A/N: I fixed a timeline error in the previous chapter. The Warblers entered the hallway on their way to lunch. Also...my muse's name is Velma. So if anything happens that you don't like, please feel free to blame her!

Both boys felt an explosion of more feelings than they were really able to process when their lips and wrists made contact. It was overwhelming, and, at the same time, it wasn't. Kurt was feeling safe and a deep sense of trust in his soulmate. Blaine was feeling love and excitement. They weren't quite sure if it was the kiss or the touching of their marks that was intensifying their feelings.

Neither one was sure how long they sat there, lips and wrists touching. All they knew was that they never wanted to be away from each other again. When the kiss finally did break, both boys gasped for air.

"Wow," they said in unison then giggled.

"I should probably look around and then get back to my dad before he sends out a search party for me," Kurt joked.

The room wasn't anything spectacular, but it wasn't anything too shabby either. There were two full-sized beds, two dressers, and two desks. On each side of the room, next to the dressers, there was a door, which Kurt guessed led to a closet. There was yet another door on the left side of the room, David's side. Blaine saw Kurt surveying the room, and, when Kurt spotted the mystery door, he told him that it led to a joint bathroom they would share with him and Wes.

Kurt was silently running through all of the things he could bring to spruce up the place and was mentally cataloging his wardrobe. He knew he wouldn't need a lot of it since they wore uniforms at Dalton, but he'd still want something to change into each afternoon after classes were done.

"Before we head back down," Blaine started when Kurt looked back at him, "can I have your phone number?"

"Yeah," Kurt replied. "That would be great!"

For the first time since they had put their hands together, the boys let go of one another to grab their phones and exchange numbers. Then, they walked down to the headmaster's office and entered as Burt and Headmaster Kent were walking out.

"Ready to go, bud?" Burt asked, clapping his son on the shoulder.

"Yep!" Kurt answered, though he wasn't looking forward to letting go of Blaine's hand again. He knew, logically, that they would eventually have to let go; he just wasn't ready for it yet.

"Blaine," Burt said, "would you like to join us tomorrow night for supper? That is, if you can and it's alright with your parents."

"I will check with them, si-Burt," Blaine said. "I'm sure they won't mind at all. Kurt, I'll text you and let you know later, 'k?" He squeezed his soulmate's hand, delighted that texting one another was possible now.

"Okay," Kurt said, thankful for his dad's offer. "I'll talk to you later, Blaine. You should probably go catch up with the guys and eat. I haven't made you miss your lunchtime, have I?"

"No," Blaine said with a smile, knowing that he would have skipped his lunch to stay lip-locked with Kurt any day of the week. "I'll be able to grab something really quick if I head there now."

"Then, go, and I will talk to you later!" Kurt giggled, squeezing his soulmate's hand back. He really wanted to steal another kiss, but he wasn't quite sure how his dad and the headmaster would react. Blaine took the decision out of his hands and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before heading back the way they had come.

Burt and Kurt drove home and chatted about all of the things they needed to get done that weekend so that Kurt could start school on Monday. The first thing they needed to do when they got back to Lima was to go to the school and officially unenroll Kurt from McKinley.

After stopping for a quick lunch, they arrived at the school 30 minutes before the final bell and the beginning of glee. Kurt went with his dad to talk with Figgins and tell him that he would no longer be attending the school. Burt sited that the school was no longer safe for his son and kept it at that, knowing that Kurt would be upset if he gave any further information. He knew and appreciated that Kurt didn't want his son's bully to be outed, and he respected that, even though he didn't particularly like it. Figgins put up little fight and made no apologies for the lack of supervision at the school.

When they were done with Figgins, Burt and Kurt then walked to the choir room. Kurt was secretly glad that his dad was with him. He knew it wasn't going to be a good talk, and to be honest, he wasn't sure how Rachel would react.

As they got closer to the room, Kurt could hear a very familiar voice singing.

"You say you'll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night

You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbor in the tempest

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you"

Kurt smiled. He'd always admired his friend's voice.

