A/N: Wow, what happened to updating every story on update Mondays? Ha-ha well work has been crazy now that I'm cast as an extra in a movie and I try to write whenever I can so…It's finally here! Along with my other two stories that have also been updated: "Getting to Know You" and "Take a Bite of My Heart Tonight"

Warning: Mild swearing

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or its characters. All property goes to Fox, Ryan Murphy, and the rest of its owners.

Finding Courage

Chapter 14: The Plan

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I gasped and my eyes flew open reading the paper. I'm panicking, what the hell is going to happen now?

It's a good thing I know where you live now. I can finish my business that I couldn't before: killing you. –CD

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I needed to be strong. I needed to be strong for Kurt.

I was freaking out inside though, how could this happen? When I came out, I never thought I could get a boyfriend during high school, as wonderful and as perfect to me as Kurt. Now everything that could go wrong—went wrong. Now I have no clue how to fix this, I have to fix this; I have to have a plan.

What's the plan?

I looked up at Kurt and he was biting his fingernails—a bad habit of his—and his hands started to tremble. Honestly, I had no clue what to do.

"I'm scared, Blaine." Kurt said weakly, so weak it could shatter my heart if that was possible. I wanted to say me too, because if I was to be honest, I would say that. But Kurt doesn't need any more worry; he needs someone to help him.

"Where did you find this?" I pointed to the paper.

"In my car, Finn just gave it to me before you came in," Kurt replied. I grimaced at the thought of finding this in Kurt's car, curious as to what Finn's reaction was.

"Kurt this—this man knows where you live. I think…you may not like this…but I think the simplest solution is to find somewhere else to live until he comes to the realization that he can't find you," I said slowly.

Kurt gasped, immediately hating what I said, but as I continued to speak he sadly agreed.

"But where can I go? I don't think Mercedes would like the last minute—"

"I think you need to be with someone who understands what you're going through, understands about your outbursts, medicine, panic attacks, all that stuff," I interrupted him, slowly sitting by his feet on the bed, trying to hint that the best person for Kurt to live with for now would be me.

"Like who?" he asked, looking up at me.

I blushed, can't believe I had to spell it out to him. "Like me."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "You want me to…to live with you?" he whispered.

"And my parents," I immediately added, knowing how bizarre and grown-up that had to sound to him. He bit his lip at that thought, never having a great relationship with my parents. "Kurt this man has recently been here to put this in your car. We need to think about this, you need to be safe."

"Can you ask my dad first?" Kurt asked sadly. My heart broke for him, knowing how sudden and different this had to be for him.

"Of course I'll ask your dad. I'll bring him this note and explain it all to him if Finn hasn't yet, alright?" Kurt nodded sadly. Before I rushed out of his room to face Burt I couldn't help but see the sadness shown on Kurt's face as he looked around his bedroom.

"I'm so sorry about this, but if your dad says yes, I will make you feel as comfortable at my house as you would here. I swear," I promised to him before I gave him a kiss on the head and proceeded into the living room.

When I entered, they were all sitting on the couch. The TV was off and they all looked up at me at the same time with worry shown clearly on their faces. I glanced at the front door: it was locked.

Burt never locks his house.

"You know about it?" I asked Burt.

He nodded and scratched his head, "What the hell are we supposed to do?" he asked, mainly to Carole who had her face buried in her hands. I knew this was the best time I could offer my plan.

"Sir you can—"

"Call me Burt," he interrupted kindly.

I blushed, knowing how strange it was for me to call him that. But I didn't want to give him a bad vibe right now; this was something serious I needed his approval on.

"Burt. You can disagree with me but I think this is the best solution…Kurt needs to get far away from Lima as possible. With Charles hanging out at the local grocery store and knowing Kurt's address somehow… except for when Kurt goes to school and comes here…" I trailed off.

Burt's eyebrows furrowed when I mention him coming home, I assumed he was starting to guess where I was getting at.

"What are you saying?" he asked me.

