Burt couldn't help the knots that had formed in his stomach as Gene gathered everyone to witness this website that he insisted on them seeing. The Anderson's looked equally as apprehensive at the idea that they were about to see some kind of website that may lead them to some answers regarding the whereabouts of their son.

Burt sat down in a seat next to Mr. Anderson and shot him the most encouraging smile that he could muster. Mr. Anderson returned the smile which was equally as defeated as the man who was attempting to bring him just a modicum of comfort. Both of these men had lost their son, but the one difference is that one man had been dealing with the loss and the unknown for much longer.

Gene brought the tension to a boiling point as he stepped into the small office wielding a laptop computer. Mrs. Anderson was holding her husbands hand in a vice like grip whilst Burt who hadn't wanted to bring Carol along for what they were going to see just gripped the rail of his chair using it as his only way to keep himself stable.

"Thank you all for coming, I can't imagine how hard this must be. I will warn you that what I'm going to show you won't be easy to take in. If at any point you need to stop, I'll stop, but this is something that I know that you need to see before I take my evidence to the police," Gene stated as he typed in a web address that none of them could see as he had sat down on the other side of the table set up before them.

Gene clicked away at the computer as he was was trying to find what he was looking for and before long, he turned the computer to face the parents of the missing teens.

"A video?" Mr. Anderson questioned.

Gene nodded as he pressed the play button and allowed the video to do his talking for him.

A scene was lit up on the screen with a tall man that none of them ever recalled seeing before, Burt seemed to sense a familiarity with the man, as did the Anderson's. Burt couldn't help but notice them glance at each other with an unspoken 'do we know this man?' Burt quickly glanced away and held his breath as he resumed watching the scene play out.

The man was sitting in a chair looking through mail when he came across an envelope that evidently displeased him. It was clear that this was some kind of an acting skit; that much was clear.

"Blaine! Get in here, now!"

They all felt their hearts practically give out as they equally hoped to see that it was indeed Blaine, but at the same time prayed that it wasn't. Their prayers weren't answered as soon as Blaine came into the shot dressed in a uniform that bore similarities to his Dalton uniform. Burt heard Mr. Anderson take in a sharp breath as Mrs. Anderson let out a small cry from behind the fist that she had placed against her mouth.

"Hey dad, what's wrong?"

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson both clutched onto each other tightly as they heard their son's voice for the first time in eight months. After being told he was most likely dead and being told that they should give up the search, here he was right in front of their eyes. Mr. Anderson didn't seem to like that Blaine was calling someone else "dad", but he knew this all had to have been forced.

"Blaine, you know that lying is only going to get you into more trouble, now tell me what came in the mail today."

"M-my report card?"

Mrs. Anderson let out a soft sob as soon as she heard Blaine stutter. He used to stutter as a child but had since broken the habit. If he ever stuttered now, it was only because he was nervous...or scared.

"Yes, son. Your report card came in today. How do you think you did?"

"I-I didn't do my best, sir."

"I pay a lot to send you to that school and when you bring home notes from school or bad report cards, what happens, Blaine?"

"Y-you give me a s-spanking, sir."

The tension in the air was thick as it all started to dawn on them on what this website was for. The Anderson's were beside themselves as soon as the words had left Blaine's mouth. This couldn't be true...someone couldn't really be this sick, could they? The sad truth was that it was in fact true as they watched the evidence play out in front of them. The man had forced Blaine over his knee and had begun to spank him as he struggled to get away.

"Oh no, buddy, you're going to be across this lap for a while, so I suggest you get comfortable."

They watched in horror as Blaine was spanked repeatedly by hand and hairbrush. They all were trying so hard not to vomit from the shock and disgust of seeing all of this playing out in front of them. It wasn't until Blaine was told that he was about to be caned that Mrs. Anderson began to chant nonsensically under her breath with little things like, "Keep your disgusting hands off of my baby, stop touching him...leave him alone...please, just stop." being the only recognizable words.

"Please, dad, d-don't use that on me."

"Oh, is this getting your attention, Blaine? Maybe next time, you won't be bringing home those grades, hmm?"

"You are going to bend over the arm of that couch and take a caning, Blaine. 12 strokes. I don't want to hear any arguments."

Burt was trying not to shout in rage as he watched his son's boyfriend take the beating of his life with the very implement that Sue Sylvester had once recommended highly on that trashy segment of hers, 'Sue's Corner.' This wasn't something that should be endorsed, it's something that should be outlawed entirely.

