A/N: Here we are, the end of the line. This will be the end of this verse. We all know Kurt will rock Dalton, and rule that place, no matter what year he gets there. Thank for reading. I've been writing an original novel but I have several other Glee fics I am working on too.

Chapter 9

Burt insisted that Kurt call Blaine and his friends to tell them he was safe at home, and that they would talk tomorrow. Blaine apologized to Kurt ten times over, for his mother's taking out her frustration on him. He had sat her down and tried to explain how he met Kurt, but she dismissed his story, saying was confused, or having some kind of drug withdrawal hallucination, because travelling back in time just did not really happen. But she also admitted she shouldn't have exploded at Kurt and intended to apologize to him as soon as he came over tomorrow.

Kurt had thought he would never be welcome at Blaine's house again, so even if Elianna didn't believe them, he was grateful that at least she would allow him to return. He still didn't understand how that picture had ended up in the newspaper, but he knew it had to have been Sebastian who was responsible. He had learned enough about technology to know that photos were easily taken almost anywhere now, so he must have been plotting all along to make them kiss and, he and Blaine had played right into his hand.

The court case was coming up very soon, and somehow Kurt doubted that the picture would help their case one bit. They had retained a lawyer to represent them, Melissa Trang, a young woman who felt they had an excellent case, with several witnesses who could verify their account of the beatings. There was photographic evidence of their injuries and no evidence that they had done anything to provoke their attackers. She dismissed the fact that they had been kissing at the party as completely inconsequential, but it was her job to make their case seem strong. Kurt was still not confident that they would get a fair hearing.

Should they drop the charges, and avoid the whole public debacle it was going to turn into? Damnation, it would pain Kurt to let those two ruffians get off punishment-free, after nearly killing his boyfriend. There laws to protect people like Blaine and him, that hadn't existed in his time, but they were only effective if they were enforced. If he backed out because of cowardice, they may as well not have made all this progress. Kurt just knew his father would tell him to put his chin up, and walk like a man, no matter what kind of abuse he had to suffer, and by gosh, that's what he intended to do.

The reporters were at their stations in front of his and Blaine's homes again, hoping to get a new angle on their case, now that it was drawing closer, but if they could endure the harassment for one more week and win the day, the reporters could publish their story far and wide. His resolve to pursue the case didn't mean he wasn't anxious about testifying about what had taken place, though. He was afraid the lawyers and reporters would take every word he and his friends said, and twist it into something ugly.

Kurt had to run a gauntlet of reporters every time he set foot out of his house, so he wore hoodies to hide his face and kept moving, no matter how loudly they shouted questions at him. Then he had to do it all over again, when he got to Blaine's house. Even Jeff and Nick were followed and photographed, when they came and went, as were Blaine's parents. Ed had almost run down a few persistent reporters that refused to budge from his sidewalk, when he went to work.

Elianna apologized to Kurt for her outburst the next day, humbly asking for his forgiveness. Blaine had explained the back-story about why they had kissed in that photo, and asked her, what was so wrong about them sharing a kiss in his own room anyway. She had to admit, he had a point. Why shouldn't they kiss each other, if they were in love? It was the magazine that made it sound sordid.

Kurt wouldn't go anywhere else, except to Blaine's house, because he didn't want to involve Mercedes in this mess too, though they talked on the phone almost every night. Time was running out fast for his lessons, so they continued to doggedly work on his studying. Kurt had now finished working his way through the course work, and was now reviewing the parts that had given him the most trouble, but Nick told him he should be fine, reminding him that no one expected a perfect score. Next Tuesday, he would either make the grade, or he would have to try to catch up through the next year. The court case would be heard two days later, starting on the Thursday morning at 9:00 am.

That weekend Nick took Mercedes out to dinner and a move. They had a good time together, and enjoyed each other's company even if there were no immediate sparks of attraction. Respect and friendship were a pretty decent basis for a relationship, even if it never grew into a torrid love affair, so they continued to date for a few more weeks until they gradually turned into good friends instead.