"I think Kurt should move in with me and my parents. They are very accepting of us." Well my dad is… "I'll find one of Kurt's friends', who lives between Lima and Westerville for him to carpool with, and he can visit here but he can't stay here because of this." I pointed to the paper in my hand, they all flinched. "And my house is all the way in Westerville and I know of his situation, with the panic attacks, outbursts…all of it. What do you think?" I asked, holding in a nervous breath.

Burt looked hesitant, Finn looked shocked, and Carole completely agreed. She placed her hand on Burt's shoulder and rubbed it. He looked at her and they shared a glance, then Burt looked up at me.

"That would be the best solution, kiddo. When Kurt was in the ER, he wanted to visit you first. You knew about his situation longer than me. I'll talk with him, and then he'll pack an overnight bag."

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Kurt's family and I agreed it would be best for him to move in with me as soon as possible. After all, Charles does know where Kurt lives—somehow—and we shouldn't take our chances. We agreed that Kurt could pack a few things for tonight and that I'd leave out pretty freaking early to take him to school and then drive all the way back to Dalton.

Kurt said Santana lives in a neighborhood between Lima and Westerville. I called her and explained it to her and surprisingly she instantly agreed to help provide rides whenever she can. After school tomorrow she is going to take Kurt to my house and on Sunday we'll visit his family and pack more things for the week.

I sucked in another nervous breath sitting in my driveway.

"Blaine we've been sitting here for fifteen minutes, when are we going to go in? Are they that bad?"

"No it's just…this is kind of short notice. My parents are the kind of people who live on plans." I shrugged.

"Well we need to see what happens. Whatever happens we'll work through it, right?" Kurt smiled at me, squeezing my hand.

I smiled back, amazed at his confidence and support. "Of course, let me get your wheelchair."

Once Kurt was settled in, I placed his duffle bag over my shoulder and pushed the chair up the front porch's brick steps. I opened the door and wheeled him through before closing the door behind me.

"I'm home!" I announced to the house, unsure of who would answer me. After a few moments of silence, I heard one of my parents answer back.

"Your father went to bed, sweetie. I'm in the kitchen!" I heard mom. Crap. I was hoping I could talk to dad, he of course knows Kurt's situation better than mom.

"Here we go." I whispered where Kurt couldn't hear me and took in a deep breath.

Here's the deal with mom, she's never flat out said that she didn't accept me; she was just uncomfortable when I came out to them and never talked about it again unlike dad.

I wheeled Kurt in our kitchen. Mom had her back turned to us, sitting at the table and absorbed by her checkbook. Mom must have heard Kurt's wheels against the tile floor, because she turned around in her seat and gasped when she saw him.

He bit his lip and looked at her uncomfortable.

"Oh it's your—your—"

"My boyfriend, mom," I firmly interrupted her. She bit her lip at my tone and stood up from the kitchen table, staring Kurt down. He began to squirm and try to wheel his wheelchair back but I had the chair under my complete control. She lifted a finger and traced the outline of Kurt's jaw.

"How are you coping, Kurt? With the bruises?" she bluntly asked, touching his face.

I wanted to take her hands from him and hold him, I noticed his hands started to shake and this couldn't end well.

Kurt began to stutter, "I—I—"

"He's slowly healing, mom. Stop touching him," I replied for him and bit my tongue at the last part, which kind of just came out.

She ignored Kurt and walked over to me. "What did you say?" she asked me. I sighed and looked at the floor. "Eyes up here, Blaine," I heard a warning in her voice and I looked at her in the eyes.

"I need to talk to dad," I said.

"That's not what you said." She crossed her arms at me.

"Fine, I said to stop touching him. He has…emotional trauma and I don't want you to upset him. You have no idea what all we've been going through," I addressed to her, I looked at Kurt out of the corner of my eye to make sure he was still in the kitchen, his mouth was in shock with the way I was speaking to my mother.

Her eyebrows rose when I said "we've" and she ran a manicured hand through her wavy, shiny, black hair, ignoring to pester me anymore, which I was thankful for.

"Fine young man, you can speak with your father. But he's not going to like being woken up, he's a busy man and needs his sleep." She shrugged and walked back to the table. I stared at her in confusion. "Go wake him up," she ordered me.

