Kurt huddled together with his three year old son, Aidan, as they watched the police officers swarm their home. Kurt was in a state of shock. Everything had happened so fast. There was the smell of the burnt pasta and blood in the house. He was covered in dried blood, trying to keep himself from trembling in fear and shock. Kurt pressed a kiss to the top of Aidan's head as he talked himself into putting his emotions aside to focus on the little boy curled up around him.

"Papa, what happened to Daddy? Where is he? When will he come get us?" Aidan whispered in a small voice.

The poor child was terrified and confused. People had invaded his home, one of his fathers was missing, there was blood everywhere, and he knew something was wrong.

Kurt felt a shiver go down his spine as everything that had occurred earlier that evening flashed through his mind once again.

“Daddy had to go but don’t worry he’s not alone. Grandma Liz is taking care of him up in heaven,” Kurt whispered softly cuddling his son close.

“Does that mean that Daddy isn’t coming back?” Aidan whimpered his blue eyes turning a stormy grey as tears began welling up.

Kurt nodded as he tried to hold back his own tears.

“But why won’t he come back?” Aidan cried, “Doesn’t he love us anymore?”

Kurt shook his head in grief and immediately turned that thought away from his child, “No my love. Daddy loves you and Papa very much. He didn’t have a choice. You know he wouldn’t leave us if he had a choice right?”

Aidan nodded tearfully sucking on his thumb. Kurt smiled at his little boy and wiped away his tears silently wishing he could take his pain away.

“Can we go visit Daddy in Heaven someday?” Aidan asked innocently and Kurt felt as though he had just been punched in the gut.

“No, no honey we can’t,” Kurt whispered brokenly, “But Daddy will always be with us.”

“How?” Aidan asked innocently with his eyes wide.

“In our hearts,” Kurt said placing his hand on Aidan’s chest.

Aidan’s lower lip trembled as he burst into tears, “But I’m going to miss him so much.”

The dam broke as Kurt felt his child tremble with emotion in his lap. He couldn’t hold back his own emotions anymore and he cried alongside his child.

“I know, honey. Papa is going to miss him too,” Kurt sobbed.

Kurt felt his heart break as he thought back to the peaceful moments before the attack.

Kurt has just picked Aidan up from childcare. He carried the little man into the kitchen swinging him around making flying sounds.

“Weeee! I can fly Papa! Wait till I show Daddy!” Aidan squealed excitedly.

Kurt chuckled as he landed the boy into his high chair and ran in his fingers through Aidan’s hair lovingly.

“Yeah baby, Daddy will be so proud of you!” Kurt responded.

Kurt took out some pasta and began boiling it for dinner. Aidan was babbling on about his day to him.

“…and then Papa I told Gabby that she was my bestest friend in the whole wide world even though I think girls are icky!”

“That’s nice honey! Did you make any new friends today?” Kurt asked him.

Aidan pouted before saying, “No, the kids don’t like me. They say I’m weird because I have two dads. I told them that is not weird and that my papa loves my daddy more than their mommy could probably love theirs.”

“That’s not very nice Aidan,” Kurt chastised although he was secretly proud of him.

“But they were mean to me first!” Aidan protested.

“Yeah Kurt, they were mean to him first. I say job well done son!” Nick gasped as he leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.

“Daddy!” Aidan yelled reaching his arms out to be carried by his father.

Nick scooped him up from his chair and Aidan burrowed his head into his father’s neck feeling content at being held. Nick chuckled as he commented, “Looks like somebody missed me.”

“Uh-huh. It’s been this long since I’ve seen you!” Aidan said putting his arms as far away from each other as possible.

“You little drama king, you’re just like your Papa!” Nick said tickling the little boy.

Aidan erupted in giggles as he said, “Nuh-uh, I’m like Daddy!”

Nick walked over to Kurt and pressed a short kiss to his lips, “Hi honey, how was your day?”

“It was good,” Kurt said smiling lovingly at his husband.

Nick loosened his tie as Aidan groaned at their act of physical affection.

“Why kid? Don’t you like kisses?” Nick asked him cheekily.

Aidan shook his head fearfully knowing what was coming next. Both Kurt and Nick bombarded him with kisses from both sides.

“Ahhhh, nooo. Papa! Daddy! Stop!” Aidan shrieked as he squirmed trying to get away from them.

All of a sudden there was loud banging sound on the front door. Everybody froze and silenced immediately. Nick gulped in fear and handed Aidan over to Kurt.

“Take him and hide!” Nick said urgently.

“What’s going on?” Kurt asked fearfully while shushing Aidan who had started to cry.

Kurt had grabbed his phone and begun to dial 911 as Nick pressed a kiss to Kurt saying “I love you both. Just trust me. Go!” before shoving them down to the basement to hide.

Kurt held his own tears back as he heard the operator answer over the phone, “911- what’s your emergency?”

Aidan had a death grip on him as Kurt found some furniture in a corner and hid behind it. It was pitch black in the room; turning on the light would have just given the intruders insight as to where they were.

“There are intruders at the house,” Kurt said immediately trailing of their address to the lady.

“Okay, we’ve sent over some troopers. They should be there within 5 minutes. Are you safe? Who is with you?” the lady’s voice rang loudly over the phone.

“My son. My husband went to deal with them,” Kurt whispered as he shushed the whimpering boy.

