He found Rachel in the front of the crowd standing next to the Warden. The Warden had a look of indifference on his face—he was used to the strange customs of the Reservation by now and their performances didn’t affect him. But Rachel stood there with a look of such longing on her face. The song that the group in front of her was singing was nothing like she had ever heard before, mainly because it wasn’t allowed in their world, but the words of it spoke to her in a deeper way. She seemed to be in a trance and even though she didn’t know the song at all, Blaine saw her mouthing along to the words with a forlorn look in her eyes. He knew that’s what she was missing when she sang; the emotion that the singers seemed to emit was the thing she had always been looking for.

The group needed no instruments either. Everything that was heard aloud was produced entirely by their own voices and all three of them—Blaine, Kurt, and Rachel—were astounded at the possibility of that. It was truly incredible.

“Rachel, we need to leave,” said Blaine, breaking her trance on the group. It was difficult for even him to tear his attention away, but he needed to get this issue resolved a quickly as possible so he would still have time to expose the Director. She nodded, having had enough of the music for a lifetime. She would remember that day for years to come, wishing that maybe she could sing as carefree as that. In the future she would hum the melody, and her partner of the day would ask her where that was from, and she would just answer that it was something that made her happy.

They left the school in the truck they came in, with Kurt giving directions to his house so they could ask his dad about letting him go with them. He lived where they started out at, in Lima, so the car ride was another two hours back to the beginning.

As soon as they got there, Kurt went straight for the door and opened it, calling out to his dad. “I’m home!”
His father came into the living room to meet him, but then he noticed the group standing behind his son. He eyed them suspiciously. “Kurt, who are these people?”

“Dad, this is Blaine, and that’s Rachel.” He gestured to them both as he introduced them to his dad. The Warden had elected to stay in the truck. He turned to Blaine and Rachel and introduced his dad to them. “This is my dad, Burt Hummel.”

Blaine held out his hand. “Pleased to meet you, sir.” Rachel nodded, but Kurt could tell she was a little uncomfortable, so he shook his head at Burt to not say anything about it. Burt shook Blaine’s hand. “So, where are you from, and how did you meet my son?”
Kurt answered for Blaine. “I met him at Dalton, dad. He and Rachel were visiting the school and I almost ran into him on the staircase.” Burt still eyed him suspiciously.

“You’re from the World State, aren’t you?”
Blaine raised his eyebrows—this man had incredible perception—and nodded. “Yes, sir. We are.”
Kurt wasn’t going to stall. “Dad, they said that they could take me with them to the Outside. That I could live there, with them. Can I?” The look he gave Burt was one of pure pleading, but Burt wasn’t looking at Kurt.

“Let’s sit down,” said Burt.

-O-

They seated themselves at the table (Burt had already made dinner—or what was an attempt at dinner), and so it was an invitation for Blaine and Rachel to stay for the meal anyways since Burt wanted to talk. Burt filled up his plate, and the rest of them followed suit, waiting for Burt to say something.

Finally, he was finished serving himself and began speaking.

“Kurt knows this, but I came from the World State just like you. His mother and I were visiting this place, and we went camping. The trip turned out horribly wrong and we got lost, so we missed our chance to return to the World State. I didn’t love her then, but that grew on us, since we were stuck together. There weren’t any contraceptives here, so obviously, she got pregnant and had Kurt. By that point, we had no idea what to do. We were never cut out to be parents. That was the way we were raised. We despised the words love, and mother, and father, and all of those things that you two most likely are afraid of. But we learned. Nobody else around here was going to help because they feared us as much as we feared them.”

He took a bite of the food and chewed it slowly before speaking again. “We had to learn everything about parenting from scratch. There was nobody to guide us. We taught Kurt how to read, write and all those things that you learn to do in the Nurseries. But then by the time Kurt was about eight years old, Elizabeth died. Just like that. It was a sickness or something, and since we weren’t getting regular protection against all sicknesses, she caught something and it killed her. I’ve never missed anybody before, but I’ll never forget the day I had to tell Kurt that she wasn’t going to come home from the hospital.

“So I kept on teaching Kurt about things, and about the World State. He always showed a longing to want to be there, and even though I’m not sure he’ll love it as much as he thinks he will, I’m going to let him go there because I want him to be safe, and live somewhere where people aren’t going to hate him because of who he prefers to like. People here don’t accept us. They don’t accept me, and they especially don’t accept Kurt. I just want him to be happy somewhere. I’ll trust you to teach him about the place though. Do I have your word?”