I placed Kurt's duffle bag on one of the kitchen chairs and muttered for Kurt to follow me. I walked down a hallway that formed beside the kitchen until I came to the last room on the right. I instructed Kurt to stay put and he nodded silently.

I knocked on the door and heard the bed squeak as dad was obviously stirred from his sleep.

"Katherine..." he mumbled.

"No dad it's me, Blaine." I frowned.

"What is it?" he grumbled.

"Can I come in, dad?" I asked. Kurt looked at me strange when I asked permission to enter my parent's bedroom. I assumed he didn't have to do that at his house. Instead of my dad replying, his bedroom door open and he appeared before me, rubbing his eyes.

He immediately was shocked to see Kurt. I quickly explained everything to him and he was on his feet at once. He suggested for Kurt to sleep on the cot in the guest bedroom that was directly across from mine.

I explained the hassle of pushing the wheelchair up our grand staircase—and that I'm slightly smaller than him—and dad shrugged like it was no big deal and tried to carry Kurt over his shoulders, which ended in Kurt hyperventilating so I had to make due and carry Kurt up the staircase, then I helped walk him into the guest room.

After dad and I prepared a bed for Kurt, he was about go downstairs to his own bedroom but I stopped him by the arm and closed the guest room's door behind me.

"Can you talk to mom, please?" I begged him.

"Is she giving you two a hard time?" he rolled his eyes. I nodded. "Blaine you have to know that she just…doesn't understand how gays work and stuff," he tried to explain.

I crossed my arms, immediately feeling offended. It's fantastic how homosexual couples have to explain their love when heterosexual couples don't. I'm being sarcastic of course.

"How they work? What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"She's still coming to terms with how a male can love a male in the way they are supposed to love a female basically," dad explained, obviously memorizing this speech.

"It's—it's not my fault I was born this way, attracted to the same sex." I shifted my arms uncomfortably, having this conversation with him.

"Listen I'll talk to her okay? She will leave you and Kurt alone, but I can't guarantee that she'll come to term with acceptance. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, right?" Dad shrugged.

I scoffed, "I suppose. I just wish my mom's opinion is what makes me happy." I turned on my heel and placed my hand on the doorknob, about to turn the door open when I felt dad's hand on my arm.

"Hey, I said I'll talk to her," he affirmed softly.

I shook my head at him. "Don't bother," I said, entering Kurt's guestroom quietly. I didn't know if he was asleep or not but after all that just happened, I needed to apologize and kiss him goodnight.

The lights were off except for a lamp on a nearby nightstand. I couldn't see his expression if he was sad or angry; his back was turned away from the lamp and the door. I looked close and saw he was already settled into his pajamas.

I kneeled beside his bed and placed a hand carefully on his waist, feeling the bandage underneath the thin pajama top material underneath my fingers. "I am so sorry about that baby. I honestly didn't know that was going to happen," I apologized.

Kurt didn't move or say anything for a while, maybe he was crying I assumed. He usually tries to avoid eye contact and talking with me when he cries after emotional outbursts, which is weird because I didn't see him have one…

"I'll be fine," Kurt mumbled sleepily into his pillow eventually.

I sighed, "I want you to be comfortable here though. What happened in the kitchen was extremely uncomfortable and highly unacceptable of her." He said nothing, just rolled over on his back and looked up at me sleepily. "I'm going to do whatever is in my power for you to be safe," I vowed to him.

His blue eyes lit up as well as a smile appearing on his face. "I love you," he said.

I grinned back to him, "I love you too, so much." I gently held the sides of his face and kissed him slowly, savoring the taste and the quiet moment, sighing a little into the kiss.

When I pulled away he had the most loving gaze in his eyes that I wanted to mentally photograph.

"I wish you could be with me tonight." He blushed.

"Well my bedroom is right across the hall so you go in there if you need me, your wheelchair's by the nightstand right?" he nodded. "Goodnight, Kurt." I gave him a lingering peck on the lips.

"Goodnight," he sighed.

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After school Friday, I received a text from Kurt saying him and Santana were on their way to my house. When I got home I took a quick shower and started on homework, knowing it would be an hour before they got here.

Luckily, both of my parents were at work so I didn't need mom's strange attitude looming around when Kurt got home.

