The young lawyer spoke again.

"So you mean you never did anything to upset either of these boys. Despite everything Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hummel, Mr. Duval and Mr. Adams have told us?"

"Nothing at all. I think they must have just taken my attempts at friendship badly."

"Were you drunk when you arrived at the party?" he asked.

"I'd had a couple of drinks but I wouldn't say I was drunk..."
"Is that so?" He turned around and picked up a paper from the desk. "Here is a test result from a test that Mr. Adams took on you about ten minutes after you left the party. You probably don't even remember it though, since it the result shows that you were more than drunk. You had been drinking an almost dangerous amount of alcohol that night." He turned to the judge and court. "Sebastian knew that he was drunk, but he lied about it. Are we supposed to trust what he says?" Sebastian's eyes widened and for the first time his cocky look slipped.

"I... I did perhaps drink more than I intended but- but it was just because I was worried about trying to befriend them again. It was for courage." He was clearly thinking fast.

"So you drank more in hope to become friends with Kurt and Blaine? Also, the previous witnesses have said that you were drunk even before you reached the party. When you came in there, you started dancing with Kurt at once." He was becoming more and more confident. Sebastian's story had so many holes.

"I never said that I drank more than I intended at the party... I meant beforehand."

"You came to the party wasted in hope to make a better impression? Doesn't really make sense to me." He turned to the court again. "I think Mr. Smythe came to the party to crash it. He had no intentions of befriending them." He turned to Sebastian once more after sending an apologetic glance to Kurt. "Do you have any sexual or romantic interests in Mr. Hummel?" Sebastian shook his head.

"No, I always found Blaine the more attractive of the two." The lawyer raised an eyebrow.

"So, do you have any romantic or sexual interests in Mr. Anderson?"

"Perhaps. He's an attractive man."

Blaine shuddered in his seat and gripped Kurt's hand harder. He was feeling very uncomfortable.
"Are your feelings only sexually related?" the lawyer continued.

"I don't know him well enough to answer that question."

"Have you in any ways showed Mr. Anderson that you are, in fact interested in him?"

"I've asked him out a few times, but I hardly see how that's relevant," Sebastian drawled.

"I consider it highly relevant. Were you aware of the fact that Mr. Anderson has a boyfriend? Well, fiancé even?" Sebastian shrugged.

"He might have changed his mind."

"I think Mr. Anderson thought it all through more than once before getting engaged." The judge seemed confused.

"What is the point with these questions?" The lawyer looked up.

"My point is that Sebastian has admitted that he has feelings for Blaine. When Blaine didn't accept his proposals for dates, he wanted to put it out on Kurt, who is in fact together with Blaine. His drunken mind couldn't think completely straight and went too far on the party. He should be punished for light sexual harassment and abuse. I suggest six months in prison." He nervously waited for the judge to speak. He knew the court would have to consider it, but he searched for some sort of reaction in the man's face. The judge nodded.

"I'll take your opinion into account. The court will take a short, hour long, recess whilst we come to our decision. Thank you." 
Kurt stood shakily, gripping Blaine's hand as they filed out of the room. Blaine felt... Well, he felt okay. Their lawyer was amazing and he had a good feeling about this. He followed Kurt out and pulled him to a less crowded space.

"You need a hug," he whispered before wrapping his arms around his fiancé. Kurt nodded, holding Blaine close.

"I was useless in there,” he mumbled. "I came to pieces." Blaine shook his head.

"No, you were amazing. So, so amazing. I'm proud of you, baby." He kissed Kurt's shoulder through the fabric of his shirt. Kurt sniffed and coughed, but he refused to take his inhaler. He hated it.

"How are you feeling?" asked Blaine when they pulled back. "It's going fine, you know. And I think I fucked up more than you did... Maybe law isn't the best option for me anyway," he forced a small smile.

"Shut up, you were amazing," Kurt smiled. "I'm okay, my chest's just a little sore." Blaine frowned.

"Are you okay for now? We can rest when we get back home." Kurt nodded.

"I'll be fine. We need to get this over and done with."

"Yeah..." Blaine pressed a small kiss to Kurt's lips and then stepped back. "So, I think they had a coffee machine here somewhere. That sounds good right now, according to me." Kurt nodded.

