt sat as still as a statue, seemingly not blinking or even breathing. To Kurt and Blaine, an eternity passed before them as they simply waited with clutched hands and the feeling of their stomachs rising into their throats. Kurt truly felt like he would throw up.

"Pardon me?" Burt croaked out as he adjusted his ball cap.

Kurt and Blaine remained silent because they knew that Burt had heard Blaine loud and clear – he just needed for the words to register.

But Burt clearly needed for them to repeat it. "I said," Burt spoke slowly and in a dangerously low tone, "pardon me?"

"Dad, I'm pregnant," Kurt spit out the words.

Burt turned to Blaine, his green eyes transforming into steel grey right before Blaine's own hazel ones. "You gave me your word," Burt hissed.

Blaine's stomach dropped from his throat down to his belly. He put his hands up gently and spoke in a controlled tone although inside his emotions were going haywire. "I kn-know, Burt. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any disrespect. I just love him so…"

"Get out," Burt's voice sounded murderous as he cut Blaine off.

"Dad, no," Kurt protested which made Burt stand up suddenly. He silenced his son with one hand and glared back down at Blaine. "I SAID, GET OUT OF MY HOUSE."

"Burt," Carole stood up as well.

Burt turned to face her. "Carole, I love you but now is not the time. You do not want to take their side."

Carole had never seen her husband act this way. She knew it was in fear and in desperation more than anger – all Burt had ever wanted was for Kurt to be safe and happy. Although Kurt was irrevocably happy, being pregnant at seventeen did not give Burt the image of his son being safe. Carole understood where he was coming from but she had promised Kurt; she needed to diffuse her husband, although she wasn't sure she'd be able to. Burt was dangerously livid.

He turned to Blaine once again and saw that he and his son were huddled together with tears streaming down their cheeks. "If I have to repeat myself again, Blaine, I'm going to do so to the police."

"Oh God, Dad," Kurt stood up. "Dad, this is ridiculous. Please can you just listen to…"

"GET OUT," Burt screamed at Blaine. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. YOU ARE NOT TO TALK TO OR SEE MY SON AGAIN."

"Burt, please," Blaine pleaded as he stood up and started moving towards the door unwillingly. "I will do anything you want just don't make me leave Kurt a-and my child."

"HE IS SEVENTEEN BLAINE. HE IS A CHILD HIMSELF. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM? HOW CAN YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT KNOWING THAT YOU'VE RUINED HIS FUTURE?"

"Dad…"

"KURT, NOT NOW," Burt raged.

"Burt…"

"CAROLE, I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU. STAY OUT OF IT."

"I WILL NOT STAY OUT OF IT," Carol screamed, which made all three males in the room stop and stare at her. She stood beside Kurt and got herself under control before speaking to her husband. "This is not like you, Burt. Look at your son. He is crying hysterically. All you're doing is making everything worse. Let's sit down and talk about it like adults."

"He is not an adult," Burt hissed. "There are three adults here, one of which took it upon himself to impregnate a child."

Blaine was crying as he stood at the door with his coat on. "Please Burt, it wasn't like that. I love Kurt."

Those three words infuriated Burt even more. He moved quickly towards Blaine until he was an inch away from his face, Blaine flinching but somehow standing his ground. "Let me make myself perfectly clear if I haven't so far. Get the hell out of my house. Don't ever come back. Don't contact my son. If you so much as breathe in his direction I will call the police and press charges. You're a lawyer. You know full well what will happen to you if I press statutory rape charges."

"Please…" Blaine sobbed.

"OUT."

"K-Kurt…" Blaine reached out for his boyfriend.

"GET OUT." Burt opened the door letting in a rush of cold December air. He simply stood and waited for Blaine to leave.

"I l-l-love you, K-Kurt." Blaine choked out in a weak and pathetic voice which made Kurt run to him and beg him not to leave.

"Kurt, let the man leave," Burt said.

"I won't. If he leaves, I leave. I'm going with him," Kurt cried.

Burt actually laughed. "Try it kiddo. I'm sure Blaine would love to deal with kidnapping charges above the statutory rape ones."

"STOP DOING THIS," Kurt yelled. His face was red and wet with tears. "PLEASE DAD, I LOVE HIM AND..." Kurt couldn't finish his sentence as the emotion was just too much. He began to hyperventilate.

"Kurt," Blaine said and moved to his boyfriend but Burt stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"You're upsetting my son. Leave or I call the cops. Right now," Burt dug his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone.

Blaine's sobs grew louder as he walked backwards through the door onto the front porch and was swiftly met with the slamming of the door.

"NO," Kurt screeched as he tried to heave in breath. Carole was at his side trying to calm him down.