After one more day of random quiz questions fielded from his friends to confirm Kurt knew the material as well as he could, they declared him done. No more reviewing, and no more lessons. He would write the test the next day and now the only question was whether he would be a senior or a junior. Kurt's tutors declared that the rest of today would be a day of celebration, hanging out at Blaine's pool to enjoy the last of the summer's beautiful sunshine. Blaine was able to leave his bedroom, able to get through most days without even having to take a nap, but he still wasn't up to horseplay in the pool, so they paddled leisurely on floats and talked eagerly about returning to Dalton. No one mentioned the upcoming court case, aware of Kurt's uneasiness.

When Nick and Jeff went home, Kurt and Blaine went upstairs to his room to get dressed and Blaine invited Kurt into his arms, wanting to give him comfort. They quickly snuggled comfortably against the pillows on his bed with Kurt's cast resting on Blaine's chest, after having experimented extensively with finding comfortable positions. Blaine's hand was stroking his shoulder and Kurt felt so loved, cherished and relaxed, listening to the steady beat of his boyfriend's heart against his ear. He knew everything would be fine, as long as he had Blaine to make it all worthwhile.

After a few minutes, Kurt tipped his head up and gazed into Blaine's eyes. He smiled back, and they both felt the link between them, stronger than ever. Kurt pulled himself up and kissed Blaine, quickly moving from sweet and loving to hungry and eager. They made out for a few minutes, until Kurt found himself humping Blaine's leg and wanting more. Blaine was moaning softly, wishing he could make love to his boyfriend. His hand left Kurt's back, where he was holding him to his chest and drifted downward to the button on his jeans. He paused there, cautiously asking permission.

Kurt nodded a hesitant yes, quivering in his arms with his reaction. Blaine's mouth curved up in a pleased smile against Kurt's as he popped the button and pulled down his zipper. His hand enveloped Kurt's dick, cramped in the snug confines of his pants, with his erection quickly springing through the opening. He burrowed into his shorts to caress him, though neither of them had stopped kissing and making out. Blaine's hand felt amazing to Kurt, the exquisite sensations making him emit soft, needy sounds.

Blaine wanted more than anything to make Kurt feel incredible. He gently pumped his hand as Kurt moaned and squirmed against him. His boyfriend's breathing quickened, unable to stop himself from pushing his hips into Blaine's hand with the rhythm of his hand, until within moments Kurt knew he was going come. He stuttered in soft voice against his shoulder. "B..B.. Blaine, I..I..I'm going to…" Blaine pumped faster, whispering into his ear. "I've got you baby. Go ahead and come." Kurt's voice rose steadily higher until he groaned into his neck as he came, throbbing into Blaine's hand. Blaine gently and slowly continued until Kurt sighed deeply and let out a soft hum of satisfaction. He rolled away and met Blaine's eyes, his own so deep and blue, that Blaine lost himself in them.

Blaine leaned forward to kiss him again, content to make Kurt happy, though he was so hard with unfulfilled desire he hurt. He didn't care about himself, as long as he could hold his boyfriend.

"Thank you." Kurt whispered, still slightly stunned with pleasure, then asked "Is there something I can do for you?"

Blaine grabbed some tissues and cleaned up his hand, as he shook his head dismissively, "I just want to make you feel good. Don't worry about me. As long as we can do stuff like this, I'm happy." Blaine pulled Kurt closer, and he couldn't help feeling his cock, hard against his thigh. He wanted to return Blaine's attentions, so with a teasing smile he struggled one armed to sit up, and set about undoing the button on his pants and fought to get the zipper down.

"What are you doing? I said I was fine." Blaine protested, putting his hand over Kurt's, to stop him. He knew that Kurt was hampered by only having one functional hand, so he didn't expect anything in return. He could take care of himself when Kurt left to go home.

"Are you telling me you don't want me to give you a blow job?" Kurt asked him mischievously, the corners of his mouth turned up to make his dimples show. Blaine's stunned expression cracked Kurt up, erupting into delighted laughter. His boyfriends eyes were bugged out and he looked shocked beyond reason.

