A/N: Thankyou so much for the positive comments on the last chapter! I'm so glad the general response is that I did it right :)

Prompted by AprilShowers87: When Kurt tells Blaine he's coming to Dalton.

I had to reread this before I posted it because I completely forgot what I wrote - that's what I get for writing it ages before it's posted.

Kurt walked from the McKinley choir room straight into his Dad's arms. Burt held onto his son tightly and nodded at Carole to head out to the car and they'd join her in a few minutes. Carole left the two alone and Burt gently pulled away from Kurt. The sight of his son's tear stained cheeks was heart breaking and he framed Kurt's face with his hands, leaning down slightly to look into his eyes.

"Dad..." Burt silenced Kurt with a shake of his head and mentally murdered Karofsky for making his boy sound so broken.

"Home?" Burt asked softly. Kurt nodded and exhaled heavily, wiping at his face when Burt's hands were gone. The walk to the car was silent and Kurt was thankful for the time to think. His eyes roamed over McKinley's halls. The lockers he'd been brutally shoved into, the floor he'd been face to face with one too many time and the classrooms full of teachers too ignorant to care. Kurt closed his eyes to stop another bout of crying as he thought of the Glee club and leaving behind the only thing he would stay at McKinley for. He blinked back tears and decided to dwell on the ache later.

He shuffled in to the car and rested his forehead against the window, watching the world pass by uncaring as they pulled out of the parking lot. A few minutes into the drive, Carole had turned in her seat and asked Kurt if he needed anything. Kurt shook his head as he was offered all forms of take away food but as Carole finished and straightened up again, Kurt felt a warmth fill him as he thought of the one place he could do with being.

"Dad?" Kurt's voice was hoarse from underuse and he coughed lightly to clear his throat. Burt looked in the rear-view mirror and Kurt sat up a little. "Can we go to Dalton?" Burt's brow furrowed but he nodded.

"If you don't mind me asking, Kurt, why?" The question wasn't intrusive and Kurt understood that. His Dad had always been naturally caring and only held Kurt's best interests at heart.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered in reply and Burt smiled slightly before heading for Dalton.

Dalton came into sight and Kurt couldn't suppress a grin. Burt watched out of the corner of his eye and felt a sense of happiness that something good was coming from the day. Burt was very much aware of how hard it was for Kurt to turn his back on his friends and the club he was forever loyal to, but if the way Kurt had said Dalton and Blaine's name earlier was any indication of how much the school and the boy meant to him, then Burt couldn't help but feel utter joy that McKinley was gone. He parked the car and Kurt unstrapped his seatbelt. He placed a hand over the door handle and gave Carole and his Dad a grateful smile.

"I'll get Blaine to bring me home later?" The questioning tone was in Kurt's voice as Kurt knew his Dad would be feeling especially protective right now. Burt simply nodded for at least the fourth time that day and Kurt stepped out of the car, knowing exactly where to head. He had only been to Blaine's dorm room once but he remembered the route and soon found himself looking at the outside of Blaine's door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked gently and listened to a muffled shout of "just a minute" before the door was open and Blaine's confused face was looking at him. The confusion morphed into concern as Blaine took in his dishevelled appearance and red eyes.

"You've been crying," Blaine stated. Kurt wanted to roll his eyes at the obvious words but he wasn't in the mood for it.

"Can I come in? I have something I need to talk to you about," Kurt croaked, mentally cursing his voice. Blaine stepped aside and allowed Kurt to walk inside. Kurt stood by Blaine's desk and rejected Blaine's offer to sit down next to him as he seated himself on the end of his bed. There was silence between the two as Kurt thought how to phrase what he wanted to say.

"Kurt, you're making me kind of nervous," Blaine murmured, eyeing Kurt with worry.

"Sorry," Kurt breathed. "It's just... this is kind of big."

"That's not helping," Blaine chuckled, glad when Kurt cracked a tiny smile.

"Sorry," Kurt repeated. "I'm just going to say it, okay?"

"Okay."

"I've left McKinley." Blaine's jaw dropped open and Kurt raised a hand to stop him speaking. "The Karofsky situation is too much and I can't be there anymore. It's killing me inside to leave my friends but this is my life, Blaine and it's just..." Kurt trailed off as he felt fresh tears filling his eyes.

"Kurt-"

"No, I'm not finished. Let me finish before I can't speak through the tears," Kurt interrupted. With a shaky breath he spoke again. "I'm transferring to Dalton." A strangled sound left Blaine's throat and Kurt squeaked as a warm weight hit his front. Blaine threw his arms around Kurt's neck and squeezed tightly. It took a moment for Kurt to reciprocate and embrace Blaine's waist. He was crying freely now and he gripped onto the back of Blaine's Dalton cardigan, his fingers bunching into the cotton. He buried his face into Blaine's shoulder, absorbing every ounce of comfort radiating from Blaine.

"God, I shouldn't be this happy that you've left your friends," Blaine muttered.

"It's fine," Kurt replied. "I'm happy too. Obviously, I'll miss them like crazy but if leaving them means my safety then it's necessary."

"You'll never be safer," Blaine whispered, absent-mindedly placing a kiss into Kurt's hair. "I promise."

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