"Breathe, honey. You need to breathe for yourself and for the baby."

The baby.

Right.

The baby which was growing in his womb, the baby that he was going to have to raise alone because his father had just kicked out his boyfriend. Fear infiltrated Kurt's heart. Rage filled his mind as he turned to his dad. "Call the police if you must but that will only make me and Blaine run away. AND I WILL NEVER COME BACK." He surged through the door, not even bothering to put on a coat and slammed it behind him, running after Blaine.

Burt of course went to follow but Carole threw herself in front of the door. "Let him go. Let him say his goodbyes at least, Burt. Blaine will never let him leave this house. Blaine knows this is the safest place for Kurt and for the child. He'll talk him back but Burt please … just please give them five minutes to say goodbye."

Burt mused for a moment and Carole saw him break. Something in his eyes shifted as he swallowed a sob. "Five minutes," he spat out then stormed off into the bathroom and slammed the door.

xxxxxxx

Kurt didn't have to run far because Blaine was sitting on the first step of his porch wailing. When he heard the door open he turned to find his distraught boyfriend standing there crying so hard that it actually made Blaine stop his own sobs. He stood and faced Kurt, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I r-ruined everything. Please Kurt…"

"I'm coming with you," Kurt interrupted. "You didn't ruin anything. I love you and want to be with you. Let's go."

Kurt's words hit Blaine like a slap in the face. He wanted to run away with Kurt so badly but he knew that was not possible. Aside from the legal repercussions, Blaine knew the safest place for his boyfriend and baby were in his own home, in his own bed, with his family – at least for the time being.

"No," he said simply.

"W-what?"

"Kurt, you have to stay here," Blaine cried. "As much as I want to spend every second with you, you have to remain here while I figure this out."

Kurt broke.

His knees buckled and if it weren't for Blaine catching him he would have hit the porch landing with a hard thud.

"Honey, listen to me," Blaine stood Kurt up again and placed both of his hands on Kurt's cheeks, noticing how cold he was and seeing for the first time that Kurt didn't have a coat on. Kurt trembled, his teeth chattering, his tears freezing on his cheeks as he tried to breathe between sobs. Blaine took off his coat and wrapped it around Kurt, returning his hands to Kurt's cheeks because he desperately needed for Kurt to listen … to understand … to promise.

"My gorgeous boy," Blaine said in that soft tone that Kurt always loved. Kurt's eyes flickered and locked with Blaine's gaze. Blaine knew that he had him. "I need you to promise me three things, okay?" Blaine added. "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

Kurt's face was red and messy with tears and mucus. He wasn't able to speak, his mouth only emitting painful moans and stuttering sobs - but when he saw Blaine's gaze he nodded.

"First, promise me that you'll stay here – with your dad…"

"No," Kurt whined.

"Yes, my sweetheart. I want to take you away but we both know that would end very badly for the three of us. The safest thing for us and for your health and the baby's health is for you to stay here. Promise me you'll stay and finish school."

Kurt couldn't promise. Promising would mean that he was letting Blaine go and he couldn't do that. He just couldn't.

"Kurt."

"I…I can't."

"You must. For me. Do it for me, my sweet boy. Please."

That seemed to do it. Kurt would do anything for Blaine. "O-okay," Kurt sobbed out. "I promise. But y-you have to c-come … back for m-me."

"I will fight hell itself to come back for you. I swear it," Blaine started crying again. But he surged on knowing that it was just a matter of time before Burt burst through the door. "The second thing, Kurt, promise me that you'll take care of yourself. I know you're going to be sad but you need to get out of bed every morning, go to school, eat properly, and sleep well, okay? You need to take care of our baby and go to the doctor for checkups and if you're feeling sick."

Kurt nodded, "I p-promise."

"Good. Now the last thing," Blaine bit his lip, stifling everything he was holding inside for Kurt's sake. "Promise me that you'll trust me. Please, sweetheart, don't you dare give up on me."

"N-never," Kurt managed to get out.

"I'm going to figure out a way, Kurt. It might take a little while but I will. I'm not letting you go. I'm not giving up on us. Okay?"

"I promise," Kurt said. "But B-Blaine please… I don't want you to go." He started crying harder, almost violently. His body trembled from the cold but also from the intense emotion he was feeling. Letting Blaine go was the hardest thing he would ever do in his life. Blaine's arms wrapped around him, he knew it would be the last time he'd hold his boy for a long time. Not forever – never forever because Blaine was going to do everything in his power to return to Kurt's arms. "The day I turn eighteen I'm coming to you, Blaine. He can't stop me then," Kurt added adamantly.

"Let's cross that bridge when we come to it. I'm hoping we'll be reunited long before then." Blaine said.

