Sorry I'm a day late. Here's chapter 3!

"Finn, this really isn't necessary. I'm fine. Just a little bruised up."

"Yeah. We'll have to take a look at that later. I'm sure that pale skin of yours bruises really easily." I was so enraged, I didn't even know what I was saying anymore.

A bit of blush appeared on Kurt's face. "Finn, really, if you take me to Figgins' office, he's going to call our parents."

"Kurt, they need to know. This is getting out of hand."

"Well, I could at least walk there on my own."

"No, this way I know you're safe." Kurt's blush got deeper, but he didn't say anymore.

I bursted into Figgins' office and cautiously placed Kurt in one of the chairs.

"Finn, what's this about?"

"Karofsky has been bullying Kurt and I am sick of it. I want him out of here."

"Let's settle down, okay? We need to talk this through. I will call your parents."

I sat down next to Kurt and waited.

"I don't know about this Finn," he whispered. "What if Karofsky stays true to his threat?"

"Kurt, I already said I'm not going to let him hurt you."

He looked up at me, blue eyes sad and scared. He was so vulnerable, it was heart breaking. "You can't always be around Finn. That's not fair. You have your own life and things to worry about. You shouldn't be focused on protecting me all the time."

"Kurt, I am not going to let you be bullied for no reason."

He looked down. "Why not, Finn? Why not? Why does it matter now? Because I'm your brother? You let it happen last year. It's not like you're not to blame for this too!"

"And you think I'm not trying to make up for it?" I stood. "Why do you think I've been saving your ass? Yes, you're my brother now and I care about you. And I cared about you last year, but Quinn had my brain all messed up. Why can't you just accept that?" I yelled. And I knew I probably shouldn't have, but I couldn't take it back now. Kurt and I were falling back to square one all because of these stupid feelings I can't get rid of and stupid Karofsky being an asshole. I walked out and headed to the bathroom.

I was hit with guilt the minute I looked at myself in the mirror. Mom and Burt were probably there now. If Figgins called Karofsky in, it would look like Kurt told on him; giving him more of a reason to bully him.

I should've been there. I really should have been there, but couldn't bring myself to go.

When I got myself together, I went to class and tried not to think about what I'd done. But when I got home, avoiding the issue was impossible.

"Where were you today, Finn?" Burt's voice rang threw the living room the minute I stepped through the door.

I cleared my throat, "At school, sir." I couldn't reach his eyes.

"You know what I mean. Where were you today when we saw Kurt in the principal's office?"

"I was in class," I looked around, hoping Kurt would be there to help me out, but it was just me and Burt.

"And why weren't you with your brother? Huh? Is it not part of your responsibility to watch out for him and help him?"

I hated being yelled at, especially by Burt. He never lets up. I knew I sort of messed up, but had Kurt really not told him that I was the one to get him there in the first place? That I was the one who's been helping him out the past week?

"—because he doesn't feel safe. Is that what you wanted?"

Shit. What had Burt said? "No, sir, of course not. Listen, I haven't been bullying Kurt and I have been trying to help him out. I'm trying my best."

He took a deep breath. "Just go help him pack."

"Wait. What?"

"He's not living here anymore. It's a boarding school."

So, Kurt was transferring? I flew down the stairs to the basement. Kurt was at our closet with his suitcase open on the floor.

"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I'm sorry, Finn. It's not like I've had a chance. You weren't really there when we had the discussion," he snapped.

"Look, I'm sorry about that, okay? I was just upset." I walked to him.

He looked up at me, his eyes were glistening. "I don't want to leave Dad, Carole and you, or even glee, but if it's the only way I can be safe, I have to. I visited Dalton a week ago when things started to get tough. It's a private boarding school and they have an extremely low tolerance for bullying."

"Kurt, really, I can protect you at school."

"Finn, I appreciate that, but you and I both know it's not enough." The tears started to fall right onto his Alexander something-or-another scarf he was holding. I took the scarf and draped it over the closet door, before pulling him to me.

I rubbed his back and repeated "it's okay" I don't know how many times until he finally pulled away.

"Thank you, Finn. I'm sorry I got so upset today and yelled at you."

"It's cool. I'm sorry too." I smiled. "Do you still want me to look at those bruises?" I couldn't believe I was asking.

"Sure, I guess," he said and turned around.

I lifted up his shirt. There were light blue shapes winding around his protruding shoulder blades, but nothing else was visible. "They don't look too bad," I said. And again my eyes were glued to that pale skin. I took my hand and ran it down his back, not being able to stop myself this time.

He shivered and I forced myself to back away. "S-sorry."

"It's fine," he said breathlessly and pulled his shirt down. "I-I should finish packing."

"Right. I'll help you." I said, still a little confused about what had just happened. I grabbed the scarf from the closet door and handed it to him before searching through the clothes. "Are you taking all of these?"

He stepped beside me, not looking in my direction. "Most of them. I'll need to leave some here for the weekends. I don't want to lug a suitcase back every week."

"So, you're not completely disappearing?"

"No. Disappointed?" He teased, his lips curling up.

"Not at all," I laughed.

"I'm really going to miss you, Finn."

"I'll miss you too, buddy." I ruffled his hair.

He gave me a playful glare and put some stray strands back into place.

We finished packing about an hour later. I had no clue Kurt had so many clothes. I mean, he didn't even wear half of them. So, we wound up making a pile for charity donation and boxed them up.

"I'll have my dad take those tomorrow."

"Cool," I said, picking up his suitcase. "Can you get the doors?"

"Yeah," he replied and walked up the stairs. I followed him and looked up. Bad idea. I was immediately hit with the best view of Kurt's ass.

As much as I hated for Kurt to leave, I needed this break. I needed to be away from him so these little thoughts would disappear.