Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.

A/n: So this chapter was SO much easier to write than the last one. I wasn't really planning on having Burt in this story, but it was necessary for what I wanted to do in this chapter… and then it turned into a cute moment, so it worked out perfectly.

Kurt was having a hell of a time concentrating in his classes; his school subjects seemed unimportant in the light of everything that had happened in the previous week. He assumed that was why he had been called to the headmaster's office at first, before he ran into his father outside the office.

"Dad… what are you doing here?"

"Mr. Collins called me… said I needed to come down here. Something about the police wanting to talk to you…" Kurt nodded, knowing that he probably looked as though his eyes were about to pop out of his head. "Do you have any idea why they might want to talk to you?"

"Not really… maybe something about Blaine," Kurt replied. He saw the look of confusion on his father's face and sighed. "Someone attacked him Friday night as he was coming back from having dinner with his family. He doesn't know what happened."

"What do you have to do with that, Kurt?"

"I was the last person who spoke to him… it was just a couple of texts, but still…"

"Mr. Hummel?" Kurt and his father both looked up at the sound of the voice coming from the headmaster's door. Kurt recognized him as one of the detectives he'd spoken to Saturday morning, but he didn't remember a name. "If the two of you would come in… this shouldn't take long."

Kurt and his father walked into the office, sitting down at the small table that sat in a corner for informal meetings; Kurt knew from the other boys that no one sat in the chairs in front of the desk unless they were in some kind of trouble.

"I want to know what's going on here… is my son in some kind of trouble?" Kurt closed his eyes at his father's question; he wanted to know the answer, but he wasn't sure that he wanted his father to ask so bluntly.

"No. We don't have any reason to believe that Kurt had anything to do with what happened to his classmate. But we think he might be able to help us figure out who did."

"Kurt, do you know of anyone who might have a reason to hurt Blaine?" Kurt looked over at the female detective, who had already been sitting at the table when he and his father entered the room. He bit his lip for a moment; he knew what he needed to do, but at the same time Kurt was afraid of what might happen.

"Kurt… what do you know?" He looked over at his father, sighing.

"Dave Karofsky. I… I told Blaine something about him. Something Karofsky didn't want anyone to know…" Kurt began, watching his father's face to see if the older man would figure out what he was going to say. Kurt loved his father, but Burt wasn't exactly quick on the uptake.

"Wait… you think that kid had something to do with this?" Burt asked.

"Mr. Hummel, please… let us ask the questions." Kurt was thankful that the male detective basically told his father not to interfere; it would only make things more difficult if his father was asking questions constantly. "Kurt, why would Dave Karofsky want to hurt Blaine? What secret was he keeping?"

Kurt shook his head for a moment. "Karofsky will know one of us told… no one else knew."

"Knew what?"

"That Dave Karofsky is… that he's gay." Kurt took a deep breath before he continued. "Dave threatened to kill me if I told anyone else… maybe he thought Blaine was going to say something."

"Would Dave have a letterman jacket?" the female detective asked. Kurt nodded.

"Yeah… he plays hockey and football at McKinley." Kurt watched as the detectives nodded, while the female detective opened a file folder and started pulling out pictures that looked as though they had come from a security camera.

"Anyone look familiar?"

The pictures were grainy and Kurt had a hard time figuring out what he was looking at other than the obvious fact that they were people and one of them was wearing a McKinley letterman jacket. But the boy's skin was the wrong color to be Dave Karofsky.

"That's a McKinley jacket, but that isn't Karofsky," Kurt replied, pointing at one of the figures. "I can't tell who any of them are, though… the pictures are too grainy."

"You're sure that isn't Dave Karofsky?" the male detective asked.

"Positive… wrong skin color." Kurt finally looked at the rest of the picture, taking in the fact that the three boys he had been studying pictures of were grabbing Blaine from his car in one of them. The others showed slightly different scenes, but in all of them at least one of the boys was holding Blaine, pulling his further and further away from his own vehicle. He closed his eyes, pushing the pictures away. Kurt didn't want to look at them any more; despite how grainy the pictures were, he felt sure that he could see the fear in Blaine's face.

"Any idea why someone else from McKinley might want to hurt Blaine?"

"No… I mean, there are several homophobes on the football team, but until now none of them have ever done worse than throwing a slushie or shoving someone into a locker. Never anything really serious," Kurt replied. "They're cruel, but I never thought any of them would do something like this."

"Thank you, Kurt… Mr. Hummel. We'll let you know if we need to speak to you again." Kurt nodded and stood up, following his father out of the room. He wasn't at all surprised when the man turned around shortly after they exited the room and crossed his arms.

"Dave Karofsky is gay?" Kurt nodded. "And he threatened to kill you because you knew?"

"Only if I told anyone. Besides Blaine – he knew before Dave threatened me."

"How did you even find out?" Kurt shook his head, sighing.

"Dad, please…"

"How did you find out, Kurt?"

"Dad…"

"How, Kurt?"

"He… he kissed me. I was pissed off and yelling at him, and he grabbed me and kissed me." Kurt crossed his own arms, sighing. "Blaine tried to help… he tried to talk to Karofsky, to help him figure out what he was feeling. But Dave's so far in the closet…" Kurt let his words trail off, hoping that his father had gotten the picture. Thankfully, Burt Hummel didn't feel the need to hear more about Dave Karofsky.

"How's Blaine?"

"He's still in the hospital. He was in a coma for a while… he woke up the day before yesterday. His mom said there's some brain damage on top of his physical injuries, but they're still trying to figure out how bad it is." Kurt purposely stopped himself before he said anything about the worst part of it.

"Have you gotten to see him?"

"Wes, David, and I have gone a few times. His mom is supposed to text Wes today and let him know if Blaine's up to having visitors… they were supposed to move him out of the ICU this morning."

Kurt was surprised as his father reached out and pulled him into a hug.

"You're a good kid, Kurt. I love you."

"I love you, too, Dad." Kurt was more than a little confused by his father's sudden outburst of affection. They weren't normally very affectionate, at least physically, and it was strange for his father to do something like that outside of their home. He was almost relieved when the older man stepped back.

"You should probably get back to class. Call when you have some time… Carole's about ready to beg you to come home for a weekend."

"Tell her I'll come next weekend. Things should be calm again by then." Kurt started back toward the classroom wing of the building, but stopped when he was only a few feet away, turning back to face his father. "I'm sorry. For not telling you the whole story about Karofsky. Or about any of this."

"No more secrets, okay?" Kurt nodded.

"No more secrets."