"I…I…I…would… I would love a blow job. Are you sure you want to give me one?" He couldn't believe Kurt was actually offering to revisit his memories of that heady night, when they explored each other without any reservations. Kurt nodded eagerly and tugged at Blaine's pants demandingly, asking for some help to get at him. Blaine immediately lowered them to his thighs, his breathing already fast from anticipation. He consciously slowed his breathing then, because he didn't want this to end within seconds, and the way he felt, he might come as soon as Kurt's rosy lips touched him.

Kurt licked his lips in anticipation and got comfortable between Blaine's legs. Blaine couldn't see any doubt or hesitation on his face, when Kurt bent daintily to slowly sink onto him. Blaine's eyes closed in reflex as he felt the heat of his mouth on him. He whined and then he heard himself emit all kinds of embarrassing sounds as Kurt bobbed up and down, letting his tongue play around the head, apparently enjoying himself almost as much as Blaine.

Blaine tried, he really tried to hold on longer, but it had been too long and he'd dreamed so often of feeling that delicious mouth on him again. Far too soon, he knew he was going to lose his battle to hold back his orgasm. He tried to warn Kurt, aware that he wasn't a fan of come in his mouth, but he didn't stop, even when Blaine pulled on his hair. He surrendered, and then he was pulsing into Kurt's mouth. Kurt swallowed it all eagerly, apparently having lost that reservation too, until Blaine's chest was heaving as he was coming down from his high. Kurt gave him one last lick and lay on his thigh, gazing up at him lovingly. Blaine let his fingers weave into his hair and closed his eyes. He said dreamily. "Oh my god Kurt, I think I almost died. You are amazing, honey. Love you."

Kurt smiled dreamily, wondering why he had been such a wuss about just doing what he had wanted to do all along. That had felt incredible, to give Blaine that blissed out expression on his face. He could hardly wait to get rid of this cast and try some of the other things he recalled enjoying on that night so long ago.

Burt took off work the next day, to drive Kurt and Blaine to Dalton Academy for Young Men in Westerville for his testing. Holy smokes, that place was beautiful with the high ceilings, antiques and artwork and elegant woodwork, echoing a grander time. Kurt felt immediately comfortable there, almost like being able to visit home again, with the design of the building contemporary with other buildings of his time.

Blaine proudly introduced them to the headmaster, Mr. Haverly, who welcomed the Hummels, before they went through Kurt's application together. He was sympathetic to the loss of his parents and showed no disrespect for Burt, because he was a blue collar man, as opposed to the financiers and executives he normally met. Kurt seemed a polite and well balanced young man, though he had been home educated. Mr. Haverly assured them that they could accommodate Kurt, as either a junior or as a senior, depending on his testing results.

Knowing he was already accepted by the school went a long way to helping Kurt relax. The headmaster asked Blaine to give the Hummels a tour while he set up the test, and they would meet in the senior commons in half an hour. Burt and Blaine paced the hallways nervously, time passing much slower for them than it did for Kurt. The time flew for him as he wrote the exam. An hour and a half later, he emerged with a confident smile to join them, feeling he might have done quite well, because there were few questions to which he was at a loss for the answer. The headmaster said he looked forward to seeing Blaine and Kurt with all the other students the first day of class, proudly wearing the Dalton uniform. Kurt wore a broad smile on the drive home, because he was now a Dalton boy, like Blaine, Nick and Jeff. He had reached a major milestone in his acclimation to the future.

They ran the gauntlet of reporters again at home, but Burt was unphased with the constant crew of annoying paparazzi around his house, because he'd gotten a ton of free advertising out of the deal. There was a bright side to everything, he told the boys, before he left them to return to the shop again. They spent a pleasant afternoon alone in Kurt's room, reprising the previous afternoon, gaining more confidence with their renewed intimacy.

The next day the Hummels and the Anderson families had an appointment in her office with their lawyer, Miss Trang, to review their case. They went through the evening's events repeatedly and answered every question she could think of. Melissa was sure they would win this case, and asked them to think about whether they wanted to ask the judge for a period of incarceration for their attackers, or a financial settlement. Both Kurt and Blaine agreed that all they wanted was for those boys to never attack anyone else again, for any reason. Asking for money wasn't the point, though they would like their families to be reimbursed for their medical expenses.