"God I need caffeine... I'm so tired. We should grab one for Nick and Daniel too."

"Yeah, come on!" he smiled and dragged Kurt along to the machine. They drank their coffee in silence along with Nick and Daniel. Soon, they were all called in again and Blaine turned to Kurt. "No matter what happens, we're in this together, okay?" Kurt nodded, gripping Blaine's hand. They filed back into the room and the judge started talking.
"I have thought about this long and hard, and whilst it is evident to be that Mr. Smythe was in the wrong, I feel that a prison sentence would be too extreme. Therefore, I sentence Mr. Smythe to a six month suspended sentence, he will be required to pay a fine of two thousand dollars to Mr. Hummel and there will be restraining orders enforced for Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel."
Kurt flinched, Sebastian wasn't going to jail. On the other hand, he wouldn't be allowed near him and Blaine anymore.

Blaine smiled. It was really good. He hadn't thought Sebastian would go to jail anyway. He turned to Kurt and grinned.

"This is good, baby. We won the case!"

"Two thousand dollars..." Kurt whispered. "Two thousand dollars."

"I know!" Blaine beamed. "We can have the wedding of our dreams now!" He pulled Kurt in for a tight hug, but it was cut off by someone clearing their throat behind Blaine. It was Sebastian and his dad. Kurt flinched in Blaine's arms.

"S-Sebastian... You're not supposed to be near us." Blaine turned to face them.

"He's right. Just go away." Sebastian did not look amused, like he usually did. His dad spoke up.

"That doesn't actually count until all papers have been signed. We just wanted to say that you played very well today. You're both exceptional liars." Kurt's eyes flashed.

"Excuse me?"

"We both know that Sebastian would never do such a thing," said his father. Sebastian stood behind him and smirked a little. His sentence didn't matter to him. His dad would pay and the boys were moving to New York anyway. Pity he didn't get to fuck Blaine though. He had an amazing ass, he really did.

"I..." Kurt flinched into Blaine. "I'm not a liar!"

"Yeah, whatever. Oh, by the way, Sebastian was right. You are much more attractive than Hummel," he told Blaine. "He's way out if your league," he said to Kurt, then turned around and left. Sebastian stood there when his dad left the room.

"Pity I never got to fuck you," he whispered into Blaine's ear, loud enough for Kurt to hear. Then he turned around and left, too. Kurt was shaking in Blaine's arms, a panic attack hitting him with full force as he gasped for air. Silent tears were streaming down Blaine's face.

"Shh, it's okay now... They can't touch us again..." Blaine rocked Kurt and tried to soothe him.

"He's right," Kurt gasped. "You are out of my l-league..."

"No. Just no. We're not having this conversation again. They were just trying to tear you down. I love you." He cried harder as he said the words. He couldn't understand how cruel people could be. Nick came up to them hesitantly.

"Is everything okay? Maybe I should get you home..." Blaine looked up at him with red eyes.

"Y-Yeah. That'd be nice..." He kept holding Kurt tight, knowing that he needed the comfort.

Nick got them home quickly and the minute Kurt and Blaine were safely inside their apartment, Kurt took his inhaler twice, he didn't really like anyone but Blaine seeing him using it. Blaine kissed Kurt lingering on the back of his head.

"I'll go run a bath for us..." That was exactly what they needed. Kurt sniffed and nodded, following Blaine and perching on the toilet seat as his fiancé filled the bath. Blaine stripped his clothes off and helped Kurt do the same. He slid into the bath and made sure Kurt was comfortable with his head against Blaine's chest. They were silent for a while before Blaine spoke.

"They're both liars, I hope you know that," he said softly. There was a short silence.

"I forget sometimes,” he whispered.

"Forget that they're liars?" Blaine frowned.

"Forget that I'm not what people think I am,” Kurt corrected. Blaine shook his head.

"I think they are jealous of you. Both for being breathtakingly gorgeous, but mostly for being so strong and brave. They don't matter." Kurt nodded, relaxing into the hot water.

"I know. Thank you. Blaine... I'm only putting $1500 into the wedding fund." Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Why? I thought we said we'd save everything for the wedding?"

"I'm not telling you," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine's cheek. "But you'll see.”

"Okay," said Blaine, who didn't have the energy to argue. He found Kurt's fingers and laced them with his own. "It's all over now..."

