Wednesday.

The way Blaine thought about it, he had two options.

One, he could sit back and allow things to play out. He could leave Karofsky be, and hope that things would play out in a manner that would encourage Kurt to come to Dalton.

Two, he could take action. He could take revenge on that scum that stole his angel's first kiss. He could make him pay.

If he chose the first - getting Kurt to his side may come quickly. But if Karofsky damaged Kurt any more… He thought he might go mad.

Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled out his lucky dollar coin.

"Tails, I leave him be. Heads, I kill him."

He flipped the coin. It whirled through the air, arching back down with a clatter onto the table. It spun a few times - and fell onto tails.

Blaine stared at it. Then he burst into laughter.

"Who am I kidding?" Blaine chuckled.

He flicked the coin as he stood up and walked to the other side of his room, and opened his closet door, whistling cheerily as he pulled out a pair of black leather gloves.

When Blaine left the room a few minutes later, he took a duffel bag with him.

He left the coin.

It lay heads up on the table.

Thursday.

"Blaine… He's dead."

"What? Who? Kurt, what's going on? Are you all right?" Blaine asked frantically.

"Karofsky. He… he killed himself."

"Oh my God. Where are you?"

"At home."

"Stay there, I'm coming."

Kurt huddled in bed and waited for Blaine. An hour later, he arrived. The moment Kurt opened the door, Blaine pulled him into his arms.

"It's going to be all right," Blaine said soothingly.

Kurt sighed, and relaxed into Blaine's arms. They were so warm and safe.

"I feel terrible," Kurt admitted, as he cuddled in his friend's arms on his bed.

"It's not your fault," Blaine murmured, and pressed a kiss to Kurt's hair.

"I know - that's not why I feel terrible." Kurt rolled over to face Blaine. "I should feel bad for him… But I don't." He looked at Blaine nervously.

Blaine was silent for a minute. Was he going to pull away, Kurt thought anxiously?

"That's totally understandable," Blaine said softly. "He tortured you for so long… It must be a relief. I know, when you told me… My first thought was - is Kurt all right? My second thought was… He won't get to hurt you any more. You're safe now."

"I don't know about that," Kurt whispered. He bit his lip as he thought about it. "There's still the others… Especially Azimio."

Blaine growled.

"You deserve so much better, Kurt. You deserve a place where you don't have to worry about violent bigots. At Dalton, they would have been expelled like that." He snapped his fingers.

"Dalton sounds amazing," Kurt murmured.

"It is," Blaise said fondly. "I didn't even get to take you to my favorite places… There's this hidden room in the library that almost nobody knows about. And the towers - I didn't show you the towers!"

"Sounds like Hogwarts," Kurt giggled.

"Oh, I wouldn't say its Hogwarts," Blaine shrugged. "But it does have a certain magic to it."

"I bet," Kurt said wistfully.

Blaine reached out and pulled Kurt in closer. Kurt's head tucked into Blaine's chest, and Blaine wrapped a solid arm around him.

"I want to be there for you," Blaine said sorrowfully. "But Dalton is an hour's drive if I'm speeding."

"I wish…"

"What?"

"Nothing, its silly."

"Tell me," Blaine said firmly.

"I just wish you were from here," Kurt whispered. "If we went to school together, if your parents lived in the area…"

Blaine was silent, but kissed Kurt's hair again. He couldn't help it - Kurt smelled so good, dammit.

"I haven't told you, but… My parents are both dead."

"Oh my," Kurt gasped, moving so he could look at Blaine. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," Blaine shrugged. "I really miss them sometimes, but life goes on."

"It has to," Kurt said sadly, and Blaine knew he was thinking about his mother.

Blaine ran a hand through Kurt's hair, gently massaging his head, and Kurt couldn't help but moan.

"Feel good?" Blaine asked cheekily, continuing the massage.

"So good," Kurt whimpered. He struggled to keep his eyes open. "Who do you live with, then?"

"Nobody, I'm emancipated," Blaine shrugged. "I usually stay with my aunt in San Francisco in the summers, but otherwise I stay at Dalton. My mum died when I was young, but my dad passed a few years ago."