Blaine nodded severely. “Yes, sir. I will do my best. I’ll make sure he finds his way there.”

Burt leaned back in his chair. “Good, then.” They finished the dinner chatting about other things, like how Kurt met Blaine and just getting to know each other more. When they were done, Kurt went up to his room to pack some of his clothes for the trip.

He was taking awhile, so Burt sent Blaine up there to check up on Kurt. He found him sitting on his bed, gazing around his room, taking in one last look at things before he was leaving for good.

Blaine sat down at the edge of the bed next to him. “Are you really that sad about leaving?” he asked. It was sort of an insensitive question, but Blaine didn’t realize that until after he had spoken. Kurt turned to face him, his eyes betraying nothing.

“You know, I’ve spent my entire life here. I have lived every day in fear of whether or not I am going to come home bloody from being pushed into lockers or from being tossed into dumpsters. I’ve had things thrown at me, I’ve been called the most offending names, and I’ve felt so alone the entire time. But this is the only life I know, and it’s going to be weird to leave it. I haven’t ever been that far away from my dad before, and this is all so new to me.”

Blaine crossed the room to give Kurt a hug. He didn’t know what possessed him to do so, but he did, and Kurt seemed to cheer up a little bit. “You’ll be fine,” whispered Blaine.

Kurt pulled away. “I know.”

As Blaine left the room, Burt was waiting down the hall for him and Kurt. He stopped Blaine before he got to the living room and grabbed his shoulder. “I trust you, Blaine.” He gave Blaine’s shoulder a squeeze and let go, nodding for him to move on ahead so he could go and talk to Kurt in his room.

-O-

The trip back was pretty uneventful, except for the fact that Rachel was practically throwing herself at Kurt the entire time. He politely declined, saying that he wasn’t comfortable with that sort of thing yet, and she held back until the next time she saw something that turned her on. Which, unfortunately, happened most of the time since she found him irresistible.

She didn’t even know why she was so attracted to him. He was from the Reservation, for crying out loud. She wasn’t even supposed to like him. But even so, she had trouble and often pouted in the corner after not having her way with him.

Kurt didn’t mind the fact that she liked him. Really, he was flattered. He was more disturbed by the fact that she didn’t get the hint and that he didn’t like girls at all like that. He supposed it would take some time getting used to (after all, Burt did warn him of this), and he hoped that maybe he could get over his inhibitions of girls and suck it up, like he knew Blaine had to do. But he also knew that Blaine was somewhat attracted to him as well. There was no denying that as soon as Kurt caught him looking at another place on Kurt’s body when they were talking once. Kurt had cleared his throat, and Blaine found Kurt’s face again, blushing. That part made him a little flustered, because it was the thought that other guys could be attracted to him as well that got to him.
He pushed it out of his mind though, because soon he was going to be living in a place where he could be accepted for who he was and not tormented daily because of the fact. And he wasn’t going to be stifled from his excitement when Blaine pulled him aside the night before they traveled back.

He had grabbed Kurt’s arm when he was walking past, and looked up slightly and into Kurt’s eyes. “Just…don’t be upset or angry if this isn’t what you thought it would be.”

After that, he walked away again, leaving Kurt standing in the doorway slightly confused. Burt had told him almost the same thing. Why were they so afraid that Kurt wasn’t going to like the World State? He didn’t get it. It was all that he had ever dreamed of since Burt had told him the first story of his life there when he was very little. It was purely fact that Kurt saw himself living there one day, and now it was coming true. He did not want to second guess that decision, so he decided to ignore Blaine’s warning.

-O-

Blaine had to work quickly with Wes to make sure that not too much time between his arrival back home and Quinn’s orders went into effect had passed. He needed to time things perfectly, and so he had to keep Kurt hidden in his apartment until the whole fiasco would be cleaned up once it started.

The day they got back, Rachel immediately went back to her own residence, clearly not wanting to be around Blaine anymore due to the discomfort between the two, nor around Kurt for her obvious embarrassment at being rejected by him so many times in a row. She wasn’t used to rejection so she took it harshly. Blaine didn’t care anyways; she would just be one less person he had to communicate with on a daily basis or feel like he had to take out anymore. Besides, she had her own positive memories of the trip, and saved the incredible feeling she had when she watched that performance for times when she really needed it.

