Maybe that was all the person tormenting him wanted. To see him break. Well, it was working. He was not completely broken yet, but he sure had a few giant cracks. He needed someone to lean on, as much as he hated accepting help from others, he really did need someone. Before he thought that someone was Blaine, but Blaine doesn't even like him.

Speaking of Blaine, Kurt really needs to talk to him. He just needs normal human contact.

Kurt picked up his pen and started to get to work on his papers. He can see David staring at him out of the corner of his eyes. He looks sad or concerned.

The rest of the day went by slow. He let Dave go home about two hours early. He just really needed some time alone. He was never alone anymore. It took a lot to get Dave to leave, he obviously refused to let Kurt finish all of the work by himself, but he just didn’t understand. He needed to be alone. He let the work consume his every thought, trying his best to ignore the nagging in his mind to look at Blaine. Finally just as he was filing his last paper a hand gently landed on his shoulder. He was sure it was Blaine.

"Are you okay?" Blaine asked tentatively squeezing Kurt's shoulder.

"Are you seriously going to ask me that?" Kurt muttered.

"I'm sorry!" Blaine apologized. "Are you ready to go?"

Kurt sighed, "Yeah."

They grabbed their jackets and walked to Blaine's car. As Blaine drove Kurt tried formulating a speech for some way to get Blaine to kiss him. He knew it sounds selfish but really he wants some kind of happiness in his life.

After everything he thought kept sounding too sappy and stupid, Kurt gave up. Maybe he should visit his family instead. They would make him happy. Right now he really just wanted to act like that same little boy who used to sit in his dad's lap after his mom died. He used to tell his dad everything, but after he started college he visited them less and less. Although they only live across town, Kurt was always so busy and wanting to act so much like an adult.

When they got to Blaine's apartment, Kurt instantly walked to his room and locked himself inside. He practically fell onto his bed and closed his eyes.

He awoke an hour later from Blaine's light knocking. Blaine spoke softly, "Kurt are you awake?"

"Mmhmm." Kurt sighed not wanting to get up.

"I have dinner ready. It's nothing fancy, just pasta are you hungry?" Blaine asked once again his voice was soothing and soft.

Kurt started to say that he wasn't when his growling stomach interrupted him. He barely ate anything all day and he was, in fact, starving. Although he really just wanted to sleep, it was probably a good idea to get some needed nutrients.

"I'll be right out." Kurt responded.

"Okay."

Kurt reluctantly got out of bed and walked into his bathroom. On one side of his head his hair was sticking straight up from sleeping on it and he had a crease on his cheek from the pillow. He sighed running some cold water on his face to try to wake himself up, but nothing could prolong the awkward dinner he was about to have with Blaine.

Finally he got the courage to leave the safety of Blaine's guest bedroom. He walk sluggishly into the kitchen where the warm delectable aroma surrounded him.

He inhaled deeply smelling the fantastic smell of cooked pasta with red sauce and a little bit of basil. "Blaine this smells amazing!"

"Thank you, here sit down I already got your plate." Blaine replied gesturing to the table.

Kurt sat down gingerly and took in his surroundings. Blaine sat down at the table across from him and picked up his fork. Kurt watched him twirl the fork around capturing the spaghetti onto his fork, his wrist muscles flexing with each turn. He watched as Blaine brought the spaghetti up to his lips and took the food into his mouth. Blaine caught Kurt's staring and arched his right eyebrow. Kurt blushed and started to eat his own food.

After a few minutes of silence and sneaking glances, Blaine finally decides to speak, "I think we should go back to your house."

Kurt almost spit out his food when he heard what Blaine said. At first he was confused, did he imagine Blaine talking? "Wh-what?"

"We should visit your house." Blaine repeated, oh so he did hear him correctly.

"Why?"

Blaine looked at him as if it were obvious. "To see if anything else has happened."

"Oh." Kurt said, that actually made sense but Kurt had no desire to go back. "When?"

"Not tonight, obviously it's too soon and too much has happened today. But maybe later on in the week, we can give it some time."

"Ok. Um I was thinking that I kind of really want to visit my dad." Kurt said hesitantly.

"Where does he live?" Blaine asked while clearing his and Kurt's empty plates.

"Just across town." Kurt said.

"Okay I can drop you off there after work someday or you could take my car, whatever is cool with you." Blaine offered as he put the dished into the dish washer. He held out his hand after the kitchen was cleaned. Kurt took it, smiling as Blaine pulled him up and lead him into the living room. Blaine pulled him down into the couch and draped a blanket over their bodies. He touched a button on the remote and the TV flashed on. After changing the channel to the news Blaine turned and looked at Kurt.