"I know," Kurt grinned. "We can go to New York now." He curled closer to Blaine.

"And we will..." said Blaine, happily accepting Kurt's cuddles. "We could move next week... We have access to the apartment from Monday. And it'll be like a birthday gift for me," he giggled. Blaine's birthday was in nine days, on July 19th. Kurt grinned.

"That sounds perfect." 

:)

The days went by quickly. It was all a haze of packing and saying goodbye to people. Finally, they dropped down on the couch on a late afternoon. They were all packed and due to leave tomorrow morning. Blaine reached out for Kurt.

"I need cuddles," he whimpered. Kurt curled into Blaine's chest.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"More than okay. Just tired, that's all. So, any special events for tonight or should we just sleep?" he asked and kissed Kurt's forehead. Kurt chuckled.

"Nothing much but... I have something for you." Kurt pulled a tiny velvet box out of his pocket. "This is what that extra money went on."

"K-Kurt..." Blaine looked at the box with big eyes. "You- you didn't have to do this..."

"Of course I did. I promised." He watched as Blaine opened up the box, it was a smooth silver ring with a small piece of amber surrounded by two sapphires embedded into the band. "I thought... Like our eyes,” he whispered. It was engraved with a small heart and their initials on the inside. Blaine's eyes were filled with tears when he looked up again. He was so happy.

"I know it's not necessary, but will you propose to me now?" Kurt smiled softly and took the ring from Blaine, sliding down onto one knee,
"Blaine Anderson. You're my life. You took me in when no one else wanted me and you loved me even though it made your life more difficult. I love you so, so much... more than I ever thought possible, and I can't imagine my life without you. So, will you make sure I never have to live without you and do me the honor of becoming my husband?" Kurt’s eyes were shining with tears. Blaine nodded dumbly, a single tear making its way down his cheek. He finally recovered enough to speak.

"Yes. Yes, of course!"

"Thank you," Kurt grinned, sliding the ring on Blaine's finger, it was a perfect fit. Blaine got up on his feet from the couch and pulled Kurt up with him, kissing him hard without any warning. It tasted salty because of Blaine's tears. Kurt moaned into the kiss.

"What was that for?" he smiled against Blaine's lips.

"For being absolutely perfect," Blaine grinned. "No, but really... This ring is perfect, Kurt. You are perfect." Kurt hesitated.

"Well... The ring didn't exactly cost all the money... I had about twenty dollars left over and... Now don't get mad at me, okay?" Kurt bit his lip he headed over the their bedroom where he'd hidden the cardboard box. He pulled out a tiny, fluffy, black and white kitten with huge green eyes. "I was letting Tony get used to her. She was in a cardboard box on the side of the street, Blaine... And she didn't have any food, and she looked so sad..." Blaine thought about it for a moment, but he didn't take long to make up his mind.

"I guess we're going to have to take good care of her then," he smiled gently. Kurt placed the tiny kitten in Blaine's lap.

"You're not mad? I couldn't leave her there... What should we call her?" He giggled as the kitten curled in his fiancé's lap, looking up at him, mewling adorably.

"I'm not mad. I mean, you could have asked me, but it's fine. About the name, maybe... Simone?" he asked, looking down into the big eyes of the kitty.

"Sounds perfect," Kurt smiled. "And I tried to call you, but your phone was off and I was scared that if I left her, something bad would happen..." Blaine nodded.

"It's fine..." After a while of petting and cuddling, Blaine had to bring it up. "She's you, isn't she? You want to save her because you know how it feels to be weak and unloved. You used to know, at least..." Blaine pressed a small kiss to Kurt's forehead. Kurt hesitated, tickling the kitten.

"I guess she is... Is that bad?"

"Not at all," Blaine smiled. "Oh, by the way, I got a mail from NYADA, since I was the one who sent in your application. You have your audition on my birthday... In three days."

"I... I have my... Oh God." Kurt's eyes were huge and he bit his lip. "I'm going to choke."

"No, don't say that!" Blaine kissed his cheek softly, petting Simone with one hand. "It's first an acting test. I have the monologue here somewhere that you need to memorize. Then there's singing. You can sing whatever show tune you want. And I can be there to watch it. You'll kill it." Kurt nodded slowly.