"My mom died of breast cancer," Kurt told him sadly.

"My mum had a brain tumor," Blaine said quietly. "My dad… He was in a car accident."

They hugged each other tightly, each wanting to make the other feel better.

"They left me with too much money," Blaine continued. "Which is why I can afford Dalton."

"It does sound wonderful, but there's no way I could ever afford it," Kurt said quietly. "Maybe I'm not completely safe at McKinley… But I love my friends. And I love Glee. I don't know that I could leave."

Blaine was silent, but he didn't stop gently stroking Kurt's hair.

Monday.

"Today, I'd like to lead the club to the auditorium. We have someone who wants to audition for the club."

Kurt and Mercedes exchanged curious glances, but followed Mr. Shuester into the auditorium. They quickly stole the center seats in the front row. As soon as all the gleeks were sitting, the lights all went off.

They could make out the curtain as it began to rise - and then several lights slowly rose, bathing the stage in a soft purple glow.

"Ohhhh…. Hello…."

Kurt gasped as the curtain rose, revealing Blaine, standing center stage. He had never seen him out of his uniform - but now, he was wearing jeans and a black t shirt and he looked so damn good that it distracted Kurt from wondering why Blaine was at McKinley in the first place.

"I am the ghost of troubled Joe. Hung by his pretty white neck some eighteen months ago. I travelled to a mystical time zone. And I missed my bed, and I soon came home."

Blaine smiled over at Kurt, and continued singing, as he began to dance, using small, elegant movements that showcased his delightfully slim but curvy body. Kurt was absolutely entranced.

"They said: there's too much caffeine in your bloodstream, and a lack of real spice in your life! I said: Leave me alone because I'm alright, dad. Surprised to still be on my own…"

Kurt swallowed. It was beautiful, but it was so sad at the same time.

"Oh, but don't mention love… I'd hate the strain of the pain again… A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours… It has been before, so it shall be again! And people who are uglier than you and I, they take what they need, and just leave."

Blaine shook his head and he moved on.

"Oh, but don't mention love… I'd hate the strain of the pain again… A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours… It has been before, so why can't it be now? And people who are weaker than you and I, they take what they want from life…"

He locked eyes with Kurt, and his voice became even stronger.

"Oh, but don't mention love. No - no, don't mention... love! A rush and a push and the land that we stand on is ours… Your youth may be gone, but you're still a young man. So phone me, phone me, phone me! So phone me, phone me, phone me!"

Blaine mimed a phone by his ear, and several members of New Directions giggled.

"Oh, I think I'm in love…" Blaine drew out the last syllable, reaching his arms towards the ceiling. "Oh, I think I'm in love - oh, I think I'm in love! Think I'm in love… Ohhhh, I think I'm in love… Oh…"

Blaine grinned as he finished, but continued dancing until the music stopped, when he twirled and sank to one knee, his arms outspread again.

There was a moment of silence.

Then Kurt and Mercedes leapt to their feet, and led the rest of the club in a standing ovation.

Blaine rose and walked to the front of the stage.

"Great choice, dude," Finn nodded at him. "The Smiths are classic."

"It was beautiful," Kurt beamed up at him, and Blaine sat down on the edge of the stage.

"Yeah?" Blaine said hopefully.

"Welcome to New Directions," Mercedes grinned. "Kurt, why didn't you tell me he was coming to McKinley?"

"I didn't know," Kurt sounded completely astounded.

Blaine just hopped down, landing a few feet in front of Kurt. He stepped forward, and took Kurt's hands in his own.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. A good surprise. Was it?"

"Well, yes," Kurt bit his lip. "But why? You said Dalton is amazing…"

"It's safe…" Blaine said slowly. "And there's good classes… But I… I would rather be here. With you."

He held Kurt's hands in his own, and leaned forward so their foreheads touched.

"I'm going crazy over there. I keep thinking - what if something happens and I'm not there for you?"

"Blaine, you didn't have to… What about your classes?"