As soon as Blaine made sure that Kurt was settled in the apartment, Wes dropped by to pick up Blaine and they headed to the Hatching and Conditioning Center to where her office was. The office was surrounded by glass walls and a glass door, so everyone always saw what went on inside. The room that it was housed in also held a number of smaller cubicles that other workers used as their personal work space. It was the perfect setting to reveal the information Wes had dug up on her.

They stormed into the room, loud enough to cause a commotion and for her to notice and step outside of her office to see what was up. A smirk crossed her face once she saw that it was Blaine, and she crossed the room over to where he and Wes stood.

“Ah, Blaine Anderson. Just the person I was looking for. Do you know why?” she said sweetly, but the venom was laced in there, obvious to everyone.

Blaine chuckled a little. “Actually, Ms. Fabray, I was just looking for you. And I don’t think that what you have planned for me is necessary any longer.”

She narrowed her eyes. “And why is that?”

Blaine glanced to Wes, who gave him a tiny nod, telling him yes, say it now. He took a breath and turned to her again. “Because you’re pregnant.”

The force of the slap made itself known on Blaine’s face, as well as the sound it made in the room. As soon as she did it though, she gasped in horror and covered her mouth in shock.

It didn’t affect Blaine, however. “You don’t need to know how we know this, but it is fact that Noah Puckerman is the father of the baby. And you can either admit to it now, or, you can take this pregnancy test right here in front of everyone and show them how you’ve lied to them this entire time. It’s your fault that you weren’t careful with Noah.”

She didn’t say a word, but glared at him.

His face softened a little, but the punch in his words was all the same. “I may be a dreamer, and an idealist, but at least I don’t hide who I am. I am not a liar.”

-O-

Quinn resigned almost right after they left. Or rather, she did so before Sue got the chance to publicly fire her once she had heard of the news. Nobody heard a word from her after that, since she was sent away, along with Noah, to another state that housed people with that situation.
But this meant that Blaine was now off the hook. Sue Sylvester hadn’t known of Quinn’s plans to send him away, so she wasn’t going to carry them out. And she probably wouldn’t have anyways, because what he did kept her staff in the picture perfect order that she needed it to be. The World State was a well-oiled industry, and a blip on the radar would have ruined the whole thing. So she had Blaine to thank for that (or rather Wes for discovering it, but he refused to take all of the credit).

Things were a lot better for Blaine. He was less paranoid about whether or not he would get sent away, and he was able to freely speak his mind around his closer friends without worrying that they were going to turn him in. And besides, people were very interested in him because of the guest that he had brought with him. They were curious to learn who exactly Kurt was and how he could fit into their society, so there were frequent visitors to see them both.
Things started out fine. Kurt liked a lot of New York. Everything appeared to him the way he thought it would, and that’s all he wanted from it. People were interested in learning who he was, because he was so foreign. Even Sue Sylvester visited Blaine’s apartment to scope out just who Kurt Hummel was.

She reclined in one of the couches in the sitting room, and sipped from a giant cup full of protein shake. “So, Porcelain, how do you like this new world?”

Kurt was confused. “Porcelain, what? I don’t – “
Sue interrupted him. “Your skin is pale. You remind me of one of those scary old porcelain dolls, hence, Porcelain. Get with the program, kid.”

“Oh. Well, I think I like it a lot here so far. It’s everything my dad –“

“I’m stopping you again. Here, we don’t say words like that. I have no problem with it since I use it for scientific research, but the rest of this society doesn’t understand what it really means. They associate it with bad things, and it’s the only way that we keep this place running smoothly. I can’t have random citizens come crying to me that they want parents. I don’t have the time for that. So just don’t ever say those words again.”

Kurt said nothing, but nodded.

-O-

It wasn’t long before most of the citizens began calling him Porcelain as well. He didn’t really mind, but it unnerved him a little bit that they couldn’t care enough to call him by his actual name.

Blaine showed him around a lot of the city, and taught him even more about how the World State worked. He took Kurt to the feelies (which he ended up not liking that much—the concept of it offended him greatly and Blaine cursed himself for taking him there), to the facilities where the babies were raised, to the offices of each type of worker lived, everywhere. It was the only way for Kurt to really get a feel for what the World State was really like.

