Blaine had calmed his family down and ensured them he was okay. Kurt had told Rachel everything. For a few days, they hadn't heard anything from the police so they were beginning to think maybe they could get the lives back to normal.

Until…

Kurt was lying on the couch, the TV was on but he wasn't really paying attention to it, his mind was wandering, trying to think of something to distract from the sound of the gunshot inside his head but yet he could think of nothing else. His phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket, making his mind more alert. It was a text from a number he didn't recognise but he immediately knew who it was.

"Police Station just called me. Want me to go in, have they talked to you? – Blaine"

Kurt frowned. Something must have happened.

"No, not yet. They may do soon or maybe they just need you – Kurt"

The phone buzzed with a reply almost instantly.

"Whatever it was it sounded important, I think they need both of us. Reckon they caught him? – Blaine"

"I hope so. Maybe we can finally forget about it - Kurt"

"Not sure I'm ever gonna be able to forget it – Blaine"

Kurt couldn't bring himself to answer – he was thinking the exact same thing. But then his landline rang, he groaned miserably knowing who it would be.

"Hello?" he said weakly into the phone.

"Kurt Hummel? This is Sargent Watson. I'm going to need you down at the police station in an hour's time. Is that okay?"

"What's happened?" Kurt asked urgently.

"I cant tell you right now Mr Hummel. Please come to the station"

"I'll be there" he hung up and slumped back down onto the couch, his head resting on his hand.

Kurt and Blaine were told to enter a room and wait for a Detective Mandel to get there. They were sat in silence, neither knowing what to say to the other. Blaine was the first to speak – he hated silence. He moved his chair a little closer to Kurt's and nudged him gently on the arm.

"How are you holding up?" he asked softly.

"I've been better" Kurt replied honestly.

"Same here" he paused before adding "I keep hearing the guns-"

"Don't" Kurt cut him off sternly and finally he turned his head to look Blaine in the eye. Blaine could see his eyes were filling with tears. "Don't make me talk about it yet"

Blaine nodded and was about to reach out to give Kurt's hand a squeeze when the door opened.

A tall but plump man of about 50 entered the room and smiled warmly at them, moving to sit behind the desk in which they were seated in front of.

"Hello boys, I'm Detective Jonathan Mandel of the State Police"

"State police?" Blaine asked, confused, "Why not NYPD?"

"This man we are looking for, the one you ran into is wanted in basically every state. It requires me, I'm afraid"

"Why are we here detective?" Kurt said, the worry in his voice wavering.

Detective Mandel sighed and took off his hat, revealing a head of brown but slowly greying hair. "We understand this is a very difficult time for you both, you've seen something no-one wants to see but unfortunately, Ryan Davidson saw you. He knows your faces. Now, he doesn't know your names but he knows what you look like. And you know what he did that night. This man is a violent person. He will stop at nothing to make sure he isn't caught. We need you both to go into Witness Protection"

"WHAT?" Kurt and Blaine both exclaimed.

"I …I can't, I have a job here, friends, my family!" Kurt stuttered out.

"I've lived here barely a month! I can't just move!" Blaine protested.

Detective Mandel put a hand up to shush them both. "And your own safety is more important than a job?" he reasoned, raising his eyebrows a little.

Blaine leant back in his chair, contemplating, his eyes flashing with thoughts. Eventually, he nodded and turned to Kurt "He's right. I don't want to end up like Frank" shuddering a little as he said the last sentence.

Kurt avoided eye contact with Blaine and stared very intently at his hands. Kurt gave a choked sob and didn't say anything. At the noise, Blaine proceeded to gingerly place a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder, when Kurt didn't move, Blaine leaned into his ear and whispered softly "We'll be okay, I promise" Kurt jumped a little at the voice but turned his head towards Blaine's. Finally, he gave a tiny nod.

"Where would we go?" Blaine said.

"Garden City, Utah"

"UTAH?" They spluttered together.

"That's over 2000 miles away!" Blaine nearly shouted.

"It is also 2000 miles away from a killer who is most likely looking for you"