Thankfully, David pleaded guilty.

But not quietly.

He had one phone call, a few days after Kurt released his statement – to call whoever he wanted on terms of bail negotiation.

"You're such a fucking little faggot. You're the one who turned me in you fucking prick. I'm here because of you and I'm going to fucking kill yo-"

The line died and Kurt was shaking, pale and wide-eyed, the phone dropping from his hands. Blaine had heard the shouting and immediately pulled him into his arms, wrapping him up safe.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Shh." Blaine mumbled into his neck as Kurt started sobbing, his head in his hands. "Who was that? What happened?"

"D-Dave..." he whispered, his whole body shuddering violently. "He…he said…he…he threat-"

Blaine's eyes widened. "Shh, baby, shh. He's in jail, he's not going to hurt you, okay?"

"Why did he call?" he gulped.

Blaine's hands balled into fists. "I don't know. That was stupid of them – shouldn't they know who called?"

As soon as the words left Blaine's lips, the phone rang. Kurt couldn't pick up – he shook his head violently and curled away.

"Hello?" Blaine asked, blood boiling.

"Mr. Anderson? Is Mr. Hummel with you?"

"Yeah officer…is this about the call?" Blaine spat, trying his hardest to be polite.

"Could you apologise to Mr. Hummel on our behalf? We don't know how we didn't recognise the number."

"You almost scared him to death." Blaine said quietly.

"David Karofsky is going to jail for a long time, and even when he's released he'll be monitored. I wouldn't worry."

Blaine glanced over at Kurt, who still hadn't recovered.

"Fine. Thank you." Blaine said through gritted teeth, hanging up and heading to the kitchen.

He returned with water for Kurt, who took it but didn't drink it.

"He's in jail and he's still hurting me." Kurt whispered. He stood up, shaking his head. "I have to get out of here. I can't stay."

They were at Kurt's house - it was Blaine's first time there – and Kurt was pacing.

"Come to my house." Blaine said softly. "Move in."

Kurt's eyes fell, and he hesitated for a second. "You're moving back to New York. You said so yourself."

Blaine's eyes lit up. "Come with me?"

Kurt frowned. "What?"

"Come with me!" he exclaimed, grinning. "We'll get away from this place – we'll leave David behind and forget about him!"

Kurt chewed his lip. "What about work…?"

"Move it! Start a new firm up in New York – your labels are up there, I've seen them! Keep one down here, and you can fly down sometimes. You could expand, Kurt!"

"Blaine…"

"Before I left, all those years ago…what was the one thing you wanted to do?"

Kurt hesitated. "Blaine…"

"Tell me!" he commanded.

"New York…" Kurt said softly.

Blaine nodded. "We'll block out all those years. We'll rewrite your life as if David never happened – as if I never left. You could go to NYADA and learn, and also keep your clothing line up. I'll continue recording, we'll get married-" Blaine's eyes widened and he clapped a hand over his mouth. "Um. We'll, uh…" he was blushing hard, glaring at his shoes. "Sorry…I…I didn't mean to…sorry…"

Kurt was grinning at him though, eyes bright and wide and excited. "We'll get married, and have kids and we'll raise them in the Big Apple. We'll have an apartment overlooking the skyline, rich and famous without a care in the world."

Blaine was grinning again, laughing giddily. "We'll live happily ever after. Just the way we always planned!"

"Promise?" Kurt grinned, an eyebrow quirking, trying to stifle the enormous grin about to erupt on his face.

Blaine nodded, pulling Kurt in, his hands wrapping around his waist before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"I promise."