The more he encountered of the World State, it seemed the more he regretted his decision to make Blaine take him. Yes, people treated him better than back at home, but it was all at the sake of his individuality. At least back on the Reservation, nobody could take away his clothes and his personality and tell him to be someone else. Everywhere he went in New York there was always another person or reason to tell him to hide his bright personality in exchange for a grayer one, much like the appearance of the World State.

That even, was a shock to him at first. He expected a beautiful world of grandeur and luxury, but instead, everything was cold and gray, devoid of personality. It was stifling to him.

After several months of this, he couldn’t take it any longer and voiced his thoughts one night to Blaine.

“I’m beginning to think that this was a mistake, Blaine,” he said quietly.

Blaine perked up. He had been cleaning his room and Kurt was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching. “Why is that?” In truth, he had dreaded the day when Kurt would come to realize this.

“You were right. This wasn’t what I thought it would be.”
Blaine put down the cloth he was using to dust with. “You can’t go back, though. It’s too dangerous. I don’t want to see you getting hurt there.” Over the months, Blaine had grown very attached to Kurt. He often found himself staring at him in a way that he hadn’t stared at anyone before. It was quite unsettling to him, because it was so alien.

“I know. I don’t know what to do though. I find myself disagreeing with everything that this society is about. I hate the feelies—they’re creepy and unsettling. I hate that there are no such things as parents. I hate the way everyone just throws themselves at each other. I hate the way that there are no real feelings behind anything.”
Blaine sat next to him on the bed. “You’re not the only one who feels that way, you know.”

“What?” Kurt raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Blaine took a breath. “I haven’t told anyone this, but I’m not the same as all the others. You remember the tour I took you on, to the Hatching Center?”

Kurt nodded.

“Well, when I was an embryo or an egg or whatever, I was damaged in the process. I don’t know how it happened. Nobody does. But it changed me. That’s why I look the way I do. I’m not as tall as the other Alphas. My hair doesn’t lie flat naturally. That’s why I don’t think the same way as everyone else. I’ve grown up here feeling quite alone in this world.” His expression was blank, but Kurt detected a lot of sadness in it.

“You don’t have to be alone, though,” said Kurt softly, and leaned in to press his lips against Blaine’s.

Blaine was startled at first, but let it happen because this was Kurt initiating this, this was Kurt wanting this. Not him. That was why he had restrained himself for so many weeks after discovering that he liked Kurt in a way that was more than just a physical attraction. He kissed Kurt back, leaning into Kurt as well and bringing his left hand up to cup Kurt’s face so he had have something to hold while this was happening.

Kurt pulled back when he needed to breathe and smiled at Blaine. “Is this what you really want?” asked Blaine. Kurt didn’t say anything but dove back in, answering his question with another searing kiss that nearly knocked the breath out of Blaine. His lips move slow and steady, but with an urgency that Blaine matched quite well.
He felt Blaine’s tongue start to press against his lips and he opened them slightly, and Blaine’s tongue dipped into his mouth, running over the inside of his bottom lip. He’s never felt anything like that before, and he knew that Blaine is the only one he would allow to do that, because Blaine is the only one who had ever shown him real kindness in his life.

They sank back on the bed and ended up lying next to each other, still kissing, but a lot faster and a lot more insistent. The hand that Blaine had cupped on the side of his face slid behind his neck and Blaine tangled his fingers into Kurt’s hair, and pulled him as close as he could until he was on top of Blaine. Kurt carded his own fingers through Blaine’s hair, which was made easier by that fact that Blaine hadn’t gelled it down for the day and Kurt was thankful for that.

Blaine’s teeth began to graze Kurt’s lip, biting slowly and gently and pulling back just to let go and do it again. Kurt broke away and started kissing down Blaine’s neck, until he found the hollow on his neck and began to suck there. Blaine responded by arching up and grinding his hips into Kurt’s, and he knew that he had found Blaine’s sweet spot. Kurt thrust back down to Blaine, and that earned a low moan from him.

“Oh, god, Kurt.” His eyes were closed and he was panting, and Kurt watched in disbelief that he could make a man like this from just making out. But he decided that it wasn’t enough.

His hands crept lower and lower down Blaine’s sides and up under his shirt, feeling the warm, bare skin underneath. He ran a palm over the tight, lean muscles of Blaine’s stomach before tugging the shirt up and over Blaine’s head so that it was out of the way, and pulled his own shirt off so that when he lay back down on top of Blaine, they were chest to chest with nothing in between them.
They went back to kissing, despite their swollen lips until Blaine all of a sudden flipped their position so that he was hovering over Kurt. He said nothing, but kissed his way down Kurt’s chest until he reached his hips. He glanced up quickly to make sure Kurt was okay with this and then unzipped his pants and slid them off, throwing them into a heap on the floor. He discarded his own pants while he was in the process of undressing the rest of Kurt, until they were both completely naked and heavily breathing in the warm air in the room.