"McKinley has equivalents to all of my current classes," Blaine promised. "Except Latin, so I have a study break."

"And… you're happy coming here?" Kurt wanted to be sure.

"Yes." Blaine dropped his hand, and cupped Kurt's cheeks in his hands. "You're here, Kurt."

The taller boy let out a shaking breath.

"Blaine," he murmured, and he reached out to hug Blaine, who eagerly wrapped his arms about his friend. For a minute, they just stood there, holding each other, completely oblivious to the others.

"Shall we just practice in the auditorium today?" Mr. Shuester suggested.

The club agreed, and soon enough they were busy choreographing a new number.

Kurt and Blaine held hands almost the entire hour.

"Want a ride home?" Blaine offered as soon as Glee was over.

"Oh yes please," Kurt smiled. "Maybe, if you'd like, you can come to dinner?"

"I'd love that."

They were walking through the hallways when they heard a shout.

"Hey! Somebody! Help!"

"That's Sam," Kurt said, looking at Blaine - and the two of them went running, right into the boy's locker room.

Sam was kneeling over Azimio, who was laying on the floor.

"What happened?" Blaine said calmly, surveying the scene. There was an empty needle laying only a yard from the boy.

"He was just lying here," Sam said, and he began to pound on the boy's chest. "Shit, he's not breathing!" As Sam began to attempt CPR, Blaine whipped out his phone.

"What are you - " Kurt began, then realized what Blaine was dialing.

Blaine knelt and felt Azimio's wrist as he spoke into his phone.

"Hello, medical emergency. There's a boy, I think he overdosed - McKinley High School, boy's locker room. There's no pulse. CPR is being attempted… Oh, Sam."

Blaine sounded regretful.

"His skin is cold."

"What?" Sam gasped, drawing in a deeper breath and preparing to continue.

"Sam, he's gone. He's been gone for a while," Blaine said sadly. "Yes, the skin is chilled. Please send somebody." He closed his phone.

"I'm not giving up," Sam growled, and continued to try.

Blaine just stood and took Kurt in his arms.

Nestled in the safe embrace, Kurt looked at Azimio's dead body.

He can never hurt anyone again, Kurt thought in shock.

Kurt stared at the dead body of the former bully.

He faked a sob even as a slow smile spread across his face.

"Let me know if you need anything," Burt said seriously.

"We will," Blaine promised. They were in Kurt's bed, and Kurt was nestled in his arms, shaking, his head buried into Blaine's shoulder.

"I'll look after him, sir."

Burt nodded slowly.

"Anything," he repeated. He walked up the stairs, looking back several times, clearly concerned.

"I thought he'd never leave," Kurt sighed, as he lifted his head, and smiled cautiously at Blaine. "I suppose bodies don't bother me as much as they do other people."

"Is it like Karofsky?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt carefully.

"Yeah… it's just… I don't care about them," Kurt whispered. "If it were Dad, or Mercedes, or Tina, I'd care. But those boys…"

"Some people deserve to die?" Blaine suggested.

"Exactly," Kurt said coolly. He looked closely at Blaine. "I'm really glad you're not freaked out by what I'm saying."

"Not at all," Blaine assured him. "After hearing about what they did to you, I seriously thought about coming over to kick their asses."

"They saved you the trouble," Kurt snorted. "I never knew Azimio was a druggie, though. What an idiot."

Blaine chuckled, and it was dark enough to make Kurt take notice.

"Looks like McKinley High is already safer."

"Yeah, without those two… Maybe the others won't be as bad," Kurt said hopefully.

"If anyone tries anything on you," Blaine hissed. "I swear, I'll…" He trailed off. "Well, it will be bad."

"Mmm, I'd love to see you kicking their butts."

"You would?" Blaine's eyes flashed. "I'd let you watch, if you wanted."

This time, Kurt decides as he nods, it's definitely a good shiver.

Blaine always gets what he wants. It was always the case - at least until his father had found out that he was gay.

"You're going to be straight if it’s the last thing you do."