Forty-five minutes later, when I printed out my finalized paper and stored it in a safe place above my desk, I heard the doorbell. I ran down the staircase and through the marble foyer to the large, oak, front door. I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my curls, then opened the front door. Kurt smiled and Santana had a strange smirk on her face.

"Hey, mom's not home yet." I bent down to give Kurt a short, welcoming, hug and then stepped aside to allow him to wheel himself inside. I looked behind me as I watched him wheel himself into my kitchen for a drink or snack.

"Here, I'll give you some money for your time and gas." I reached into my back pocket but Santana gripped my arm and shook her head immediately.

"I don't need money. I want to help him." She gave me a sincere look that I recognized she didn't give to too many people.

I nodded slowly, acknowledging her kindness but I didn't feel right with not at least giving her twenty dollars. "I know but I still—"

"Don't. Please, my dad's a doctor, money isn't an issue." She interrupted me with a shrug of her shoulder. I didn't know if she was telling the truth or what the deal was…but she was practically begging for me to not lend her money. I nodded in response, oh well then; guess I can keep that extra money.

I was about to offer her to come in because she was standing outside the doorway awkwardly and clasping her hands. It wasn't until she looked in the air and blinked her eyes a few times, that I noticed her eyes were shimmering—on the verge of tears—I knew right away that something was wrong with her.

"Do…do you want to come in?" I asked her gently. She nodded but remained standing. I was so confused; she took a deep, shaky breath and then turned away, her back facing me.

I glanced behind me to make sure Kurt wasn't around because I knew Santana was uncomfortable with showing these emotions.

"What's wrong?" I asked stepping outside, closing the door behind me

"I'm—I'm such a coward," she sobbed, holding her face in her hands.

"Wha—what are you talking about?" I asked her, still highly confused.

She looked around my front yard and then bit her lip before answering. "I like girls the way I'm supposed to like boys…" I frowned at the way she said that. No one said she was supposed to like them. "I love Britney, she's my best friend, you know her?" She sobbed, finally glancing up to look at my eyes for a second.

"No but uh…I think I had a poster board with her name on it…" I trailed off, remembering something about a unicorn or something...

"She's amazing and so beautiful and…I decided to not be with her because of the looks or what people might think and look at Kurt…he has you and he went through all of this because he's not afraid of who he is. That's why I want to help him, I want to help you both, with anything you two need," she explained, crying the whole time.

I wanted to offer a hug, a shoulder to cry on maybe. But I did hardly know her and she would probably refuse me.

"Thank you. I am so sorry but hopefully someday you can muster up the courage to realize that this is you, and it's perfect. No matter what people think. You're not alone, my mom still doesn't accept Kurt and me," I offered.

She sighed and wiped her dark fingers underneath her eyes. "I'm sorry to blubber up like this I—I'm going shopping later and…I need to beat traffic so…take care of him, Blaine. I caught him trying to walk from one sink to the other in the Girl's room today. Then big nose helped him in his chair."

I raised an eyebrow at the "big nose" comment.

"Berry. Rachel Berry," she clarified.

I shrugged, still not understanding that well. "You take care too, Santana. If you don't mind…Kurt needs carpooling to my house during the week after school…" I suggested.

"Yeah, I'll help out, anything you two needs. I guess I…should get going." She shrugged and threw up a hand at me as a good-bye.

I did the same and waited until she started up her car before entering the house.

Wow. I wasn't expecting that. When I opened my front door I saw Kurt there in his chair, almost as if he was waiting on me.

"Oh, hey Kurt." I grinned, a little scared to find him right there as soon as I opened the door.

"What were you two talking about?" he asked suspiciously, drinking a gulp from a water bottle he took from the kitchen.

"Just…rides and stuff for the rest of the week." I shrugged, walking into the living room with Kurt wheeling after me. Of course I don't like lying to Kurt, it makes me feel horrible. But technically, I wasn't lying, I did ask for her to take him here after school. Also, I didn't know if this was confidential stuff, I'm not one to break secrets so I couldn't blurt out what we talked about, even if it is Kurt.

