Kurt had no idea why Blaine was freaking out.

New Directions had simply set out to explore the city of Chicago. A woman had stopped them and asked for directions on how to get to the train, and she hadn't asked just anyone.

She'd asked Blaine...and the weird thing was, the moment Blaine had seen her, he'd gone rigid and white in the face.

Kurt let Rachel attempt to assist the woman as he led Blaine back into the hotel and up to the girls' room.

Blaine had grabbed his phone and was now frantically dialling a number as he chanted 'pick up -- please God, pick up Coop...' under his breath.

Why was his boyfriend calling his older brother?

"Coop? I -- I'm sorry to bug you, but it's an emergency." he said rapidly when Cooper had answered his cell. "No -- physically I'm fine, but -- okay you know we're in Chicago for Nationals, right?" a pause, then. "We were going to explore the city, and this lady came up wanting to know how to get to the train. She -- Coo, it was her." Silence. "No -- Cooper you don't need to fly out -- I --"

Kurt frowned. The woman was that bad of news that Cooper was willing to fly straight from L.A. to Chicago on a whim? Who was she?

"I'm fine, I just -- she really scared me. How did she even know I'm here?! Isn't she supposed to be in Sacramento, and heavily medicated?!" Blaine ran a hand through his curls, tears in his eyes. "Oh. I -- No, Kurt's with me, we're in one of the hotel rooms." he sighed. "Okay I will. Love you too. 'Bye." He sat down on one bed and buried his face in his hands.

"Blaine?" said Kurt cautiously, sitting down next to the dark haired teen. "What's wrong? Why'd you call Cooper about that woman?"

Blaine looked up at him hesitantly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Because she's our mother." he said hoarsely.