"What do you think I should sing? Should I play it safe and go with Phantom?"

"I want you to listen to your heart. What does your heart want you to sing? I think playing safe is a bad idea in this situation," said Blaine honestly.

"I'll think about it," Kurt whispered, curling up next to Blaine and tickling Simone. "She's really tiny..." He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. "They guy who sold her to me said she was the runt. He was going to drown her if no one wanted her."

"I'm so glad you bought her. It's also good practice for when we'll be parents for real," he grinned and snuggled closer.

"I can't wait," Kurt whispered. "You'll be an amazing father."

"You'll be just as amazing." Blaine planted a small kiss to Kurt's neck. "I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt whispered. "You're my everything." Blaine smiled and kissed down Kurt's neck.

"Since we're packed and everything... Do you think Tony and Simone would mind if I took you alone with me for a while...?" he smirked suggestively. Kurt giggled.

"I'm sure they won't mind..." Blaine grinned.

"Very well then... Lead the way to the bedroom, my dear prince." Giggling, Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and led him to the bedroom.

:)

The next morning, Kurt woke up wrapped in Blaine's arms. He slipped out of bed and fed Tony and Simone before starting to cook eggs for himself and Blaine. He couldn't believe it, but later that day, they'd live in New York.

Blaine woke up an hour later and walked into the kitchen, his hair a big mess and only wearing underwear. He slipped his arms around Kurt's middle from behind.

"Morning, you..."

"Hey," Kurt giggled. "I made you eggs." Blaine smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Best fiancé ever." He took one of the eggs and sat down at the table. "Doesn't this feel amazing?" he asked. "Last morning in Ohio. I feel... I just feel amazing!" He grinned broadly like a little child on Christmas.

"I do too,” Kurt smiled. "I can't wait..." He slid into his chair and laughed as Simone leapt onto the table, heading straight for Blaine's eggs. Blaine lifted Simone up and put her down on the floor.

"You will not touch my food. Don't eat my food. It's mine," Blaine snapped at the cat. Tony came to him and nudged his leg. "Oh, yes. You're a good boy, aren't you? You're not going to steal my food..." Blaine smiled and patted the dog. Tony suddenly jumped up and took Blaine's egg in his mouth, swallowing it at once. "What the-!?" Kurt laughed hard, picking up Simone and petting Tony.

"That's what you get for being mean. Simone's the good one, it's Tony who you need to be watching."

"You were the one who got Tony first," Blaine pouted. "And Simone is mean," he said playfully.

"She is not! She's adorable." Kurt put the kitten down on the table and she padded up to Blaine, rubbing underneath his chin, purring and looking up at him with her massive eyes. "See?"

"...just a little adorable, but still mean," Blaine admitted. Simone mewled and licked his hand with her tiny tongue, rolling onto her back. Blaine's face broke into a huge grin.

"I won't say anything," he said and scratched Simone's stomach. Kurt nodded as Simone purred.

"That's what I thought. So, what time are we going?" Blaine looked at the clock.

"In an hour," he grinned. Kurt nodded excitedly.

"Well, everything's packed... Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Sure! Tony needs a walk anyway before the flight." He did the dishes and then grabbed Kurt's hand. "Shall we?" he grinned.

"Give me a minute." He closed Simone into the kitchen with her food and her bed and grabbed Tony's leash.

"Ready now then?" Blaine teased and held out his hand.

"Sorry," Kurt smiled, entwining his fingers with Blaine's. "She's still a baby, I don't trust her on her own in the whole apartment."

"Understandable," Blaine smiled. He was so happy. Their things had been picked up the day before and they were moving to New York in an hour. Life was just great. Tony trotted along ahead of them, looking back at them every so often. Even though Kurt no longer needed him to guide him, Tony was still really protective.

They got back to the apartment just in time. They had bought a cage for Simone to travel in on their walk and they already had one for Tony. And a few hours later, they were finally, finally, sat on the plane.

"Ohmygod," Blaine sighed happily. "This is so amazing!" Kurt nodded, though his jaw was clenched and his hand gripped Blaine's tightly. He'd never flown before and he was terrified.

"Kurt, are you okay?" he asked, noticing how tense he looked.

"I've never flown before... What if we crash?" Blaine's mouth shaped as an o.