Stop, please stop! I can't take anymore, please!"

Judging by the state of his backside that many of them felt awful that they were actually seeing right now, he really couldn't take anymore, but after the man whispered something to him after he had attempted to run away from the implement, he bravely got back into the position and took the remainder of it.

Mrs. Anderson had since stopped watching. She couldn't bear to see Blaine take any additional damage. Mr. Anderson was holding her close trying to do his best with taking it all in. Some psychotic grown man had taken his son from him and proceeded to hurt him and exploit it all over the internet for other sickos to see. He was a business man and had met some very sick people, but this was far out of his element. This was his son; his little boy being tortured for other's enjoyment.

"T-turn it off, please," Mr. Anderson requested softly, which scared even him since he was not a soft spoken man.

"As you wish," Gene answered as he clicked out of the video window.

The air was thick as the room contained nothing more than the sound of Mrs. Anderson sobbing quietly. Burt was beside himself with grief for the other family and his own rage. Blaine was becoming something of a son to him and to see him in such a degrading way caused an anger that he couldn't even begin to describe. Whoever was responsible for this was going to pay and they'd be lucky if it wasn't at Burt's own hands.

"I'm sorry that I had to be the one to show you this," Gene spoke softly as he looked up from the computer to the others in the room.

Mrs. Anderson looked like she wanted to speak but couldn't through all of her sobbing, so Mr. Anderson took it upon himself to speak in her place.

"We want our son back and we want him back now," Mr. Anderson spoke in a deadly calm sort of voice that made even the hairs on the back of Burt's neck stand on end.

Mr. Anderson was a well-known and heavily sought for lawyer that even the bravest of men knew not to trifle with. Whoever this man was that had taken the son of Christopher Anderson had to either be very confident or very, very stupid. Whoever had done this had been planning it for who even knows how long. This wasn't just a random abduction, it couldn't be.

Burt felt guilty as his next words came out as the Anderson's were trying to take in the information about their son, but the not knowing was killing him.

"You said that this also had a connection to Kurt somehow..."

Gene looked at Burt solemnly and nodded in response.

"Yes, Mr. Hummel, I'm afraid that's true. The same man has your son, too. There are several videos on here of him receiving the same treatment as Blaine...but I'm sorry to say this in respect to the Anderson's, but Kurt's punishments aren't nearly as harsh or intense in comparison to the punishments that Blaine's been forced to submit to. My only guess is that this man has been using Kurt as a means to get Blaine to accept his punishments," Gene explained.

Burt felt a tear fall down his face but hastily wiped it away in a blind fury. This man had not only taken Blaine and put him through this torture, but he had done the same to Kurt. He couldn't bear to endure having to watch Kurt take on the same torment, he didn't think he could stomach it, but he had to know which is why he almost collapsed at his next words.

"Can you please show me a video of my son?"

The Anderson's looked over at Burt in shock wondering why on earth he'd want to see Kurt go through the same thing that their son had.

"When I find my son, I'm going to need to be there for him in any way that I can, just as you will for yours. You have a clear vision of what's been done to your son...I can't see Kurt going through the same in my head. It's something I never want there, but if I'm going to be there for him, I have to know even a semblance of what he experienced even if it's going to kill me to see it," Burt explained.

Gene nodded in understanding as he brought up another video and turned it so that Burt could see. "This was posted just a few days ago."

The setting was in a different room from the scene they had just watched Blaine receive his punishment, this was a kitchen setting with the same man, the boys kidnapper walking into the kitchen. It looked as though the kitchen was purposely made a wreck. The man took in his surroundings and proceeded to shout.

"Kurt!"

It tore at Burt's soul to hear that man shout out the name of his son. He didn't deserve to speak his name. His eyes softened as he watched as Kurt walked into the frame looking a lot less afraid and broken than Blaine. He didn't have his usual spunk, but he was in a lot better of shape and that much was obvious.

"Yes, sir?" Kurt answered his tormentor.

Burt could feel his heart soar slightly just by hearing Kurt's soft lilty tone. He could sense that Kurt was aggravated and wasn't as willing to submit to this as Blaine had been, but god only knows how much Blaine had gone through, they had a faint idea judging by what they saw presented on the screen, but this man had a lot more time to take away the light from Blaine's eyes, he apparently hadn't done the same to Kurt...yet.