Blaine had hidden in his room for a full week that summer. Then, for one week, he pretended to have found himself - and told his father that he'd realized he was straight after all.

At the end of that week, Blaine's father's car failed just as the wealthy businessman was driving on a mountain road.

"He died instantly," the doctor told Blaine softly. "There wasn't a lot of pain at the end."

Blaine nodded, tears in his eyes.

That poor boy, everyone thought. He's an orphan now.

They had no idea that Blaine was simply upset that the death was instant (not long and torturous).

But he was dead nonetheless, and his life insurance policy, as well as the regular inheritance, was enough so that Blaine would never have to work a day in his life - and his grandkids probably wouldn't have to either.

After a proper period of mourning, Blaine went right back to being gay and proud.

He got what he wanted at Dalton. Classes, grades, and boys.

But nothing had really mattered in life until he met Kurt.

Kurt Hummel was a beautiful angel sent from heaven just to tempt Blaine. He would do anything and everything to make Kurt his own. Even move, change schools, and get a little sloppy with the murders.

Things were happening slowly, but perfectly. With each day, Kurt fell harder for Blaine - and the older boy wanted Kurt even more desperately.

Then something unexpected had happened… Kurt had been fascinated by Azimio's dead body - and completely unfazed over Karofsky's suicide.

He wanted to watch Blaine beat up the other bullies.

Kurt was the sexiest, kinkiest angel ever, Blaine thought as he cuddled the sleeping boy. He was determined to keep the boy, in any way that he could.

Burt watched his son sleep in the arms of another boy. His baby looked so happy, even after what had happened. Now, he was comfortably snuggling, breathing deeply in and out,

According to Kurt, Blaine was the most perfect boy ever. So far Blaine Anderson had not done anything to disprove this. Burt would be as reasonable as he could be. After all, he couldn't deny Blaine's seeming devotion to Kurt - he'd transferred schools just to be with him.

Kurt groaned in his sleep, and nuzzled his face against Blaine's chest. The other boy sighed, and pulled Kurt in closer.

Maybe they weren't officially dating yet - but Burt knew it would be any day now. But amazingly enough, Burt thought - if there was one boy who deserved Kurt, it had to be this one.

Tuesday.

"So where are you staying?" Burt asked over breakfast.

"I bought a small place, just outside of town. It's small, but cozy…"

"You're living by yourself?" Burt was appalled.

"Well, both my parents are dead, and I'm emancipated. So I don't have anyone to live with… But hopefully you can come by sometimes," Blaine said shyly to Kurt.

Oblivious to his father's knowing look, Kurt reached across the jam to grab Blaine's hand. 

"Of course I will."

Something about Blaine just made Kurt forget about the world.

Just a few minutes into lunch, Kurt had snuggled up at Blaine's side, and was letting Blaine feed him crackers.

"Mmm," Kurt sighed, and Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him even closer.

"Fags," Someone yelled, and Blaine glanced up, memorizing the boy's face.

"Who's that?" Blaine asked softly, as he took Kurt's hand in his own.

"Derek Willis," Kurt shivered. "He and Eli Franks pushed me down the stairs last month. I had bruises for weeks."

Blaine’s answering growl was low and possessive.

"I've got you now," he promised. "I'll keep you safe."

Kurt sighed, and relaxed.

"I know," he says softly, trusting, and Blaine's heart soars, even as he glances over at Willis and Franks.

Friday.

"Coach Beiste came to ask me to join the football team today," Kurt says as he sits by Blaine.

"Why?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I was the kicker for them last year, for one game - I won it for them," Kurt tossed his hair proudly. "With Azimio and Karofsky gone, the team is two players short. Apparently their current kicker sucks, and Beiste heard about my tenure last year."

"Do you want to…"

"No," Kurt said firmly. "Football is not my cup of tea. I'm busy enough as it is."

Blaine just nods and smiles. He doesn't want Kurt on the team - not when most of those boys would hurt his boy as soon as talk to him.

"Still coming over tonight?"

"Of course," Kurt lights up. "I can't wait to see your place."