“Can you hear anything?” the lady voiced.

“No, it’s quiet…”Kurt started before he was interrupted by a gun shot.

Aidan’s eyes widened as he burst into sobs in shock and Kurt put the phone away saying, “It’s okay Aidan. We’re going to be okay. Trust Papa. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you okay?”

Aidan nodded tearfully and Kurt continued, “I need you to stay here. Don’t move until I come get you again okay?”

Aidan nodded again. Kurt was shaking in fear. He was worried about Nick. He was worried for himself and Aidan. He was terrified. Yet, he made his way up the stairs of the basement. As he pushed the door open slowly, he found his husband lying in a pool of blood.

Kurt wanted to cry out but he saw that the man who had shot him was still at the door. The sirens of the police cares could be heard as the man turned. Kurt saw his face green eyes, button nose, a cruel smirk on his face, high cheekbones, a firm jawline, jet-black hair and a very obvious scar on his left cheek. Unfortunately the man saw Kurt and started to shoot at him as he ran for what Kurt assumed was the get-away car. Kurt ducked back through the basement door and waited for the sound of the gun shots to stop and the sound of the car screeching away before he ran to his husband.

“Nick! NICK!” Kurt cried taking off his shirt and pressing it to the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding.

Kurt ran his fingers through his husbands hair  and stroked his cheek. Nick opened his eyes a little, brown eyes met blue and Kurt sobbed harder.

“Please hang on Nick! Please be okay!” Kurt cried.

“I’m sorry Kurt. Tell the police…it was Braeden  Corbet. They will…understand. I love you. Remember that,” Nick gasped out.

Everything after that had been a blur; the police coming and dragging him away from Nick, the paramedics arriving at the scene, Nick’s body being taken away, Kurt pulling himself together to go get Aidan.

Kurt just wanted to call his Dad and Carole and start searching for flights back to Lima from their house in the suburbs of New York but he needed to be questioned by the police. Plus, he needed to prepare the funeral and call friends and family. He needed to do a lot of things. Kurt sighed and let his head hang back against the wall. He shifted uncomfortably. Aidan had fallen asleep in his arms and his three year old son was not as light as he used to be. Kurt got up and placed his son in his room and tucked him in with blanket and his teddy. Kurt pressed a kiss to his forehead as Aidan cuddled up in the warmth and snored softly.

Usually Kurt would be worried about the blood staining the sheets but all he cared about now was his son getting the rest he needed. Plus, he had to deal with the police before they could change and get clean.

Kurt headed back down. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Looking into the kitchen on the left, straight ahead at the blood stains on the carpet by the front door, Kurt shuddered. He kept the tears at bay. One of the detectives came up to him and handed him a cup of coffee. Someone had evidently made a coffee run.

“I’m so sorry for your loss Mr. Hummel-Duval,” the detective said.

Kurt accepted the cup and nodded at him as he whispered, “Thank you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How rude of me, I’m Detective Edwards,” he said with a small smile, “According to the other detectives you saw the assailant, am I right?”

“Yes,” Kurt said softly not making eye contact.

Another detective came up and whispered something to Detective Edwards before handing over the picture of the sketch that Kurt had helped the detectives with earlier and a look of shock came across his face.

“Are you sure your husband said the man was Braeden Corbet?” he demanded of Kurt.

Kurt nodded in confusion and the detective continued, “And you’re sure this is what he looks like?”

Kurt looked at the detective coldly, “I’m sure I would remember the face of the man who murdered my husband. His face will be etched in my memories for a long time let me assure you. This IS the man.”

Instead of responding to Kurt, Detective Edwards turn to the other man and whispered a few harsh words to him before turning back to Kurt with a look of sympathy.

Kurt felt his face fall as he said resignedly, “What now?”

“You may want to take a seat,” Detective Edwards muttered leading Kurt to the kitchen table before continuing, “This man known as Braeden Corbet is a well-known assassin. The FBI has been after him for a long time. He has escaped every time. There are no known pictures of him, just his signature at every crime scene. But it looks like you foiled his plans here. We have what we need to catch him now.”

Kurt took a deep breath as he took in that information; he looked up from the table to the detective, “Why would he…why would he come after us?”

“We don’t know. What did your husband do for a job? Was there any reason for him or you to be targeted?” the detective questioned.

Kurt shrugged, “Nick worked as a research scientist up in a university but I don’t see how that would have anything to do with this…”

“That may have something to do with it. Maybe Nick was working on some research that would have disrupted something of their clients. So they killed him,” the detective reasoned.

Kurt furrowed his brows, “So what does that mean now? I mean, he knows that I saw his face. Wouldn’t he come after me? What about Aidan?”

“Pack a bag for yourself and Aidan Mr. Hummel-Duval. Grab your essentials and thing you need. You’re going to be in for a tough time,” Detective Edwards said, “You’re not safe here anymore. We’ll be moving you to a hotel for now and leave a police detail. Don’t call anyone. Don’t tell anyone anything.”

Turning away from Kurt, Detective Edwards said, “Somebody get Anderson on scene. We’re going to need him for this.”

Kurt’s head was muddled but at the sound of the name Anderson his brain shot back to the Anderson that he had loved and lost. Blaine. It couldn’t be him though. Blaine wouldn’t be a cop. Kurt shook the thoughts out of his head as he headed up to get their things ready.