"This kitchen is a mess! Didn't I ask you to clean it before I got home from work?"

Kurt rolled his eyes in response. Burt felt his eyes well up with tears. He couldn't count the all the times that Kurt had given him that same look which told Burt one thing, Kurt wasn't giving into this man, that snarky look told him everything he needed to know. This man wasn't winning with him. Burt couldn't help but feel proud of his son. He was trapped in a situation that no one should have to endure and he remained as strong and defiant as he could whilst also giving into this psycho's wishes.

Burt was positive that Blaine had to have been the same in the beginning, he knew that kid, that boy was one of the most confident teenagers he had ever met. The boy was the lead of the Dalton Academy Warblers by the time he was a Junior for gods sake! Blaine Anderson knew how to command a room; a trait that Burt was sure that he had inherited from his father. Blaine wouldn't have been that easy to subdue without just cause, and that cause had to have been Kurt's safety, that Burt was certain of.

The scene progressed as the man explained to Kurt that he was going to receive a spanking for his disobedience and he wasted no time in pulling a chair out and pulled Kurt across his lap. Gene wasn't wrong and Burt felt a guilty sense of relief as he watched Kurt's punishment. The man was taking it a lot easier on Kurt than he had on Blaine, but even then, the man wasn't taking it that easy on him.

Burt watched as he turned his son's bottom a nasty deep red which he was certain was the shade of his face at the moment. This man was hurting his son, his son. He could tell that Kurt was feeling pain which was reflected in his face as a particularly sharp slap would cause him to wince. Burt felt his heart tear into a million pieces at seeing Kurt in pain.

"All right, that's all I need, turn that shit off, now!" Burt practically roared as he turned away to collect himself and wipe away the tears that had betrayed him. He felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed before he realized that it was Mrs. Anderson who offered the soothing comfort. Burt placed his other hand on hers that she hadn't removed from his shoulder, attempting to show that he was grateful for the aid.

After a few moments of silence, Mr. Anderson spoke up surprising them all.

"How do you know about all of this, Mr. Torrence? No reporter that I have ever met in my time would be able to gain access to all of this information without some form of source," The elder Anderson spoke slowly as he stood up. "You somehow have acquired all of this information and made this connection that the Lima, Westerville, and New York City police departments couldn't find combined."

Burt had been so ready to take in any information regarding his son that he hadn't really cared about how Gene was able to track down all of this information, but Christopher had beat him to the questioning which made perfect sense as he was the best lawyer in Ohio, questioning evidence and motives was his area of expertise. He glanced over to see Gene looking a bit uneasy for the first time since he had met the reporter.

"Well I-" Gene had begun to explain, but was cut off by Mr. Anderson who was growing increasingly more intense by the minute.

"No one could find my son. Not a single police officer, not a single police canine unit could even catch onto his scent and here you show up out of the clear blue with the exact information that could lead us to our sons. Who are you, Mr. Torrence and I'd be very very careful on how you choose to answer that question. I'm usually a very patient man, but after feeling the loss of my son for the last eight months I can assure you, sir, that I'm a little less patient, especially when this person who requires my patience could have something to do with who took my son away from me," Mr. Anderson spoke with a dangerous tone.

Gene swallowed nervously as he removed his glasses from his face and took a deep breath.

"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Burt," He began as he licked his dry lips. "I need to beg your forgiveness and hope that I can explain myself without too many interruptions because there really is no time for it. I unfortunately have to give Mr. Anderson the credit, he is absolutely the best lawyer in Ohio, his business doesn't lie. I am not who I said I am, but I want to make it plainly clear that I did not have anything to do with the disappearances of either of your sons."

Burt felt his agitation growing as Gene gestured for them all to have a seat. He had been lied to...and just how much, he didn't know. The last thing he wanted to do was hear this man confess his sins like Burt was his priest, but with some coaxing from Mrs. Anderson, both men reluctantly took a seat to listen to the young faux reporter explain himself.

"My name is really Gene Torrence, that part is true, but I am not a reporter with the Lima Daily News."

"I could have told you that," Scoffed Mr. Anderson, which received a prompt shushing from his wife who was willing to hear the man explain himself.

