A/N: Sorry about the long wait! Stupid real life had to get in the way of writing. But here is the next chapter, and hopefully I'll get the next one out sooner. I'm sorry that it's another short one; I'll try to make the next one longer! Enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

A/N2: This chapter is betaed by the awesome Emberwillow14!

Chapter Nine

Blaine sat in his car outside the Hummel household. It was Saturday, and he had promised Kurt that he would help with the big move that was going on. And he wanted to help; he wanted to see his boyfriend again. He wanted to get to know Kurt's friends and family. He had only ever met Burt Hummel twice before, once after he first met Kurt, and the elder Hummel had a shotgun on his lap for the entire five minutes he was in the house, and once when he had decided to tell Mr. Hummel about Kurt's bully. Neither time was under very good circumstance. As for Kurt's friends, he wanted them to like him and to stop assuming that he was trying to steal their set list or something.

But here Blaine was, sitting in his car, too afraid to go up to the door. He wanted to see his boyfriend, he really did. But he was scared to go near Kurt.

Karofsky had threatened to kill Kurt if Blaine ever went near him again. And Blaine believed that the bully would do it; after all, Karofsky had gone all the way to Dalton, which was two hours away from Lima, just to beat him up and tell him to stay away from Kurt.

He really didn't want Kurt to get hurt because of him. At least, that's what he was telling himself; he refused to acknowledge the tiny piece inside of himself that wanted to stay away from the younger boy for his own safety.

Finally Blaine took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. There were several other cars parked in the driveway and on the street around the house, so he assumed all of the New Directions were there already. He walked up to the front door, smiling as he could hear (through the door) Rachel talking loudly about some song that would be perfect for them to perform at Regionals. He knocked sharply and waited.

The door flung open, and Finn was standing there. The giant teen had a nervous look on his face.

"Uh, hey dude, do you mind if we talk out here for a second?"

Blaine's smile widened. "Of course. But first, you might want to tell Rachel to speak a little quieter; I could hear her through the door."

Finn blinked in surprise before stepping back into to the living room and hissing, "Rach, Blaine can hear you!"

Blaine had to laugh as all talking inside the house ceased. He stepped back to give Finn room to exit the house, and looked at the taller boy expectantly.

"So, uh," Finn started awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "So now that you and Kurt are, like, official and stuff, I guess I have to give you the big brother talk."

"I'm sorry for interrupting," Blaine cut in, "but isn't Kurt older than you?"

"Dude, just let me threaten you so we can go back inside!"

Blaine burst out into laughter. "I'm sorry; go on."

"Okay. So I know Kurt really likes you, but if you hurt him, I will get together all of us guys, and Mercedes would probably want to help too, maybe Tina . . . Definitely Brittany as well . . . Anyway, I'll get together a bunch of his friends, and we will go to your fancy school and, uh, beat you up." Finn looked at the shorter teen. "Got it?"

"Yes," Blaine replied. "Is that all?"

Finn nodded and led him into the house.

Once they walked into the living room, Kurt stood up from his seat on the couch and crossed the room to place a chaste kiss on Blaine's lips.

"So how was it?" he whispered softly into Blaine's ear. "He wasn't too harsh, was he?"

Blaine smiled and wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist, pulling him in for a slightly deeper kiss.

Puck wolf whistled from behind them.

Kurt flushed slightly and pulled away. "Well, now that everyone is here, we can get started! Half of you will go with Finn to his place to help pack things up and load it onto the truck, and the other half will stay here to help unload and set everything up. Who wants to go where?"

As everyone else decided who was going to do what, Blaine snuck in another light kiss.

"So do I get to stay here with you, or should I go and figure out where I belong with the rest of them?"

Kurt smiled softly and slid in closer to his perfect boyfriend. "You're staying here with me. I wouldn't let you go off alone with any of them; I'm pretty sure that they all want to threaten you in one way or another. I only let Finn do it because he pouted at me. And you do not want to see that face pouting." The smile dropped off of his face as he lightly touched the fading bruise on Blaine's cheek. "How are you doing? If you don't feel up to actually moving anything, at least anything too heavy, I'm sure the others will understand."

Blaine caught Kurt's hand and squeezed it gently. "Don't worry; I'm fine. I can be the big strong man for you and do some heavy lifting."

Kurt pushed him, laughter bubbling out of his mouth. Soon the rest of the group had decided where they were going and they went off to their destinations to start the move.

Karofsky watched the hustle and bustle going on at the Hummel's house from his hiding place across the street. It had been by accident that he had found out the elderly couple that lived across the street was on vacation somewhere down south, leaving the house completely empty. It was good for him; no one would even think of looking for him there. He was safe to watch his Kurt.

It was especially safer now that it seemed the police were looking for him. Apparently Kurt had gone to the cops. Oh well, he would teach the beautiful boy that that had been a mistake the soonest chance he got. He had to be patient, though. It seems that old Mr. Hummel didn't want to let his precious son out of his sight. But the time would come soon; he would make sure of that.

Karofsky was more than a little upset when the stupid Prep School boyfriend showed up, though. He had thought that he had made it perfectly clear that if the greaseball didn't stay away from his Kurt, bad things would happen. He didn't want to kill Kurt, though. No, he wasn't going to kill his boy. He had a new plan. This plan would ensure that Kurt would know exactly who he belonged to and that no one else would ever want him.

This plan just needed one tool, and Karofsky knew just where to get it. He realized that there was no chance of getting Kurt alone tonight, so he snuck out the back door and into his car that was parked in the alley.

It was a quick drive to his father's house. He knew that no one would be home; it was Saturday and on Saturdays his parents always went out. He also knew that they wouldn't think of moving the spare key from its hiding place; Hell, they probably had forgotten about the thing since he was the only one to ever use it.

The house was quiet and dark as Karofsky crept into his father's study. He remembered the day his father had given him the combination to their safe; in case there was any reason he would need to get any of the crap that was in there. Right now he just wanted one thing, and he was sure that his father wouldn't even notice it missing.

The safe clicked and swung open. There it was, sitting innocently at the bottom. The family's handgun. He couldn't remember what it was called, but he knew how to shoot it. His father had taken him to the shooting range when he was twelve to teach him, just in case of an emergency. The ammunition was sitting in a box beside it. As he put both the gun and the box of ammo into his coat, a manic grin spread across his face.

Kurt wouldn't know what hit him.