A/N: I am so sorry about the long wait for this chapter! Real life kinda caught up to me and I'm working on a couple of other things as well, so this took longer than I expected. Hopeful the next chapter won't be as long of a wait! This chapter is rather short, but I had nothing else to put in it. :( Enjoy!

A/N2: A great big thanks to the awesome Emberwillow14 for betaing!

Chapter Eight

The trip to the Lima Police Station went quicker than Kurt had imagined. The place had been very busy, so an officer just took him and his father aside to take notes. The only sign that the officer (the man had introduced himself as O'Neill) had given of displeasure was when Kurt had to say that he couldn't find the note that had been left in his coat pocket. Otherwise O'Neill kept on his face a fixed neutral expression. The worst part for Kurt, besides reliving what had happened in school once again, was having to repeat the things that Karofsky had said to him over the phone in front of his father. He could feel Burt bristling with anger beside him the entire time. In the end, the officer took their number and promised to call if they discovered anything else.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Burt tried to lighten the mood as they climbed back into his truck.

Kurt scowled darkly. "I don't think he believed me. If the note hadn't disappeared . . ."

"At least they promised to do something."

Kurt's scowled deepened. "Yeah, they're going to look into it."

Burt decided that it would be best to drop the subject after that.

"Hey Kurt!" Finn called down the hallway, waving his hand in Kurt's general direction.

It was Monday morning. Kurt wasn't in the best of moods, having both gotten into a fight with Blaine and gone to the police about Karofsky yesterday, and he just wasn't up for dealing with Finn's problems right now. He tried to finish at his locker as quickly as he could so he was able to disappear into his first class, but there was no such luck.

Finn stopped beside him and casually leaned against the locker next to his.

Kurt sighed softly and shut his locker before looking up at the taller boy's face. "Good morning, Finn."

As he suspected, Finn was looking kind of nervous, fidgeting with something in the pocket of his sweater. He kept glancing around, as though he were waiting for the halls to empty. Kurt shifted impatiently; he didn't want to be late for his first class just because Finn was probably having girl troubles again.

"I need to talk to you about something," Finn began in a low voice, watching as the hallway slowly cleared.

"Can it wait until lunch?" Kurt cut in quickly. "We'll be late for class if we talk about it now."

He had turned and started to walk away when Finn started speaking again.

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

"Tell anyone about what?" Kurt sighed again, resigned to the fact that he would most likely end up being late for class. He turned back to face Finn when the sight of a folded piece of paper in the other boy's hand caused him to freeze.

"I found this on your desk."

Kurt rushed forward and practically ripped the paper out of Finn's grasp. With trembling fingers, he unfolded it.

It was Karofsky's note.

"Why did you take this?" Kurt hissed as he stared up at Finn with wide eyes. "I was looking for it; I thought maybe Karofsky-"

"Dude, calm down!" Finn took a step back in surprise at Kurt's slightly hysterical tone. "I just figured that someone had to confront you about it, and that you would deny its existence if I just brought it up! So I took it! You need to tell someone about this! And it's a little weird to keep things that are threatening your life. Anyway, I was just trying to help."

"That doesn't give you the right to take my stuff!" Kurt leaned against the lockers and took a deep breath. "Besides, I told Dad yesterday, and we went to the police. Of course, it would have been nice to have the note as proof, but they're still looking into it."

"Oh." That was all Finn could think of to say. After a moment of silence, he added, "What made you, ya know, tell Burt?"

"Karofsky attacked Blaine after our date on Saturday. He called and told Dad." Kurt raised a hand to run it through his hair, but thought better of it. "Of course, it was the right thing for Blaine to do. It's better that the police are involved. I guess."

"Of course it is!" Finn smiled cheerfully before clapping Kurt on the shoulder. "They can help protect you from that psycho. Hey, are you inviting Blaine over this weekend to help with the move? Everyone else is going to. I bet Burt would like a chance to threaten him with his shotgun again, and I'm looking forward to giving a big brother talk!"

Kurt stared at Finn incredulously. He really wanted to know how the giant boy could get off topic so fast.

"What?" Finn had noticed Kurt's expression, and looked confused by it. "If Burt and Mom are getting married, that means we'll be brothers."

"I understand that part," Kurt replied slowly, feeling a smile stretching his lips. "But the part I don't get is you being the big brother. You know I'm older than you, right?"

Finn deflated slightly before perking up suddenly. "I'm taller!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Finn. "Fine, but if you end up scaring Blaine away, I will cut you to shreds with my razor sharp wit."

"Deal." Finn grinned and jogged off to head to his first class.

Kurt glanced around the hallway before ducking into the nearest bathroom. He knew that Blaine would (should) be in class now, but he still could leave a message. After all, he hadn't apologized for hanging up on his boyfriend yet.

He dialed the familiar number and waited for it to finish ringing and go to the voicemail.

"Hello?"

Kurt nearly dropped his cell phone in the sink when Blaine answered on the third ring. As he fumbled around with it in his shock, he could hear Blaine talking.

"Hello? Kurt? Please don't tell me that you accidentally pocket dialed me or something, because I really don't want to end up listening to whatever you're doing."

"No, not an accident," Kurt gasped into the phone once he got it up to his ear. "I was going to leave a message. Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I have the day off." Blaine sounded oddly proud about that. "I guess they figured I needed a day or two to recover. I go back to classes tomorrow. Wait, aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

Kurt blushed, even though he knew the other boy couldn't see him. "Yes. But I wanted to talk to you first. About what happened yesterday."

"I'm sorry I told your dad," Blaine said quickly. "Well, actually I'm not, because it was the right thing to do. And even if you hate me-"

"I don't hate you," Kurt interrupted. "I actually wanted to apologize for hanging up on you. I know you were just trying to help. And my dad and I went to the police yesterday. So hopefully all this nonsense with Karofsky will stop."

"So you're not mad?"

"No." Kurt smiled. "Do you want to come over this weekend? Finn and Carole are moving in, and everyone is helping. If you want, you can come too, then we can go out for dinner or something afterwards. And I think Finn wants to give you some sort of threatening big brother talk."

Blaine stayed silent.

"Blaine?" Kurt felt a shiver of fear run down his spine. What if Blaine didn't want to be near him anymore? "If you don't want to, that's fine; I just thought I would ask."

"It sounds like fun," Blaine hastily assured him. "I was just making sure that I had nothing else to do. I'll be there."

"Great." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "I really have to go to class now though, so I'll call you later, okay?"

Blaine just laughed. "Yes. Go learn. Bye."

"Good bye." Kurt hung up his phone and raced off to his class, a huge smile on his face. Everything seemed to be working out again.