"I really am sorry." Blaine apologized. "I like you, I like you so much it scares me sometimes, but like I said you were going through so many emotions I didn't know if what you were feeling was real or not. I mean I tried to kiss you before at your house and you shied away."

"Blaine, I know what I was feeling. I admit that yes, I was a little crazy with all of my different emotions before but I swear that I meant that kiss. You kind of broke my heart when you told me to stop." Kurt explained.

"I'm so sorry Kurt. What happened with Karofsky?" Blaine asked changing the topic.

"Well er... When I was in the bathroom he came in and kept asking me what was wrong. I kept telling him that it was complicated and then he asked me if I was upset because of you. He...uh thought we were dating. But I told him we weren't don't worry."

"I'm not worried." Blaine chuckled shifting so that his back was pressed against the arm of the small couch. He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Once he was settled he gave Kurt a nervous look and moved his head to face the television.

Kurt blushed and also turned his attention to the television. "And in other news a girl was found dead in the woods near Winter Road. Authorities reports that she was sexually assaulted and was found dead on site. They also found a note that was found near her body that was seemingly written in the girl’s blood, it read “one down six to go”. No information was given about who could have possibly done this. From what the note said, we assume that there are seven total victims. One unfortunately could not be saved. We will be doing a full on investigation on the story with regular check ups to keep you informed and safe. Stay tuned for more news and safety procedures after the break."

Kurt felt the blood drain from his face. Winter Road was only a few roads down from his. It was only a coincident right? I mean why would the person be interested in him if he sexually assaulted the girl? It was just random. Just because the note was written in the same way that his window was and that the note warned of seven more possible targets, did not mean he was one of them. Didn't it?

"Kurt?" Blaine asked grabbing Kurt’s hand tightly. "It was just a strange coincident right?"

Kurt nodded biting his lip and leaning his head on Blaine’s knees. Blaine shut the television off and sat up.

“We should…uh…go to bed.” Blaine said standing up, causing Kurt to fall into the couch.

Kurt looked up at the clock hanging over the television, it was only 9 o’clock why did Blaine want to go to bed so early.

Kurt sat back up and wrapped the blue blanket around his shoulders. He covered his head in the blanket as well, creating a hood. Kurt watched Blaine leave the room and go into his own room. Kurt sighed looking back in front of him again at the black TV.

He sat there lost in his thoughts. Who was this girl that was murdered? What if it was one of his neighbors? What if it was someone he knows? What if the murderer was the same person as his stalker? Why was he involved in this? What has he ever done to anyone before? He never picked on anyone in high school, unless it was Rachael Berry for her attitude and fashion sense. But in the end, they turned out pretty good friends and are still in touch, so she would never want to kill him. Right?

He was picked on because he was gay. Maybe that was it. Maybe that girl was gay too, and the person who killed her was doing it to fulfill their homophobic dreams. That would make sense, but it was too terrible to think about it. Kurt understands there are horrible people out in the world, but he hates to think about things as horrible as this.

This girl was sexually abused? Why add this to the already horrible situation. Why did this murderer have to rape the poor girl so close to his home. Why did this murderer seem so similar to his stalker? He needed to understand more about this murder.

Blaine shut the light off behind him and Kurt could hear him shuffle into bed. Kurt turned on the TV and turned the volume down. Hopefully a follow up of the previous story would be on and he could gather more information. Kurt scanned the room. His eyes landed on exactly what he needed, Blaine’s lap top. He eyes trailed nervously to Blaine’s dark room. He shouldn’t mind right?

Before Kurt could convince himself otherwise, he quietly got on the couch still hugging the blanket around his shoulders. Every few steps he would look over his shoulder towards Blaine’s bedroom, praying that he wouldn’t catch him. There isn’t anything wrong with what he’s doing right? He would only Google the news report and try to get more information. If there isn’t anything wrong with what he’s doing then why is he so scared of getting caught?

Because dammit, he’s doing something so so so wrong. Blaine will never forgive him, if he finds out. Maybe he should just go and ask Blaine. But that would wake Blaine up and then cause him to ask what he is doing. Then Blaine would think there is seriously something wrong with him, and surely kick him out. Maybe he should just go to bed.

No, there is no way he would be able to sleep until he finds out. He pushed his guilty conscious away as he watched his pale fingers wrap around the already open laptop. That was good, he hopefully wouldn’t need to enter a password to get on. He silently made his way back to the couch and stared at the bright TV screen, it was still a commercial.

He awoke Blaine’s laptop and studied the screen in front of him. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He had his iTunes open, Teenage Dream by Katy Perry paused half way through. Kurt smiled while clicking on the Google Chrome icon on the bottom bar. Kurt was trying his hardest not to look at Blaine’s wallpaper.