Blaine didn’t give any warning but he went straight to Kurt’s cock, taking it into his mouth and running his tongue along the underside and around the tip. Kurt immediately writhed under the sensation of Blaine’s hot, wet mouth covering his cock and his hands flew to grip Blaine’s hair, except he let go right away. He didn’t feel like he should grab Blaine’s hair or anything, but Blaine reached up and pulled Kurt’s hands back to his head and went back to doing the amazing things he was doing to Kurt’s cock.

Blaine hummed, and Kurt nearly fell apart right then and there. “Ohyespleasedon’tstop” Kurt sputtered out, throwing his head back in pure bliss. The vibrations from his moan ran all the way up his cock, up his spine, and tingled down through the tips of his fingers and toes. Kurt had never felt anything like that before.

It wasn’t too soon before Kurt started involuntarily thrusting forward into Blaine’s mouth, but Blaine stopped what he was doing and crawled back up to kiss Kurt’s mouth. Kurt whined in response; his cock was still hard as a rock and he needed release badly. Blaine didn’t seem to take notice of that because he kept on kissing Kurt, whispering breathlessly between the kisses how much he wanted Kurt, how much he needed him.

“I – Kurt. I want you. Inside of me. Please?” Blaine’s face was pleading with him. He wanted it badly, oh so badly.

Kurt could hardly spit out a “Yes,” fast enough, and Blaine was already reaching into the bedside table to grab the lube and condom. Kurt was ready to help Blaine out, but instead, Blaine reached around behind his back and started prepping himself.

Okay, he decided. That’s a sight he kind of enjoys, Blaine’s head thrown back and practically fucking himself on two fingers. Blaine inserted a third finger and continued stretching himself.

“Kurt. Now. Please. I need you in me now,” he panted. Kurt made quick work of slipping the condom on and nodded to Blaine when he was ready. Blaine slipped his fingers out, whining at the loss, and situated himself over Kurt’s cock, ready to sink down when Kurt told him to.

“Go ahead, Blaine. I’m ready,” Kurt assured him, and Blaine lowered himself down. And holy shit. Kurt had never felt anything so tight and incredible in his entire life. Not even with a girl (yes, he had tried that at one point since arriving in New York, but he hated it and it felt wrong so he didn’t do it again).

Blaine on the other hand, was moaning in pleasure at how full he felt from Kurt’s cock inside of him. He sank down all the way and stayed there for a minute before rising back up, almost all of the way and then sinking back down slowly again.

“Hold on,” said Kurt, and he rolled to his side so that he was hovering over Blaine again. Blaine sighed in satisfaction. “Much better,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, and stretched up to kiss Kurt’s lips. Kurt began moving his hips forward and back, forward and back, grinding slowly into Blaine.

They had started out this entire thing frenzied and hastily, but now at such an intimate moment, everything was much less hurried and both of them really took the time to just look at each other.

“God, you’re beautiful,” breathed Blaine. He was sweating and flushed underneath Kurt, and he just looked so incredibly vulnerable, so unmistakably beautiful and gorgeous to Kurt.

“So are you,” replied Kurt.

Kurt continued to rock forward with Blaine’s legs wrapped around his hips and hands clutching at his arms. They moved at a steady, languid pace, increasing their speed slightly, but mostly drawing things out because that moment there between the two of them was something that neither of them could ever forget.

Kurt reached down between them and took a hold of Blaine’s cock with his hand, stroking firmly and twisting just a little bit, and he only got a few strokes in because Blaine was so close, and he came in spurts all over Kurt’s hand and on his own stomach.

That was enough to make Kurt come as well, and he stroked Blaine through his orgasm while he shook with the sensation of his own. “I love you,” he cried as he came, and pulled out to lie beside Blaine.

Blaine pressed soft kisses to the side of Kurt’s head as they both fell asleep, exhausted. A smile played on his lips as he ran a hand through Kurt’s messy hair and pulled him closer in his arms.

-O-

They woke up with the sun streaming in softly through the crack in the curtains, still wrapped up close to each other in the messy sheets from the night before.