"Hey, Kurt... We're not going to crash. It'll be fine." He kissed Kurt's cheek softly. "Trust me." Kurt nodded. He pushed up the arm rest and curled into Blaine's side.

"Okay." Blaine fell asleep fairly quickly on Kurt's shoulder, snoring lightly. Kurt bit his lip, he still hated this.

By the time Blaine jerked awake as they were touching down in New York, his nails were bitten down to the skin and bleeding. Blaine gasped.

"Kurt! You should have woken me! Are you okay?" He picked up Kurt's hands and examined them. Kurt nodded shakily.

"I hate flying,” he muttered.

"You should have woken me," he said again, softer.

"You looked really peaceful," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine tenderly. Blaine kissed him back softly. There was a disgusted grunt behind them

“Fags," someone muttered. Blaine pulled back and glared at the man.

"Fuck off, this isn't your life." Kurt turned around slowly.

"Do you have a problem with me and my fiancé?" The man sneered and looked Kurt up and down, his porcelain skin, perfect hair and immaculate clothes.

"Guess we know which one's the girl,” the man laughed, nudging his friend. Blaine glared at the two men.

"Don't you dare!" he sneered. He grabbed Kurt by the waist and kissed him hard. "That should teach them to shut up," he whispered to Kurt. Kurt moaned against Blaine's lips, flinching slightly as the man spat on Blaine, some of it landing on Kurt. The younger boy snapped his head towards them.
"Fuck off, you ignorant assholes! You're in New York, gay marriage is legal here now. There's going to be a hell of a lot of us around, so learn to deal with it or get lost!" He snarled. The man looked surprised, but spat at Blaine once more before turning around and leaving the plane. Blaine was frozen where he stood, spit running down his cheek slowly. Kurt wiped it off gently with his sleeve.

"Blaine, baby... Are you okay?"

"I thought it would be different here," he whispered, still frozen.

"Honey.... They came from Ohio."

"I know... I just- They just ruined the best day of my life... It's not fair." Blaine was almost crying.

"Blaine..." Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine hard, "They didn't ruin anything. I'm here, you're here and we're in New York, about to start our amazing new life. Just forget them, they aren't worth anything."

"I know," said Blaine, wiping his eyes. "Sorry, I shouldn't let them get to me..."

"It's fine, I understand," Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine again. "Blaine... Am I really 'the girl'?" Blaine shook his head.

"No. We are two men, equally manly. And you're so much more of a man than they'll ever be."

"Thank you," Kurt whispered lovingly. "Now come on. Let's pick up our pets and go see our new apartment in person for the first time."

"Yeah," Blaine grinned. They got off the plane and headed to get their bags. They found them, plus Simone and Tony pretty easily and then they got a cab to their apartment. When Blaine unlocked it for the first time and stepped inside, his jaw dropped.

"K-Kurt," he stuttered. "It's gorgeous!"

"It's... It's so perfect," Kurt breathed, looking around. "It's beautiful. Blaine... This is our home!" Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and hugged him tight.

"Our home..."

Just after midnight that night, everything was unpacked and the boys were curled in bed, exhausted. Tony was sleeping in his bed in the living room, and Kurt and Blaine were bickering half heartedly about whether Simone should be allowed to sleep on their bed.
"Look at her," Kurt whined. "She's so happy!"

"But Kurt, this is our bed. Like, what if we want to have sex and she's just here? Wouldn't that be awkward and a total cock block?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Well yeah but then we'd move her... Come on, Blaine, she's just a baby!"

"But then she'll learn that she can sleep here and she'll do it all of her life, Kurt! I just..." Blaine looked up at Kurt through his lashes. "I just want one place that's just for us. Just you and me and nothing else. But if you really want her here..." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"That isn't fair... But fine." He pouted, picking Simone up and placing her in a basket in the living room. "But if she cries all night, it's your fault." Blaine grinned.

"Thank you." He snuggled close to Kurt. "Goodnight, my beloved Mr. New Yorker."

"Night, honey," Kurt whispered, laying his head on Blaine's chest and going to sleep almost instantly.

An hour later, Simone padded back into their room and cried pitifully, looking up at Blaine. He sighed and lifted the kitty up in their bed.

"Only for tonight," he sighed. She crawled in happily between them and fell asleep immediately.