Puck had always felt inadequate. Quinn made him feel like he wasn't enough for her. He was thankful, now, that their marks didn't go together. He needed someone to guide him, to show him what true love was, without always feeling like he was overwhelming his partner at every turn.

Noah Puckerman had had a hard life. His dad had walked out on him and his mom when he was three, and they had struggled every day since then. Her mother, Noah's Nana, had let them move in with her, and that was the family's saving grace. Noah, or "Puck" to everyone but his Nana, Kurt, and Burt, physically rebelled when he got into middle school. He was pissed at his life, and he didn't know how else to express himself.

Before that, though, in elementary school, he just hadn't cared about anything. What teachers saw as stupidity or his inability to comprehend anything was really anger, coming out the only way he could think to release it. So, Noah had been held back a couple of years, and that was how he ended up in Kurt's class.

The two had become the most unlikely of friends. Noah was there for Kurt after his mom passed away, and Kurt was there to encourage Noah when he was angry at the world. Their friendship was just enough to keep Noah out of juvenile detention, but only just barely. As soon as he was old enough to work, Burt had given him a job at his garage. The boy had been there for his son on numerous occasions, and it was one way that he could repay him.

Noah had really lashed out against everyone when his Nanna had died a year ago. He was angry, angrier than he was when his dad had walked out, angrier than he was that his mom didn't give a shit about him or what he was doing, angrier than the time he found out his girlfriend had cheated on him with his best friend. The one thing that didn't waver, however, was his friendship with Kurt. Kurt was there for him when he needed someone the most and willingly took the brunt of his verbal abuse. He understood better than most that sometimes, people just needed to yell and feel like someone heard them.

Ideas were flying through Burt's head as he listened to Noah sing. He knew his story; the kid worked for him, and he almost felt like another son. The question would be, would Noah go for what he was thinking?

Kurt cleared his throat, not wanting to sneak up on his friend, and walked into the room with Burt on his heels. "Hey, Noah," he said.

"Hey, Pretty Boy," Puck greeted. "How was the visit to the Garblers or whatever?"

"Good," Kurt said. "We just—"

"KURT!" Rachel shrieked, leaping out of her seat. "Where have you been all day? My English presentation was awful, because you weren't here to listen and help me practice like you said you would."

Kurt closed his eyes and took a breath. He so did not want to deal with Rachel today! Before he could respond, though, Puck and Santana were going off on her.

"Your English presentation sucked because you didn't practice, and your topic was boring as shit!" Puck replied.

"And, it isn't Porcelain's job to listen to your whiny ass! Now or ever!" Santana said.

Kurt was so surprised by the support that his classmates were giving him that he didn't hear Mr. Schue walk in the door.

"Guys," the teacher said, "we don't use that kind of language in my classroom." The director was utterly blinded by Rachel's talent, and he couldn't see her for who she really was. "Kurt, I thought you were gone today. What's up?"

"Well..." Kurt said, walking to the front of the class to face his peers. He looked down at his hand and saw that all of the messages he and Blaine had previously written that day were gone, and one word was now on his hand, "Courage!" It was almost as if his soulmate could sense his dread and fear and decided to send him a message to help him get through whatever it was he was about to face.

Kurt smiled and lifted his head. "As of about 15 minutes ago," he began confidently, "I am no longer enrolled at McKinley."

All hell broke loose. Mr. Schue tried to get the class under control, but there was so much yelling nobody could hear him. Burt saw his son starting to creep back in his shell, and he thought, "Like hell will I allow that to happen!"

"HEY!" he yelled, and the whole room went silent. Burt walked up next to his son and wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders. He asked Kurt, "Is there anything you want to say?" He tried to give his son an encouraging smile, but the look in his eyes told Burt that he was too stressed to say much more.

Kurt was so shocked and upset by the reaction that he just shook his head. In all honesty, he did have something to say, a lot of somethings to say. But now, he just couldn't. He looked to Noah and Santana, giving them each a little nod, a 'thank you' of sorts, and then he turned to walk out, his dad's arm never moving from its place around his shoulders.

A/N: The song used is "All I Want is You" by U2.