Gene looked unperturbed by the interruption and continued, "I know the man from the videos. His name is John Lawrence and obviously you know him as he man who took your sons from you. He runs the website 'Spanking Naughty Boys' and even though I am not a reporter, I did do some of my own research on him. He's not only a webmaster, but also a substitute teacher which I tracked all the way back to Westerville Middle School."

All of the parents tensed not only at the mention of this man's profession, but also the name of the school.

"A-are you saying that this man was a teacher at Blaine's school?" Mr. Anderson questioned feeling sick to his stomach. Did this man know who Blaine was since then? His thoughts were racing faster than his brain could keep up with.

"Yes, sir," Gene answered him. "This man was a substitute back when Blaine attended Westerville. Sadly I think that's where he was first introduced to your son that started this whole thing. You see, I looked back at old security footage from one of Blaine and Kurt's past Warbler performances and I'm sorry to report, but John was there."

In response to his big reveal, Gene pulled out a DVD from his briefcase and loaded it into his computer. He hit play on the media player and as it began to play, they all heard the opening notes of "Hey Soul Sister" sung by the Dalton Academy Warblers. Mrs. Anderson let out an audible sob as she heard Blaine's voice ring out on the very first, "Hey!" as the Warbler's echoed him in response. Seeing her son look so happy and carefree, and just hearing his voice couldn't help but bring tears to her eyes. She missed her son with every fragment of her soul and had been longing to hear his voice again, a voice she hadn't heard in eight months. She couldn't count the footage from the internet video, which sounded nothing like him at all.

The shot of the footage went from the stage to a shot of the audience where sure enough, the man from the videos was there just as Gene had said. He sat on the edge of his seat eagerly as if he was being reunited with something he had lost. His eyes focused on nothing but Blaine. His eyes glowed from the bright stage lights as he stared longingly at Blaine from the very front row of the audience. The biggest shock was for Mrs. Anderson as she saw herself on the same video sitting right next to him with Mr. Anderson on her other side looking nothing but proud of her son.

Mrs. Anderson shook her head in disbelief as more tears fell down her cheeks. She had been sitting right beside him! This man had been stalking Blaine and no one had known, not even her. She had paid him no attention in the video as she was transfixed with watching her son's performance that she didn't even notice the strange behavior that this man had been exhibiting right next to her! This man had followed her son and planned this abduction for what appeared to be nearly ten years. He had been right there watching her son perform and even then as he sat there watching the performance, he knew he was going to take him.

"But why?" Mrs. Anderson asked quietly. "Why did he choose to take my son? Why?"

"Because as soon as he saw your son, Mrs. Anderson, he became fixated on him...obsessed with him. He refers to him as "his star" and has for years."

Mr. Anderson regarded Gene darkly as he growled out, "How do you know all of this? How would you know what this man called our son if you had nothing to do with it?"

Gene drew in a deep breath and sighed as he revealed his dark truth to the suffering parents. "Because I regret to say that up until a few weeks ago, I worked for John. I suffered the same as Blaine and Kurt, but the only difference? I was paid for my pain whereas Blaine and Kurt are forced to do it for free and are punished more severely than the ones he pays and as someone who has felt John's hand, I can't imagine what kind of pain they're in, especially Blaine. John will find any reason to severely punish that kid, he's possessive of him and keeps him locked away so none of the other actors can even see him. Normally the other actors hang out or even just see each other from time to time, but never Blaine. We've never seen Kurt, either."

"How did you make the connection about who they were?" Burt asked.

Gene grinned wryly as he responded. "Let's just say that John needs to make sure all the actors leave if he wants to talk to his friend Lenny about how he managed to acquire his star by kidnapping him and doing the same to his boyfriend in order to make him obey his every wish."

Hey there, guys...long time no write. :( I'm very sorry, I could bore you with the life got in the way crap again...but I'm sure you get the idea. I meant to have this up ages ago, but as always, tend to lose track of time. :( But here I am again and really motivated to write more to this since my weird sense of writer's block is over and my lazy not writing thing is gone...

But anyways, we found out a lot this chapter, didn't we? Lol. Gene worked for Mr. Lawrence! And apparently Mr. Lawrence needs to of course make sure everyone leaves before he starts blabbing out his secrets! Lol, there may be a flashback to that little slip next chapter...if anyone is still here and wanting it that is...lol.

Leave me a review if you guys are still hanging around and let me know what ya think!

- Jamie