"I love you," Kurt cried out. "I love you Blaine Anderson."

"God," Blaine squeezed Kurt hard, "I love you too. Don't you forget it, you hear me?"

"I could never."

Just then the door opened again and Kurt and Blaine jumped apart. Carole stood in the doorway with tears in her eyes. "I've stalled him for as long as I can. I'd say you have thirty more seconds before he comes out here," she said quietly then shut the door, giving them their final moments.

Kurt began to lose control again. He leaned hard against Blaine and wailed into his neck. "No, no, no, please," he begged.

Blaine slid his fingers into Kurt's hair and held him so tightly against his body. "Remember the promises, Kurt. I'll come back for you the second I find out how." Blaine then slid down to his knees and pressed his face into Kurt's tiny bump. "I love you," he said, then stood up and with one hand on Kurt's wet cheek and one heated regard he leaned in and gave Kurt a kiss filled with love and promise - then was gone.

xxxxxxx

Burt stepped out onto the porch just in time to catch his son before he fell. He helped him into the house, his body shaking violently still wrapped in Blaine's coat, his chest heaving in sobs, and his eyes showing pain, fear … hatred. "Kiddo," Burt's voice tried to rouse his son into the present, now going into comfort mode. His son had been through a lot and it was time to start the healing process.

Kurt used what little strength he had left to stand up tall, wrapping Blaine's coat tighter around him, protectively. He looked up into his dad's face – it was the same face he remembered seeing when the man had told him that his mother had died. His expression was filled with unabashed sadness, hurt, and pity but this time Kurt didn't buy it. What he was feeling in that moment actually scared him because ever since he was eight years old his dad had been his hero – but not anymore. Hero's don't rip you in two. Hero's don't take away the most precious thing in your life.

"I … Despise … You …" Kurt hissed. "And I will NEVER forgive you for this."

He trudged up the steps, his head drowning in sorrow, his heart yearning for his boyfriend – leaving a shocked and crumbling Burt in his wake. For the first time in a long time Kurt felt lost – without direction – without purpose. He entered his room, a place that had been his haven for his entire life now somehow felt – strange. It all came on suddenly. Kurt ran to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet vomiting up all his anguish. When he was finished he sat down on the floor and leaned back against the tub, his head dizzy, his chest heaved sobs again. He was able to slide his hand over his tummy, remembering the promises he had made to Blaine, before his body fell to the side and hit the floor with a thud and everything went black.

xxxxxxx

The hardest thing Blaine had ever done in his life was leave his pregnant boyfriend shaking and sobbing in the cold - but if he hadn't left in that moment he would have changed his mind and surely he and Kurt would now be runaways with the police after them. He had to leave – it was for their own good. For Kurt's own good. For his child's own good.

Telling himself this didn't make it any less painful. Blaine's chest felt like it had physically been torn open and his heart ripped out of it. He tried to remain calm as he drove – to nowhere in particular. He simply drove, having to get away from the Hummels, but soon he pulled over as his eyes wouldn't let him see clearly anymore. Blaine was breaking. He had held it together as best he could to pry those promises out of Kurt – the promises that he knew were so hard for Kurt to vow to him but they were necessary. It was the only way they would survive this. He knew it would be extremely easy for Kurt to fall into a depression and abandon his school, his health (and therefore the baby's), and maybe even their relationship – the promises they made were a lifeline and Blaine prayed to a God he didn't even believe in that Kurt would keep those promises.

There, on the side of the road, Blaine leaned his head against the steering wheel and simply wailed. His desperate voice echoed loudly within the walls of his car, fogging up the windows until nothing from the outside world could be seen, his high-pitched sobs scaring even himself. He'd never heard himself cry so hard.

After a while, his wails turned back into sobs and eventually soft hiccups. He needed to get himself under control. He promised Kurt that he would find a way. He had to fix this. He had to protect himself from any charges that Burt could possibly throw his way because going to jail would surely put a damper on things beyond Blaine's fixing.

Blaine did the only thing he knew how to do. He needed a defense lawyer. He knew a few, of course, but there was only one who had a track record as impressive as his own – not Harvey, not his father – as they were both prosecutors.

Blaine dialed the number. Once the other end answered Blaine spoke, his voice still shaky and weak. "It's me, B-Blaine. I know you don't want to hear from me but I need you. I'm in trouble and you're the only one who can help me. Please," he begged.

The silence was deafening from the other end of the line. Then after what seemed like minutes, a hopeful and tender voice filtered through the line, "I've been waiting for your call, sweetheart. I'll do anything to help. What do you need?"

"Jon," Blaine breathed. "I'm coming home."