The next few weeks put a strain into Kurt's life; everything was different. Blaine had officially moved in with Kurt, which made them both quite happy, despite Blaine ruthlessly training for the music academy that The Commander was sending him at the start of the spring semester. Kurt had gone ahead and started looking for a new job. There wasn't much available for him at the moment, with his limited education, so he re-enrolled at his university for the spring (to keep him busy with Blaine gone) and he got a job in retail until the start of term.
Despite being in training, Blaine served as Kurt's eyes and ears in the CIA in regards to Puck's trial, as he had refused to go himself. He'd look hopeful when his boyfriend came home, all excited for news about the defence, or the offense, or whatever what happening in court at the time. The worst days were when nothing happened at all, and he knew that Puck was just waiting in a holding cell.
When Blaine came home and brought news that Puck's jury had gone to deliberate his fate, Kurt nodded and went about cooking the two of them dinner in silence. He refused to talk for the rest of the night.
It took them five days.
They were the longest days of Kurt's life, or that was how it seemed.
Finally, on the fifth day, Blaine opened the door and told Kurt to sit down. He held Kurt's hands and explained that Puck's trial took the longest because The Commander spoke at the end, right before the jury went into deliberation. While the jury did find him guilty of aiding a criminal and partaking in violent crimes, The Commander said a reliable source told him that Puck was a good person, and was just in a bad situation. Puck had, apparently, made a deal with the prosecution to testify against his old co-workers in hopes for a lesser punishment.
And so it was.
His sentence was reduced. From fifteen years in prison to two years with more community service hours than Puck knew what to do with. He would also be under house arrest once he was released. He would also be eligible for parole.
Kurt blinked at Blaine, stunned. "You're kidding me!"
"And if he's good in prison, he could get out earlier on good behaviour. There's a good chance he'd get out in one year or less." Blaine explained. Kurt knew all this- it was required of him when he worked with the CIA to know all the legal jargon, even if he didn't need to use it in his work.
He laughed, throwing his arms around Blaine and hugging him tight. He had forgiven Puck for everything he had done ages ago- he was glad that a group of his peers was able to forgive him as well.
With that hurtle tackled, the only one left was the new school term. He helped Blaine train on his off hours, singing, dancing and fighting with him to cover all of the areas that he'd need when in the new school.
But no amount of training would prepare them for the day that Blaine had to board a train with Ryan Gheiler, his new partner. They stood on the platform with tears pooling in all four eyes. "I'll see you in a few weeks for break, right?" Kurt asked, hopeful.
His boyfriend shook his head. "No. Full term, plus some courses over the summer. I'll call you though." The Commander was nice enough to give the both of them phones that were, more or less, impossible to tap.
"Promise?" Kurt asked, looking down at their entwined hands.
Blaine kissed Kurt slowly, passionately, just like the day that Kurt resigned from the CIA. "I promise." A warning train whistle echoed throughout the platform and stragglers hustled to the proper train. "Goodbye Kurt Hummel. I'll talk to you soon."
He moved in to kiss Kurt on the cheek but Kurt moved away. "Silly Blaine. I'm never saying goodbye to you." Kurt kissed their hands and then Blaine's lips, pulling away ever so slightly. "I'll see you soon, Mr. Anderson."