First Glee fic! I started planning and writing this about a month ago but after discovering 'McKlainely High' by 'Beautifulwhatsyourhurry' I came to the conclusion that anything I could write would never be that good, But now I'm going to give it a shot.

By-the-by you should really read her story, it's amazing.

Disclaimer: I'm going to get this settled right now. I do not own Glee, if I did I would be writing 45 minutes of Klaine make out sessions and there would be an episode a day. Is that happening? No. therefore I do not own. All credit to Ryan Murphy (who, after S02E16, is one of my favourite people ever) I'll update you if this changes in the future but otherwise from now on just assume I still don't own it okay?

Well here we go…

Kurt sat in the front seat of his SUV, hands tapping the steering wheel nervously. It was nearly 4; he'd only been waiting 10 minutes and was already freaking out about what he was going to say. He tapped the screen of his iPhone and scanned the open message.

Blaine I really have to talk to you. Meet me soon? – K

Of course Kurt, coffee shop at 4? – B

Thanks, I'll see you soon – K

Kurt had arrived at the coffee place way too quickly after school had let out and understood that, with Dalton being out of town, it would take Blaine pretty much to the last minute to arrive. So he just sat there, nerves building and mind racing with the words he could say.

His dad and Carol had been so kind, offering up their Honeymoon money to get him to Dalton but he wasn't sure if he could do it. Safety was important yes, and he knew that saying no without thinking it through would be something he'd regret, especially if Karofsky was as serious about his threat as he seemed. However, over the past year, the New Directions had become so much more than just his first proper friends, they'd become his family, and Kurt knew better than most how important family was and didn't think he could bring himself to abandon them.

He had taken his phone out even before leaving his dad and step mom, sending the text to the one person he knew he needed to see in this situation, mumbling I need to think about this, I'll see you at home to the couple before heading to the rest of his lessons. The last couple of hours had gone by without him even realising it. During English he would glance up every now and again to see either his teacher staring down at him waiting for an answer to a question he hadn't even heard, or he'd see Mercedes staring blankly at him after having, more than likely, been trying to get his attention for a while. He'd apologised both times and they both seemed to just accept it and move on, it was pretty obvious to them that his head was not on the planet at the time.

He wasn't sure why Blaine had been the first person in his mind when he knew he needed someone to talk to about this. His new friend had become a sort of Mentor. They had spent so much time just hanging out since they had met and Kurt couldn't deny that he felt safe with Blaine, he knew it had only been a few weeks but he hoped that this boy would be around forever. He really looked up to the other boy and could no longer imagine his life without Blaine. Kurt knew he had a history of getting in too deep and taking things the wrong way but this time he truly felt something special, whenever Blaine was around nothing else mattered. He hoped he wasn't coming on too strong again. This last thought panicked Kurt slightly, what if I am? He thought nervously. What if Blaine does mind when I text him all the time, and complain about everything to him. I hope he doesn't think that I'm using him or anything.

He hadn't realised how much time had passed with his musings until a tap on his window made him look up.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice was muffled slightly behind the glass. Kurt smiled and Blaine stepped aside to allow him to open the car door and step out onto the pavement.

"Hi." Blaine smiled.

"Let's go inside." Kurt replied, Blaine swinging his arm slowly towards the building offering for Kurt to go first and they crossed the parking lot together. When they got inside Blaine turned to the taller boy and gestured towards the tables.

"Get a seat Kurt, I'll just go get the coffees," Kurt just nodded, knowing that there really was no point in attempting to argue with his dapper friend. Always the gentleman was Blaine.

Kurt took a seat at the far side of the café, away from the other customers and kept glancing up every few seconds towards the counter where Blaine waited in the line. He waited a few more minutes before Blaine was heading over to him with 2 coffees in his hands which he placed on the table and took a seat opposite Kurt. They sat in silence for a minute, sipping their coffees and occasionally looking up at each other before Blaine finally put his cup down in front of him and sighed.

"You said you needed to talk about something?" He searched Kurt's face with his eyes, forcing the taller boy to also sigh and lower his coffee away from his face.

"Yeah…" he paused, swinging the coffee slightly with his left hand, "Dad and Carol want to transfer me to Dalton to... You know…Karofsky's coming back," He offered up as semblance of an explanation. Blaine met his eyes with slight surprise.

"I didn't realise that was an option for you," he said after a moment.

"Honeymoon money," Kurt blurted out. "Uhh they want to use the money they've saved for their honeymoon." He sighed, and Blaine could feel the guilt seeping out of the boy before him.

"Ah…well what do you want?" Blaine wanted Kurt to tell him how he felt before giving him anything he could take out of context.

"I want to feel safe. I want to walk through the halls without fear of pain and humiliation…" Kurt paused for a second, looking away from Blaine and over to the counter where a group of teenagers were messing around and passing coffees between themselves.

"But…" Blaine prompted. Kurt turned to face him again, biting his lip and sighing.

"But I can't leave my friends. I love them; they're like my family now. Plus I really enjoy being on New Directions, even if the spotlight does predominantly fall on Rachel. It's the first place…" Kurt trailed off again, unsure of whether to admit what had been on his mind.

"The first place you felt like you belonged." Blaine finished for him. Picking up his coffee again he took a sip and held it out in front of his face how Kurt had earlier.

"How do you always know what I'm thinking?" Kurt smiled.

"You see I'm really an undercover government agent with experimental mind reading powers." Kurt laughed and shook his head slightly with mock shock.