"You obviously need my help," Kurt says after ten seconds in Blaine's house. "I'm thinking of revoking your gay card. You have no idea how to decorate."

"Oh, stereotypes, stereotypes," Blaine laughs as he spins Kurt around. "We can go shopping this weekend."

"You know the way to my heart," Kurt flutters his eyelashes.

"Good," Blaine says quietly, looking at him, his emotions shining through his earnest face.

Kurt's stomach does little flips.

Saturday.

"Oh, this would be perfect for the living room, I'm seeing it on the southern wall, in the central window," Kurt says rapturously, stroking the frame of a beautiful flowery stained glass piece.

Blaine just smiles and beckons over to a sales clerk.

Kurt has already chosen over twenty items, and the clerks have learned that the things simply need to be rung up and loaded into the truck.  Kurt skips around the stores, pointing, pulling Blaine along by the hand.

"What else do you need?" Kurt asks breathlessly two hours later.

"Are you actually asking me?" Blaine teases.

Kurt flushes, and stammers.

"Oh - oh dear. It's your house, I've just been doing everything - I'm so sorry…"

Blaine takes both of his hands in his own, and steps in close.

"You have amazing taste, Kurt," he says softly. "I'm happy with all your choices. Anyways, I want you to feel at home, and if this is what it takes - "

"I'll feel at home no matter what, as long as you're there," Kurt rushes out, blushing.

Blaine can't stop the blinding smile that fills his face, or from reaching out to hold Kurt's pink face in his palms.

He leans forward and rests their foreheads together.

"I want you there every day," Blaine whispers. "And every night. I miss you every minute we're apart, and I can't wait for the day when we're old enough to move in together."

Kurt presses in close, and breathes in Blaine's smell.

"Let's go home," Kurt whispers.

It's still three hours before the movers Blaine has hired are finished putting everything in place.

Kurt's body is practically humming with tension.

He can't bear to touch Blaine right now - he can't trust himself not to do something.

As the movers are driving off, Kurt walks up to the porch, and finally lets Blaine take his hand.

"Come here," Blaine says roughly, and Kurt obeys. Blaine's arms wrap around him, and before Kurt quite realizes it, he's being scooped up into Blaine's arms.

He can't do anything but blush as Blaine carries him across the threshold.

"How does it look?" Blaine asks softly.

"Perfect," Kurt breathes.

Blaine chuckles, and carefully sets the other boy down.

Kurt trembles as he looks soulfully at Blaine.

Blaine just looks at him, and slowly, so slowly, tilts up and in, until their lips are almost touching. Kurt whimpers softly in anticipation, and there's no man in the world that could resist this, Blaine swears.

Their bodies practically melt against each other as their lips meet.

Blaine was planning on going slow, giving his angel soft, sweet kisses… But the way Kurt is quivering for him, Blaine simply has to open Kurt's mouth with his tongue and come inside.

Blaine wants to take Kurt apart, piece by piece, and acquaint himself with every inch of him. He starts by pushing Kurt up against the wall, tightening his grip in Kurt's hair, and tilting away to suck at a tender ear lobe.

Kurt's answering moan is practically sinful.

"Blaine."

"What do you want?" Blaine whispers, before kissing him again, hard and deep, exploring Kurt's mouth - so delicious, Blaine groans inwardly.

"You. Just you," Kurt mewls, and Blaine pulls him back in, kissing him until Kurt knows nothing but Blaine.

"I love you, I love you," Kurt pleads, and it is Blaine's turn to shiver.

"I love you, Kurt."

"Show me," Kurt whispers, hypersensitive and completely aware of every inch of their bodies pressed together, thigh to thigh, belly to belly, hip to hip - and yes that hot hardness right against his own.

"Show you?" Blaine's voice is hoarse, almost disbelieving. He is so close, so close - to having everything he wants.

"I want to be yours," Kurt moans. "Completely."

"You will be," Blaine says shakily.

He leads Kurt into the bedroom, and onto the bed that Kurt had picked out.

"You picked well," Blaine growls, when he stands back and slowly begins to undress. "You look beautiful on blue satin."

