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'I thought it would be best for us to talk out here, away from the children.'

'I want my son!' Susanne snapped, going around him but stopping when he gently put his hands on her shoulders and held her in the same spot.

'Please Susanne, no more. Can't you see he's had enough?'

Susanne looked up at her ex husband with a frown that seemed to be permanently plastered on her face. She shrugged his hands away, folded her arms and said 'I just want my son back Karofsky. I told you I'm not leaving until he comes with me.'

'Why can't you see that it's better for him here?'

'It's not-'

'It is, Susanne. I've seen some major changes in him in just a couple of hours.'

'David is fine with me.' Susanne hissed through gritted teeth, her arms still folded very tightly.

William continued with a calm tone, 'I've spoken to Hannah about him before. She's told me all about what's been going on at home. How different he's become. How aggressive he is, how poor his grades have become-'

'That's just because he's a teenager!' Susanne cried suddenly, her cheeks flushed, clearly offended by his comments. 'Don't you dare get all high and mighty with me Karofsky! Don't you dare blame me for the mistakes those kids have made! You left us! You're the one that ran away! I've done my best and I think, no, I know, I've done a damn good job!'

William looked at Susanne with sympathetic eyes before shaking his head. 'You raised my son to be scared of who he is. Ashamed of himself,' he began, his voice as steady as ever, 'and you raised my other son to be a bigot.'

Susanne was shaking now, her whole face red with anger as she listened to this criticism.

'Hannah has been isolated from you ever since she was a teenager,'

Susanne opened her mouth to speak but he continued,

'You've crushed two of my children Susanne, and you ruined the other.'

'Shut up.'

'You have not done a good job,'

'Shut up.'

'You've failed all three of them.'

Blaine sat down on Kurt's bed as he curled up, resting his head on his pillow and almost falling asleep right then. 'Kurt?'

Kurt moaned and rolled onto his back, staring at his ceiling. 'It's complicated.'

'I'm not going to let you sleep until you tell me.' Blaine teased gently.

Kurt chuckled weakly, shuffling to rest up on his elbows, sighing. Blaine smiled gently at him expectantly. Kurt looked at his friend and rolled his eyes, 'okay fine... what do you want to know?'

'Why don't you start with why you even went to see if him the first place?'

Kurt thought back to the beginning of the day and groaned again, 'god this has been the longest day!'

Blaine remained quiet and patient, a small smile on his face.

'It all started yesterday really...' Kurt reminded himself, 'at school. I confronted him again and we got into an argument and somehow we got onto the topic of his family. I mentioned his dad and he just lost it, went totally berserk.'

'What did he do?' Blaine asked with a concerned but curious voice.

'He just yelled at me and told me not to mention his dad again,' Kurt explained, choosing to miss out the part about the tears, the real reason he had been so interested. 'I got hold of his number from Finn's phone and texted him, and we met up earlier today.'

'Seriously? On your own? Was that the best idea?'

'Maybe not,' Kurt shrugged, 'but I had to speak to him! I was finally going to find out why he's been hassling me all this time!'

Blaine nodded slowly and kept quiet.

'So yeah... one thing leads to another and we have another big blow out. He goes mental and I kinda,' he looked nervously at Blaine and said, 'kicked him in the nads.'

Blaine burst out laughing before quickly covering his mouth, trying to stifle his chuckles. Kurt grinned as well but continued on with his story. He explained how he had gotten a lift to Karofsky's house, spoken to him and had this big revelation with his sister. He said he found out his father was gay, and how he met him and his husband at their home. He explained about George showing up and attacking him and Dave, and he mentioned, with just the smallest of smiles, how Dave had tried to protect him.

Blaine kept quiet, except for some gasps, while Kurt vented his long day. He watched his friends face as he spoke, noticing when he frowned and when he smiled. He was just learning about George's attack when he realised Kurt was definitely not smiling anymore.

'Kurt? What's the matter?'

'I left Blaine,' Kurt replied, his head lowered, his voice wavering a little, 'I just left.'

'Oh Kurt,' Blaine sighed, wrapping his arm around the boys shoulder and squeezing him, 'you had to leave. Everybody knows that. Don't get upset.'