"Ahh of course" Kurt giggled. He smiled a moment longer and then his face turned serious again. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands turning so that one eye was focused on Blaine through the brown locks.

"What do you think I should do Blaine?" Blaine put his coffee back down on the table and focused wholly on the soprano who looked so defeated. And he has every right to be Blaine thought idly being forced away from everything he knows because of goddamn bullies Blaine had regretted his decision to run so much that he couldn't let Kurt take this decision lightly.

"Well I guess, in the end, this has to be your decision Kurt. And no matter how much you think my opinion matters, you know yourself better than I do," He said quietly. "But if you want to know what I think then I'll tell you, because I care,"

"You're an individual Kurt. Completely unique. Dalton…while kind and understanding, doesn't truly recognise that. You see that we all wear uniforms and have regulation…pretty much everything? They won't stop you being who you are inside; you can be unique, just not out loud. And as for the Warblers, newbies don't get solos and the enthusiasm you show wouldn't exactly be welcomed with open arms by the council. They're a very straight line trio. It is something you get used to and in time maybe just accept. But…" Blaine paused for a second, seeming to weigh up the options of what he wanted to say, he finally continued keeping eye contact between he and Kurt for every word. "I don't want to see you lose yourself Kurt, because what you are is amazing." Kurt was stunned, he'd never been called amazing, he never considered anything about himself to be special or particularly interesting but here was this boy, this friend he hardly knew telling him this as if it was completely obvious.

If he hadn't been too stunned to reply, Kurt would have interrupted Blaine when he started to speak again.

"I know your life is so so important, and I couldn't stand it if something happened to you but maybe there are other ways to handle this, to let you be safe at McKinley so that you don't have to leave everything you love behind." Blaine had trailed off by the end of his speech and seemed to be deep in thought. They were both silent for a moment before Blaine suddenly stood up.

"I'll be right back." And then he was walking away and leaving the building. Kurt remained in stunned silence, his mind still processing what he'd just heard. What you are is amazing. One thought started to creep towards the front of Kurts mind. Is Blaine really that against Kurt being with him at Dalton? He couldn't really make sense of it, and in the end they had only known each other for a matter of weeks so he couldn't be too disappointed, but Kurt couldn't help but wonder if that was the hidden message in this. Of course that's not it. He battled the shadowing thought.

A hand on his shoulder and a whisper in his ear startled him out of his musings.

"What you thinking?" It was Blaine, back from wherever he'd been and Kurt once again fought back the notion of Blaine wanting to be away from him. He wouldn't have come all this way and said such beautiful things if he didn't really like Kurt.

"Just about all this." Kurt finally said, once Blaine was back in his seat.

Blaine looked contemplative for a second. He looked at Kurt, his head slightly inclined to the left. "Do me a favour," He said in a firm voice.

"Of course." Kurt nodded.

"Give it a week." Blaine started. "A week, and then if you still want to transfer then I won't stop you"

"Why a week?" Kurt questioned, what could happen in a week?

"Just do it Kurt, okay. Look, I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon yeah?" The sentence was rushed and Blaine was almost out of the door before Kurt could even respond.

"But…" Kurt stood, arm out towards Blaine but the dapper boy didn't stop.

"Okay?" Blaine finished, he was out of the door immediately after and it was obvious he didn't expect a reply.

Kurt slumped back into his seat taking his coffee in both hands and finishing it off, reaching behind himself to put the empty card cup in the trash. Folding his arms across his chest he sighed in frustration.

What just happened?

Kurt hadn't heard anything from Blaine since the meeting in the coffee shop, not even a text, and the young boy was starting to get worried. He was sure that Blaine was disappointed in him. With all the talk of 'courage' that passed between the two of them every day Kurt had still considered running away. He wasn't sure what had happened to Blaine to make him move to Dalton when he did but Kurt was pretty sure it must have been bad, worse than some Neanderthals and empty threats. As strong as he appeared to be on the outside, inside Kurt was ashamed. Ashamed for who he was as well as the coward he had become.

Dad always says that no one pushes the Hummel's around He thought idly, head angling slightly more towards the ground in defeat.

The last few days had been spent in a deep confusion due to the dapper boys parting words, and he had spent the week keeping his Dad off his back about the transfer. Burt wouldn't leave his son alone about it and Kurt had spent the weeknights so far at Mercedes house to avoid the questioning.

A week and then if you still want to transfer then I won't stop you

He'd told this to his father the day before and it seemed to settle him for that evening but Kurt hadn't stopped thinking about it since Blaine had left the coffee place. What could his new friend possibly expect to happen in a week that would stop Karofsky coming back, or terrorising him, or just being near him?

He stood by his locker just after lunch, lost in his musings, hands resting on his textbooks and eyes cast up towards the framed picture of said boy. He was constantly supplied with comments about the photo, from anyone who was near his open locker, but Kurt never knew what to say to them. He knew they'd never understand his connection with Blaine and his passion for courage. They had no idea that the photo was the one of the only reasons Kurt got through each day.

He stared at the photo for a few seconds, his eyes sparkling as they absorbed the image to be replayed in his head for the rest of the day. Even if he hadn't heard from his dapper friend in days it didn't stop his heart from warming when he sees that face. And that smile. He was about to close his locker and set off for his afternoon lessons when he heard a familiar voice speak some familiar words and his heart stopped.

"Excuse me can I ask you a question? I'm new here"