Kurt whimpers and watches Blaine get naked.

Blaine spends what seems like hours making sure Kurt is ready, leaving him a stammering, whimpering mess under Blaine, hot and flushed and crying with pleasure at the fingers that fill him.

Kurt is begging when Blaine decides he's ready.

"I love you," he tells Kurt, and slides into that perfect place that he's prepared so carefully. Kurt is amazing, especially now that he's looking up at Blaine like there's nothing in the world that matters as much as this.

Kurt just stares, not believing that this actually feels this good.

"Say something, love," Blaine whispers, and pulls out before going back in all the way.

Kurt gasps this time.

"Blaine," he whispers.

"Yes, love?"

"Oh Blaine," Kurt shivers.

"Kurt," Blaine replies, his voice shaky. Kurt feels amazing around him, better than anything Blaine had imagined. "You're mine," gasps Blaine.

"All yours," Kurt promises.

"And yours," Blaine swears in return.

They're both reduced to sounds after that, Kurt's incredibly hot little mewls and whimpers, Blaine's deep, unintelligible groans. It seems to last forever, but eventually Kurt feels it all wind up inside of him, coiling hot and deep in his belly.

This, Kurt thinks as he tips over the edge, forever.

Names are whispered, and Kurt pulls Blaine over with him.

As their shudders ebb away, Blaine wraps a blanket over them, and enfolds Kurt in his arms. It's peaceful, and finally they know, and Kurt is asleep in moments.

Blaine slips out while Kurt is sleeping, and calls Burt - lets him know that Kurt fell asleep while they were watching a movie - and he couldn't bear to wake him. Burt accepts the story, and says that he expects Kurt back for Sunday dinner, and Blaine as well.

While Kurt sleeps, Blaine finds his way into town, and waits until the party at Jenny West's house ends. He knows that Willis is going to be there.

Half an hour later, Willis stumbles out of the house, followed by four friends. Franks, Gibson, McPhearson, and Croft. All jocks who had made Kurt's life hell.

They're all drunk already, and headed out of town to find a bar that'll let them in. Blaine laughs when they decide to take a country road.

He purposely taunts them, tailgating them, until they start yelling at him. Blaine passes them, and leads them onto an even smaller road.

They follow him, drunk jocks eager to teach that punk a lesson, and follow him, tailgating closely. Blaine leads them along the road, speeding to seventy, and they match it.

Willis' driving is poor, and when Blaine scoots to the wrong side of the road, Willis follows. Blaine jerks right back onto the right way, but Willis can't turn in time.

The little car flies off the cliff, breaking the flimsy barrier, and Blaine happily slows and stops.

He gets out and looks down at the wreck.

The car had actually managed to hit a tree, fifty feet down. Nobody's moving. If any of them had actually survived... Blaine is sure that nobody is going to find them for a while. This is a very little-used country road.

Blaine laughs. Five all at once – it was a new record. This had been the best night of his life in more ways than one.

He heads back home and goes inside quietly before locking up again.

Sure enough, Kurt is still sleeping, and Blaine tucks himself right behind him. Kurt presses back into him, moaning quietly in his sleep, and Blaine's cock twitches, remembering the feel of Kurt around it.

"Mine," Blaine whispers fondly, and falls asleep dreaming of everything they would do in the morning.

Sunday.

Kurt is awoken in the most amazing way ever. Blaine has him in his mouth, licking hot and sweet on his head, one finger inside him, pressed just so.

He comes in a daze, and after Blaine swallows, he comes up to kiss Kurt good morning.

They spend another hour enjoying the bed, before Blaine insists on grabbing pop tarts. Kurt wolfs one down before jumping on Blaine again.

After all, there are so many things he wants to try, and they've only got a day.

"We have more time," Blaine frowns, and Kurt knows he must've spoken out loud. "We have forever."

Kurt looks at him in wonder.

"Yes. Yes we do."

Blaine kisses him, and Kurt is lost again.

But it's all right, because he knows Blaine will be there to find him every time.