After I settled him into the couch with me, I gave him his medicine and we were flipping through the TV channels when it landed on the news. Oh god, they were talking about Charles Dunway: the trial for him against his first victim was today. I didn't know if Kurt was comfortable with watching this.

I glanced at him and he gasped, seeing footage of Charles Dunway walk up the court steps. Out of reflex, I wrapped my arms around Kurt for support and he relaxed into my touch.

"Do you want to watch this? We can turn it," I suggested, holding the remote out towards the TV.

"No, no I want to see this," Kurt insisted, holding on to my sleeve.

I shrugged and turned the volume up a little. "Charles Dunway was found innocent, as the defendant was found to have little evidence to their accusations. Anderson, attorney at law, says he is filing another case for his next client, Dunway's claimed second victim," the reporter announced.

I sighed; this is when I wish Kurt would press charges. He has the most evidence seemed to remind me of it. Kurt could be the person to put this man in jail, to rot where he belongs; I wish he would do it.

"Innocent? What the hell?" Kurt let out an outburst.

I bit my lip, I didn't know if this was Kurt's emotions or Kurt himself. So I didn't know how to react to this.

"Don't you agree?" he shrieked, turning to face me.

"Of course, of course I do," I replied, rubbing his shoulders.

"It just isn't fair. How the hell did he win this?" Kurt sniffed.

"Peter obviously didn't have enough evidence is what they said," I shrugged, maybe hinting Kurt would change his mind.

Just then, I heard the door slam and I turned off the TV, moving away from Kurt in case it was mom. It was dad though; he came in wearing his suit, holding his briefcase, and running his fingers through his hair.

"Hey boys," he restlessly greeted, taking his shoes off.

"I'm sorry dad, I saw the news." I frowned; Kurt's face was still showing complete anger.

"Well I'm working on his next victim now…Mason Jr. Dawson…I wish I could do more but—"

"You did all you could, dad," I interrupted him gently.

He smiled at my support and then noticed Kurt on the couch, "How are you feeling Kurt?" he walked over to him. I motioned dad to step away from him a little without Kurt noticing and dad did.

"The same, slowly healing." Kurt shrugged.

"Have you ever thought of pressing charges for what he did to you?" dad blurted out.

I gasped; really wishing dad wouldn't bring this up right now. I knew Kurt made his decision, and Kurt has a hard head so he usually doesn't change his mind, ever.

"I'm not pressing charges," Kurt simply answered.

"But have you thought about it?" Dad kneeled at a comfortable distance from the couch as he spoke to Kurt.

"Of course, I've thought about seeing him in court and going into a psychotic panic attack that will be on national television where everyone will laugh at me and have to see evidence of what he did to me on top of that," Kurt bitterly replied.

"Okay but…what if you win? What if you get to have the accomplishment of throwing that man in jail where he has a restraining order against you and can never touch you again?"

Kurt flinched at the word "touch" and a bit my lip watch Kurt, wanting to comfort him.

"I—I'm sorry Mr. Anderson but I'm uncomfortable with having this conversation with you." Kurt looked away from dad and stared at a spot on the wall, his chin up.

"I think you should leave, dad," I said firmly but quietly, knowing I was speaking to my father. Dad stood up and looked at the two of us with amusement. "Fine," he began to walk out but then leaned over the couch and got incredibly close to Kurt's face as he spoke with a quiet, firm tone. "But I hope you understand what you're passing up. You could have the power over this guy, undeniable power. I wish you could find the courage to do that."

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Review Replies for Chapter Thirteen:

dreamingofrob:

Thank for all the wonderful compliments, which is so nice! If you haven't yet, check out my other two ongoing stories: "Getting To Know You" and "Take A Bite of My Heart Tonight" Enjoy this chapter! (:

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Yes it is confusing but it will be revealed later about how Charles knows Kurt's address.

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A/N: I will try to update on Mondays but if it gets postponed well…just keep waiting ha-ha but yes we get a little of Blaine helping Santana maybe and what is going to happen with Blaine's confusing mother? Next chapter will have Kurt developing more and visiting the Hummel's! Don't forget to REVIEW! I love reading and replying to them, so if you favorite or follow me or this story please review! I love all of you guy's feedback! Love and Klainebows to all!