“Morning,” whispered Kurt.

“Morning,” Blaine whispered back. Then, it hit him. “Oh crap. Shit. Shit. I’m so sorry, Kurt. I’m so, so sorry.”
He sat up and got out of bed, rushing over to his dresser to put some pants on.

Kurt sat up slowly. “What do you mean?”

Blaine shook his head. ‘I’m so sorry. I can’t do this, not with you. I just can’t. I have to leave. I have to go. I’m so sorry,” he repeated, and threw on a shirt before leaving the room. Kurt immediately followed him, pulling on his pants that lay on the floor.

“Where are you going?” he asked. He didn’t understand. He told Blaine that he loved him after that incredible moment the night before, and he was leaving? It made absolutely no sense to him.

Blaine turned around to face him in the doorway, about to leave the apartment. “I just can’t,” he said again, and left, running down the hall and to his helicopter. Kurt ran over to the window just in time to see it lift off and speed away into the cloudy and grey day.

He crossed the room to the couch and sank down in disbelief. What the hell just happened, he asked himself.

-O-

Inside the copter, Blaine smacked his palm against his forehead over and over again. “Why? Why, why, why did I do that?” he shouted to himself. He was in deep trouble now.

-O-

Blaine found himself at Wes’ apartment, pounding on the door, yelling at the top of his lungs to let him in. A sleepy Wes answered the door. “What are you doing at this hour, Blaine? It better be a good reason.” Blaine barged in right past Wes and paced around the entryway.

Wes closed the door and faced Blaine. “I repeat: what are you doing?”

Blaine continued pacing. “God, Wes. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. I really messed up.”

“What did you do, Blaine?” The lightness in Wes’ voice was gone now. He was deeply concerned.

Blaine stopped for a second. “I may or may not have had sex with Kurt.” He grimaced and then went back to pacing around the entryway.

Wes was confused. “And that’s a bad thing?”

Blaine nodded, but then shook his head, like he couldn’t make up his mind. “I mean, it isn’t. But it is. It was fantastic, but –“

“But what?”

“He told me he loved me.”

“Oh.” Wes crossed over to stand next to Blaine. “Then I think I need to tell you something.” He put a hand on Blaine’s shoulder and led him over to the couch to sit down.

“Remember that time, before you left for the Reservation, and I told you that I was thinking about certain things?”
Blaine nodded.

“I was doing a lot of testing and researching, and I came to a conclusion a few weeks ago, based on what I was thinking about. You see, I have always been fascinated by human nature. And by that, I mean human nature before it is taken away from most of us. And I got to thinking: why can’t we love one another? What is so wrong with wanting to feel for another person on a strong level? I don’t have a problem with how our society works, but what you told me about Kurt’s relationship with his father clued me in to the final piece of what I was looking for. It’s in everybody’s nature to love, no matter what.”

Blaine was confused. “What do you mean?”

Wes shook his head. “Blaine, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You don’t have to admit it to me. But you need to accept it yourself.”

He walked around the couch and into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of just water. Wes had told himself that he would be drinking less so he could go about his research without a muddled mind.

“I’ve realized that here, people think they’re happy. But it’s only because they’ve been conditioned that way, with the castes and hypnopaedia and all of that. We’ve all been tricked, Blaine.” He downed his glass of water, and walked back over to where Blaine sat, and turned on the TV. “Just think about things for a little bit, and you’ll know what to do.”

Blaine was about to start thinking about it right then and there, but the images on the TV sent him into a panic like the one he had earlier. All he could see was Kurt, being carried away by the police, kicking and struggling in their grip. He had a bloody nose, and a fierce look on his face as the camera followed them until they reached the main offices of one Sue Sylvester.

-O-

Blaine and Wes were there in almost no time at all. Wes was pretty sure that Blaine had broken a few laws in the erratic way he drove the helicopter, but Blaine didn’t care. Kurt was in trouble, and he had to get him out of it.

They burst into Sue’s office, narrowly escaping the security guards that chased after them, and stood in the doorway catching their breath. The guards caught up to them and were about to handcuff them, but Sue waved the security off with a lazy flick of her hand. “Don’t even bother. I’ll handle these psychos.”

She gestured for them to sit in the chairs next to Kurt in front of her desk. They sat down quietly, and she started them down before speaking.