'Dave doesn't know that,' Kurt whimpered, 'he must hate me.'

'Kurt,' Blaine said gently, noting that Kurt no longer referred to him as "Karofsky", 'I'm sure he doesn't hate you.'

Kurt shook his head and wriggled away, wiping his eyes. He reached for his phone and handed it to Blaine, 'ring him. See if he answers. I bet you he won't.'

Blaine frowned at his friend as he held his phone to him. 'Kurt, maybe you should sleep.'

'No,' Kurt shook his head, 'ring him and you'll see. You'll see that he hates me.'

Taking the phone and standing up from the bed, Blaine gently pushed his friend onto his back. 'I will Kurt,' Blaine insisted when Kurt tried to sit up, 'just go to sleep, okay? You'll feel better after you rest.'

Kurt didn't take much convincing; he was out like a light as soon as his head touched the pillow. Blaine smiled softly and draped a spare blanket over his friend, placing the phone by his bed. He walked over to the bookshelf for something to read; occasionally looking back at the phone.

He caught her wrists before she could strike him. He knew from personal experience that, although small, Susanne could pack a punch. He held her steady, his eyes still sympathetic despite everything. He looked into those familiar eyes and sighed softly, letting go of her wrists and shaking his head.

'Go and see your fiancée Susanne. He's in the hospital. He's alone. Go and see him.'

Susanne stared up at him with tear filled eyes, her face still red as she tried to gather enough for a return attack. But she couldn't. She knew he was right. Of course he was right; she knew what George had done. She'd seen how isolated David had become, and of course she noticed that Hannah hardly ever came home.

'Hannah tells me you're pregnant?' William spoke up, surprising her.

She nodded quickly, wrapping her arms around her non existent bump instinctively.

'Congratulations.'

She glared at him but said nothing.

'I think you should go now, Susanne.' William repeated, folding his arms and looking at her car.

She looked over at her car and then back at William, wiping her eyes with her hand. 'What about David?'

'I don't think that's a good idea.'

'I want to say-'

'I think you've lost that right, Susanne.' William said, his eyebrows furrowing just a little.

'He's still my son, don't forget that.' Susanne threatened, her previous anger beginning to return.

'Yes, but he is my son as well,' William replied, his voice getting a little bit louder, 'my son you tried to remove by force from a place of safety. And this is my home, the home you tried to break into. And I live with my husband, a man you have harassed,'

Susanne looked at him with a look of utter revulsion.

'and if you forget any of this Susanne, I will happily tell it to the police, and a judge. Do you understand me?'

The two of them locked eyes and were silent for a few moments before Susanne spat at his feet. She strode to her car with her head held high. As she got into the car, ready to go to the hospital she said, 'this isn't over Karofsky.'

William smiled at her and said, 'you better hope for your sake that it is.'

It was getting close to 9pm by the time James got home. He had stayed at the Hummel's after Kurt had gone to bed, talking to Burt and Carole about what had happened. The three of them got on well, and time ran away with them as they sat and talked.

As he pulled up to the house, he couldn't help the swell of happiness when he saw that Susanne's car was no where to be seen.

He came in to find William asleep on the sofa. He smiled at his sleeping husband and kissed him on the forehead before heading into the kitchen to look for the others. He found his step daughter asleep in the kitchen – she was sitting on one of the high stools set up around the counter and she was sprawled out across the counter top.

Kissing her goodnight, he headed upstairs in search of Dave. He gently tapped on the bedroom door before poking his head into the dark room. There was just enough light from the hall to show Dave fast asleep on his back, gentle snores escaping his broken nose.

James watched his step son in silence for a few moments, happy he was here. He was looking forward to getting to know him. A loud buzz and the lit up screen of Dave's phone made him jump and he quickly closed the door on his step son. He walked downstairs to move his family to their beds with a smile on his face.

Authors notes: I'm pretty sure the next chapter will be the last and I wanted to split these two :) I hope you've enjoyed this chapter 3

I hope you liked the discussion between Susanne and William – they're two very different personalities and I definitely wanted to keep William calm and cool, you know? I got tired of fighting and yelling, so I thought I'd go for a more realistic approach – threats haha