He opened Google as the news came back on. He turned his attention back the TV.

“We have recently received new information on the Lima killing. The girl was identified as Sophia Lahela, 24 years old, she was from Ada, Ohio. Once again, her body was found on Winter Road in Lima, Ohio. The police have been going door to door in the surrounding area, asking residence if they have seen or heard anything involving this case.”

Kurt watched as they showed a clip of a car driving down Winter Road. He turned to the laptop and typed in Sophia Lahela. There wasn’t much results. He did find one though, it was the police report. He opened and read what it said.

Sophia Lahela was found dead on Winter Road, Lima, Ohio at 6:47 pm. Here body showed blatant signs of abuse. She was found naked, her clothes ripped into shreds and found sprinkled over the snowy wooded floor. The murderer looked as if s/he tried to hide the body by partially covering the body in snow. Blood was all over the site, all blood was hers. DNA was taken but seems useless. This murderer seems to know exactly what s/he is doing, from the lack of evidence.

Also found of site was a note written by the murderer. “It read one down six to go.” It is apparent that the note is written in blood. DNA has been taken and it has been confirmed that the blood was the girls, and there was no other evidence.

The Lima Ohio police are completely baffled from the lack of DNA left behind. This is making it incredibly difficult to find suspects. We have called in other local police forces for help. Also forensic teams are hard at work trying to find any useful evidence.

Safety Note: Please stay away from the wooded area around Winter Road. The majority of the woods are roped off by yellow caution tape, and are off limits. Please let the police do their job and do not pass the tape. Please use common sense and stay safe.

-Officer Fadri

“Kurt?”

Kurt jumped, almost dropping Blaine’s laptop. He froze on his spot on the couch.

“Kurt is that you?” Blaine asked, Kurt still had the blue blanket wrapped around his head and shoulder. “What are you doing up still?”

“I…uh…” Kurt stuttered not looking Blaine in the eye.

“Is that my laptop?” Blaine questioned, storming in front of Kurt with his hands on his hips. “What the hell Kurt?!”

Kurt opened his mouth to same something but nothing coming out. His face was frozen in shock for two reasons. One Blaine just caught him. Two Blaine was standing shirtless in front of him.

He stared at Blaine’s perfectly muscular tan chest in front of him. He had a slight trail of hair leading down into his, um, very low pajama pants. Blaine’s arms… his chest…his oh God his everything. Kurt couldn’t think straight anymore. His mind was far too gone.

“Kurt!” Blaine yelled in frustration.

“I…er… Blaine!” Kurt stammered trying to think of the right words to say. “I…uh… this isn’t what it seems like….or well, what does this seem like?”

“It seems like you are snooping through my stuff!”

“Well, yeah of course that’s what it seems like. Blaine please just let me explain!” Kurt said holding his hands up in defense.

“I’m listening.”

“I was trying to find out more about that girl who was murdered near my house. I knew I would not be able to sleep at all unless I find something out so I turned on the news really low and I borrowed your laptop. But I swear Blaine, all I did was go on Google. I didn’t look at anything! Your iTunes was already open so I didn’t click anything besides the Google Chrome icon. I didn’t snoop through files, or your history, and I didn’t look at your desktop.” Kurt said quickly. He adjusted the blanket around his shoulders and looked up at Blaine through his eyelashes. Please let him be okay with this.

“Why didn’t you ask me?” Blaine asked the corner of his lips curling slightly.

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“I wouldn’t have mind, I like spending time with you.” Blaine said taking a step forward.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Blaine said laughing. “You look ridiculous right now.”

Kurt blushed, looking down. He took the lap top of his lap and moved it onto the coffee table.

“That blanket brings out your eyes so much.” Blaine smiled holding out his hand. Kurt grasped it gently. “Come on let’s get you to bed.”

“I’m not a baby, Blaine. I can go to bed by myself.” Kurt huffed standing up.

“Yeah, I thought that too before, but two hours later and I find you covered in a blanket, which by the way is a fantastic look for you. You need to sleep Kurt.” Blaine explained.

They walked together the short way to Kurt’s room.

“Do you need to come in with me to make sure I brush my teeth too Blaine?” Kurt said sarcastically.

“Not unless you want me too.” Blaine said suggestively.

As much as Kurt wanted him too, he didn’t want their relationship to be forced. Blaine would have to come to him first. “No, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” Blaine sighed turning around. Kurt watched him walk back to his door. Blaine turned around, “If you need anything just ask.”

Waiting for Blaine would be harder than he thought.