“So, I take it you saw Porcelain’s little tirade on the TV and came down here to defend him? Or are you here just to see me, because if that were the case you might as well leave, because I don’t want to look at your faces and I was in the middle of a very interesting conversation with Porcelain here.” She cocked an eyebrow at the two of them, expecting an answer.

Wes spoke first. “Look, we don’t know what happened. All we know is that we turned on the TV and the first thing we saw was Kurt being dragged into the building by the security. Blaine freaked out, and so we came here. So what is the deal?”

Sue looked at Kurt, who sat in the chair farthest away from Blaine. He wouldn’t look either of them in the eye sat glaring at the wall in silence. “Well, since Porcelain isn’t going to speak up, I’ll tell you. Basically, he threatened stability. Mr. Anderson, or can I call you Oingo Boingo—your hair makes me want to throw up or shave it all off, my god you need to do something about it.” Blaine ran a hand through his hair defensively and realized that in his haste to leave his own apartment, he had forgotten to style it.

“So, Oingo Boingo, your friend here just went in the middle of the community gathering place and started preaching about love and feelings and all that garbage. Obviously, the people were getting distressed, so I had to do something about it.”

“You can’t punish Kurt though. How else is he supposed to feel? He comes from a place where feelings are what drive people—you can’t expect him to turn them off right away,” yelled Blaine.

“Enough of your bland arguments. I’ve heard them before. I don’t want to hear you talk right now.” She pushed a button on her desk and a guard showed up at the door. “Take Curly and Yellow to the detention rooms. Separate them.”

The guard grabbed Blaine’s and Wes’ arms and led them out of the room and downstairs.

“Alright, Porcelain. I’m going to give you two options. I’m not going to make you choose now, because I want you to make the right decision for yourself, and I want you to be happy. I may seem like the bad guy, but I really do have your best interest at heart.” Her look softened. “I used to be happy before they offered this job, but I gave that up in order to serve the World State, because I know I’m the only one qualified to do this job. Anyone else would make a train wreck out of things.

“Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn’t accepted the position, but I can’t think of those things because I do have a job to do.” She leaned over the desk and spoke quietly. “So your option is either to go back home, to the Reservation, to your father; or you could live in a new place with like-minded people, but you won’t know anyone there. That’s all I can offer you without putting you in prison for the rest of your life because you run the risk of upsetting my society too much.”

Kurt didn’t say a word, but the look on his face made it obvious that he was already thinking hard about what he wanted to do. Sue buzzed the guard again, and told him to take him down to the detention rooms as well, in a specific room.

-O-

The guard opened the door to let Kurt into the room, and Kurt immediately rolled his eyes. “Oh you have got to be kidding me,” he said, because sitting in the corner of the room was Blaine. Blaine looked up at the sound of Kurt’s voice, and started to stand.

The door slammed shut with a clang! behind Kurt, and Blaine rushed over to him.

“Kurt, I need to apologize again –“

Kurt cut him off bitterly. “If this is more about you going on about last night, I don’t want to hear it. You’ve already hurt me enough. I don’t care beyond this point, and I don’t need you rubbing in how much you don’t like me.”

Blaine frowned. “That’s not what I wanted to say.” Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Fine, go on,” he said, and sauntered over to sit in the chair that sat in the room.

Blaine followed him and stood in front of where Kurt sat. “What I was trying to say was that I’m sorry for running out on you like that. It was a mistake for me to panic like that. That was incredibly rude of me to, and I can’t believe I did that to you.”

Kurt was interested now. “Oh?”

“One thing that you should know about me is that I run from my problems. Yeah, I have problems. Everyone does. They mostly keep it to themselves and pretend like nothing is wrong. That’s what I did. But this is too big for me to run from. And I hurt you in the process. I never wanted to do that, Kurt. You didn’t do anything wrong. It was me, because I was too afraid to admit that –“ Blaine broke off, unable to say it.

Kurt sighed in frustration. “Oh come on. Spit it out. I’m sure there’s nothing that you could do to worsen my situation.”

Blaine glanced down at the floor, took a breath, and knelt down in front of Kurt so that he was looking straight into his eyes. “I was too afraid to admit that I was in love with you.”

Kurt stared back in shock. “I – what?”

Blaine took Kurt’s hands in his. “I’ve been in love with you probably since I met you, but I didn’t really realize it until just recently. I always thought that I was simply attracted to you, but what happened last night, and what Wes told me earlier today, it just kind of clicked for me that I do love you. And I’m tired of running away from it. I just want to be with you. You‘re the most unique person that I’ve ever met, and I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know more about you.”

