They ran for the end of the street as fast as they could, their breathing fast and their hearts pounding. They kept running when they heard a man shout behind them "OI!"

They kept running their hands linked the entire way, refusing to let the other go.

Thankfully, a siren was heard not too far away and a police car turned quickly into the street, its wheels skidding slightly. Kurt and Blaine ran towards the car just as two policeman jumped out of it. The man who murdered Frank had taken one look at the police and scarpered – nowhere to be seen.

Blaine and Kurt were taken in by the police and interviewed.

Blaine sat nervously in the interview room alone, his hands were cold yet sweaty also, he rubbed them together anxiously. Single tears kept falling down his cheeks, when by himself all he could hear was Frank's voice being silenced so quickly, so brutally. A similar thing was happening to Kurt alone in another room.

A female entered Blaine's room while a man entered Kurt's.

Blaine's interview

"Hi, my name is Sergeant Watson. I know it's been a rough night but can you answer a few questions for me?"

Blaine nodded, his eyes not meeting hers and looking down at the table.

"So Blaine Anderson, 23, moved to New York a little while ago, grew up in Ohio, brother of actor Cooper Anderson, this all correct?" she said softly and encouraging. Again, Blaine nodded.

"Before we get down to business, I love your brother's work." – Blaine rolled his eyes a bit, even after just witnessing a murder, his brother was still important to other people over him- "What were you doing down Jefferson Street tonight?"

Blaine's voice cracked as he began to speak at a low decibel. "I was late for meeting some friends for a drink so I decided to take a shortcut"

"And the other man, Kurt Hummel, had you meet him before?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, we got talking as we walked down the alleyway when we heard…" his voice trailed off as he tried not to relive the moment.

"You heard Frank Bennett and Ryan Davidson arguing?"

Blaine now had a name to put to that horrible face. "Ryan Davidson, you mean the guy who killed Frank? It was more him threatening Frank than an argument" Blaine reasoned. "It wasn't a fair test I see" he paused and then added "hang on, how did you know his name? He got away"

"Mr Davidson is well-known to us Mr Anderson, a drug-dealer, loan shark, killer but he keeps slipping out of our grasp" she said, wistfully, as if they were so close yet so far.

Blaine contemplated this information. This guy had killed before? He rubbed his eyes sleepily – all he wanted was to get out of here.

"That's all for now Mr Anderson. We may need to contact you regarding other details, thank you for your time"

Blaine gave a tiny smile but there was no emotion behind it, he headed towards the desk to collect his cell phone and keys.

Kurt's interview

"Mr Hummel?" the man's voice was oddly friendly and lively for just past midnight.

"Hi" Kurt answered quietly.

"Just need to check a few things with you – so Kurt Hummel, 24, New York resident of a year, born in Ohio, Son of Burt Hummel?"

"Correct" Kurt said, lifting his head slightly.

"So why were you walking down Jefferson Street tonight?"

"I was heading home, I'd been working late and my roommate was worried about me so I decided to take a shortcut home-" he glanced at his watch-"oh god, she will be even more worried about me now, I told her I'd be home two hours ago"

"She? Is she your girlfriend? Do you need my colleagues to call her?"

"No, Rachel's not my girlfriend, she's my best friend. I'm gay anyway. It's fine, I'll call her when we're done here"

The policeman smiled simply and carried on with his questions.

"So you heard the two men arguing? You had never met or seen either before?"

"No, never"

"Ryan Davidson is a well-known drug dealer and killer. He's bad news so you will need to stay in contact with us for a little while. I think we are done here. We'll be in touch" he shook Kurt's hands and looked back at his notes. Kurt stood up and headed towards reception.

"Thanks" Blaine said weakly as another police officer handed over his cell phone, his wallet and his keys and he turned round to bump straight into Kurt.

"Oh hey" "Hello" they said over each other.

"Want me to wait?" Blaine said.

"If you like" Kurt replied – Kurt signed out his belongings and then the pair headed out the police station.

"So this was a novel way to meet huh?" Blaine said, attempting to keep a conversation going even though his heart wasn't in it.

"Definitely" Kurt replied quietly.

"Look, we went through a lot tonight and considering we went through it together, I want to stay in touch with you. Here's my number" Blaine said, passing over a small piece of paper.

"I agree. I will see you around Blaine" Kurt smiled a little then he turned round to hail down a nearby taxi. Just as he was about to climb into it, he said to Blaine "I never did say, thank you for holding my hand earlier. I needed it"

Blaine nodded. "We both did"

Kurt opened the door to his apartment wearily, where he was met with an armful of Rachel. "Kurt, I was so worried, are you okay?" she buried her head deep into his shoulder and her eyes were red from crying. Kurt hugged her back tightly – she may be crazy but she was his best friend and she must have been scared out of her mind, Kurt knew he would have been had it have been her.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm sorry" He kissed the top of her head.

"I got a call from the police saying you were with them; I thought you'd been hurt or something"

"I will tell you in the morning, I promise but I'm really tired right now Rach"

"Okay, as long as you're safe now" she pulled back from the hug and gave him a small smile.

The second Kurt's head hit his pillow, he was asleep.

Blaine's phone had been buzzing for a while. Numerous texts from Jeff and Nick

"Blaine, where are you?"

"We just heard police cars like crazy away from the street, what's happening?"

"Blaine, the officers just said you went with them, are you okay?"

"We're going home; call us in the morning so we know if you are okay!"

Blaine couldn't face them right now. He couldn't face his mother or brother either, both of them had texted him too.

"Blaine, heard what happened, that's rough man, police rang me, hope you're okay, call me – A"

"Sweetie, I don't know all the details but make sure you call me in the morning, if you don't I'm getting on the next flight to New York, look after yourself tonight sweetie, I can't imagine how you must be feeling, I love you darling. – Mom xxx"

Blaine didn't know what to feel to be honest.