A knock on the door interrupted their meeting. Melissa answered it and discovered Harold Warton, the lawyer for the defense. He politely asked to speak to her privately for a moment, so she excused herself briefly from her clients. He told her he knew they would lose the case, so his clients wanted to know what it would take to get Blaine and Kurt to drop the case. They had a quick discussion, and she returned to her office, with a pleased smile to announce that the case could be settled out of court, if they wanted.

It meant they wouldn't have to testify in front of a court room full of people and reporters, but it also meant their case wouldn't be heard and their attackers would avoid a criminal record, that would cripple them the rest of their lives. When they heard what Melissa suggested for their terms, they agreed immediately.

In return for dropping the charges, the two attackers would sign a pledge to reimburse their victim's families for any medical expenses, in addition to a ten thousand dollar donation to the charity of their choice. They would speak about stopping bullying and homophobia at local schools, and each do a hundred hours of volunteer work with at-risk youth, including gay and lesbians. They would have to take counselling for anger management and bullying, and agree to never use violence against anyone again, and take out their aggression only on a sports field from now on. If they failed to follow through on any of the terms, the case would be revived and they would suffer the full extent of the law, for their unprovoked attack.

They had won! Their rights had been recognized, even if it hadn't been enforced by a judge. They would never have to worry about being harassed by those two ever again and hopefully neither would anyone else. After the celebratory cheering died down, Miss Trang called a press conference to announce the outcome of the case to the reporters, with the Hummels and the Andersons in attendance.

The boys briefly answered the reporter's questions about the attack, but without going into too much detail, making it clear that their assailants had admitted that they were guilty of attacking the two boys. One reporter asked about the origin of the photo in the gossip rag and asked why they had permitted the photo to be taken. Blaine explained that it had published without their consent, taken by an acquaintance that had done it for the money. He was strongly tempted to tell them who it was, because he knew it would ruin Sebastian, and get him dismissed from Dalton.

Instead, they intended to hold it over him to force him to behave like a decent human being for the whole next year, while they attended Dalton together. Even he deserved a second chance. Burt told them he was proud of them, and who knew, maybe there was a decent human being hiding in there, that might one day appreciate their forbearance.

Kurt quickly adjusted to attending Dalton, easily fitting into the grand old school and its formal atmosphere. His crystalline voice added to the other Warbler's golden tones improved their harmonies, and got them to Regionals. He appreciated everything about his new life, and considered every day a gift, especially weekends and evenings spent with his boyfriend. They weren't allowed to behave like boyfriends at school because displays of affection were against the rules, but everyone knew they were together. They didn't have to hold hands or kiss in public, to make it clear that they were devoted to each other.

Burt began giving Kurt driving lessons that fall, and was relieved to discover that he was a slow and careful driver, so for Christmas he gave him a Camaro he had stored for years, never really having much interest in rebuilding it, until he wanted to spend more time with his son and his boyfriend. He promoted his best mechanic to assistant manager, and stepped back a bit from working ten hours a day six days a week, finally realizing he didn't want to miss any more of his life.

The boys and he rebuilt the car together over the winter and Kurt was driving it to school every day by the time he and Blaine graduated. On the weekends, Mercedes and her friends often came over to the Hummels or he and Blaine and Nick and Jeff often hung out with her McKinley friends. It was Kurt who introduced Burt to Carole Hudson, the mother of one of Mercedes' friends, and suggested he should date her. They both knew this would be Kurt's last summer at home, before he and Blaine moved away to New York to attend University, and that he would be lonely again once they left. Kurt told him he hoped he would have a family of his own, with maybe a younger brother ...and made them both laugh when he said he could name him Burt.

Whenever the rain teemed down and thunder shook the halls of Dalton or the windows of his room, Kurt would get pensive and stand in the window to look out. He could still feel the restrained power vibrating in him, but he never wanted to go out and stand on a hillside again and pray for his heart's desire. He knew he was exactly where and when he was meant to be, with the man he was meant to love