Kurt removed his hands from Blaine’s. “But I can’t forgive you for how you acted this morning. You really, really hurt me. I already felt enough like a failure here, so to have you telling me it was all a mistake? I am a person with feelings, Blaine. That is who I am, and nothing can change that. For some stupid reason I thought I could get other people to see my side of things, but no. That’s how I ended up here. And now there’s nothing left for me in my future. I ruined that the second I told you I wanted to come here with you.”

Blaine placed his hands gently on the sides of Kurt’s face, and pulled him forward to kiss him softly. “You can have the future you wanted with me, Kurt. Don’t push me away.”

Kurt reached up to cover Blaine’s hands with his own, stroking his thumb over the top of Blaine’s knuckles. “I’m sorry, but I can’t,” he said quietly, and pulled Blaine’s hands from his face. He walked over to the corner of the room and sat on the floor, facing the wall. He obviously didn’t want to talk to Blaine any longer.

Blaine let out a deflated sigh, and the door opened with a loud noise. The guard that stood in the doorway motioned for Blaine to come with him. “The Coach wants to see you now.”

-O-

He sat in her office, across the desk from her glare with his head down.

Sue shook her head at the sight of him. “You’re pathetic and ungrateful, Anderson. I’m giving you an opportunity here. One to be with people just like you, who think the same things. This was long coming, but I held off Quinn’s orders just so you could show Hummel around. I gave you that chance, but obviously, you blew it. This is your second chance, Blaine. This isn’t a bad thing,” she said quietly. “Think of it as starting over.”

She typed something into her computer, and a few seconds later it spat out a plastic card with information engraved on it. “Here’s where you’re getting sent. Don’t lose this card.”

He accepted it, and stood up. Another guard opened the door with Kurt in tow, and Blaine brushed by Kurt, not even looking at him as his guard led him back down to the detention rooms. Before the door shut behind Kurt, Blaine heard Sue ask him in a loud voice, “So, Porcelain, what’s your decision?”

His head sank lower as he realized what Kurt’s decision would be.

-O-

Blaine never found out what would happen to Wes, but he hoped that Sue would go easy on him and let him stay. The worst Wes had done was uncover Quinn’s secret, and Sue had been happy about that, so maybe he would get to keep his job.

He found himself caring less and less as the day approached when he would be taken to his newly assigned ‘home’.

Meanwhile, Kurt was moved to a different room at the other end of the hall, so it was both a blessing and a curse to be so far away from him. Blaine would never see him again after he left, and the only thing he wanted was to see Kurt’s face every day for the rest of his life.

-O-

The trip to the place where Blaine would be relocated to wasn’t too bad, but he ended up sleeping the entire time. He did that a lot lately. He figured there was nothing better to do, so he slept.

He found his assigned house, and set his bags down near the wall in the entryway. Before he left, he was allowed to go back to his apartment and take whatever he wanted from there and bring it with him, so at least he had his own personal belongings.

He wandered throughout the house, inspecting it, looking to see how much of it would remind him of home. Soon enough, he gave up on that and sat on the couch and fell asleep.

He awoke to a loud, sharp knocking on the door, and jumped up, startled. He made his way to the door and opened it, only to find Kurt standing in front of him, with his bags in his hands, and a smile on his face.

“Can I come in?” he asked. Blaine nodded in shock, and stepped aside so he could move past.

“Why are you here?” said Blaine.

Kurt set his bags down and brought his hands together, fiddling with his fingers. “I thought more about what you said. And I’m starting over. I’m letting go of the past, because I can’t go back. The only way to go is to move forward, and I want to do that with you.”

“But you didn’t forgive me,” said Blaine. He dared to inch closer, to see if Kurt was really going to stay, and not just run away if Blaine got too close.

“That’s because I wasn’t thinking about it from your point of view. How else were you supposed to act? I was being ridiculous to think that you could admit something like that after living in that place your whole life. I’m sorry.”

At that, Blaine rushed forward to wrap Kurt in an embrace that nearly knocked him off his feet. They stood there, in each other’s arms for a long time, fit perfectly to one another.

Blaine pulled away first, with moist eyes and a lump in his throat. “So does that mean you’re staying?”

Kurt let out a little laugh. “Yes. I’m staying right here.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s mouth, cupping his face and bringing him closer. “And I’m not going anywhere.”