"What time do you think will be safe to do this?"

It was almost midnight and Blaine was on the phone to Kurt in his bathroom so as to not wake Wes.

"Never," Blaine replied, he could almost hear Kurt rolling his eyes in response, "but I think it will be slightly less of a risk if we go around 1am, everyone should be asleep by then."

"Ok, so what should we talk about to keep you awake until then?"

Blaine stifled a yawn. "I'm not going to fall asleep."

Kurt chuckled. "Sure you're not."

He was silent for a moment and Blaine could hear him moving around his room.

"What's your favourite colour?" Kurt shot at him suddenly.

Blaine grinned. "This is your way of keeping me awake? Playing twenty questions?"

"We have an hour to kill, there's going to be more than twenty questions."

"But, I'll have to ask you questions as well, it's only fair, and I might just make them-"

"Just answer the question, Blaine." Kurt interrupted.

"Red, I like bright colours."

"Cat or dog?"

Blaine replied immediately. "Dog."

"I could have guessed that."

"Really? Do I look like a dog person?"

Kurt laughed. "No, you look like a puppy, or you act like one at least."

Blaine was puzzled. "I act like a puppy?"

"Yeah, you get really excited about everything and you always have this huge smile on your face, just like a puppy."

"Puppies smile?" Blaine asked, grinning.

"You know what I mean."

"What time is it?"

Kurt glanced over at the clock on his bedside cabinet. "1.03am." He jumped to his feet. "Time to go!"

"Ok, I'll meet you by the stairs in a few minutes." Blaine told him before hanging up.

Kurt grabbed his flashlight and the other items he'd laid out which they would need to successfully break into Ms. Price's office. He cracked his bedroom door open, made sure the coast was clear, then slipped silently out into the dark, deserted corridor and tip-toed along it to the staircase. Blaine's room was further from the stairs than Kurt's was, so Kurt had to wait a while before Blaine appeared. When the younger boy crept up to the stairs and the moonlight streaming through a nearby window fell on him, Kurt snorted. "Dressed for the job I see." He whispered, his voice shaking with suppressed laughter.

Blaine looked down at his outfit of black sneakers, black jeans, and a black hoodie, the hood of which was pulled up to hide his face. "Just trying to do this properly."

Kurt shook his head at him and set off down the stairs, walking slowly to minimise noise.

They reached the pair of heavy fire doors leading out of the boarder's wing, Kurt cursed under his breath. "I forgot we would have to go through these."

Blaine pushed at the doors, inching them open as quietly as he could. Other than a slight noise when it started opening, Blaine managed to push the doors open wide enough for them to slip through without a sound.

"Where about is her office?" Kurt whispered as they walked across the foyer, keeping to the shadows and trying to prevent their shoes from squeaking against the marble floor.

"Far side of the History department, near the doors leading out to the courtyard."

Kurt sighed; of course it would be at almost the opposite side of the school from their rooms.

"Good thing the teachers trust us enough that they don't patrol the corridors at night." Blaine murmured as they crept along another deserted corridor.

"I'm surprised nothing's ever happened that has caused them to not trust us. I can't believe no one has sneaked around the school at night before."

Blaine grinned at him. "Oh, they have, we're just all good at not getting caught."

Kurt frowned. "We? If you've snuck around the school at night before why were you so freaked out about doing it tonight?"

"I've never left the boarder's wing at night before and we are breaking into a teacher's office which is a bit more dangerous than playing a game of hide and seek."

Kurt bit back a laugh. "That's what you do when you feel like breaking the rules? Play hide and seek?"

Blaine shrugged. "It was Wes and David's idea, not mine. And it was fun, I should ask them to do it again sometime, let you see how fun it is."

They rounded the corner into the History department and crept up to Ms. Price's office. Kurt handed the flashlight to Blaine and pulled a hairpin out of his pocket.

"You had a hairpin just lying around your room?" Blaine clicked the light on and shone it at the lock.

Kurt began picking at the lock. "I found it lying at the bottom of my weekend bag; it must have gotten there when I slept over at my old friend Rachel's house. I was originally going to use a paper clip, but I found this and thought it would be better. Now shut up and let me concentrate."

Kurt worked on the lock for several long minutes whilst Blaine fidgeted beside him until, with a small click, the door unlocked. Shoving the hairpin back into his pocket, Kurt turned the handle and pushed the door open. Blaine shone the light around the room, stopping when the beam landed on the bookcases in the far corner of the room.

"That's a lot of books." Blaine breathed, walking over to examine the bookcases. "Most are on History but there's still a lot on demons and witchcraft." He bent to look at the lower shelves.

"We only need the ones on demons." Kurt said as he joined Blaine. "We can flick through them and only take the ones which look like they might be of use."

He ran his finger over the spines of the books and plucked a promising looking title from the shelf, sitting it on the desk. "Can I have the flashlight for a second?"

Blaine handed it over and Kurt held it in one hand as he flicked through the pages, searching for anything that might be able to help him.

Kurt hadn't been convinced when Blaine had suggested researching for a cure from his curse. He thought he was stuck with it for life, but after hearing what Blaine had said about his History teacher – how he had heard her talk about demons before, how he had seen some of her demon books on her desk in class before – Kurt had started to think that maybe there was a chance he could rid himself of the curse or, at the very least, find a way to learn to live with it. Now, as he looked through Ms. Price's books and saw how serious the texts looked, he felt more hopeful.

Blaine placed a book into the bag Kurt had brought. "I think that should do us. The bag is full and I doubt we'll be able to read anymore than what we've got here before Sunday night."

Kurt got up from where he had been kneeling on the floor and brushed off his jeans "Can you hold the bag whilst I lock the door again?"

Kurt managed to lock the door quicker than he had unlocked it and soon they were walking back along the corridor. "I'll keep the books in my room seeing as I have no roommate who might see them. Want to go for coffee tomorrow morning and start looking through the books? I think it's safer if we look at them out of Dalton so there's no chance of anyone recognising them."

Blaine nodded, and then realising Kurt couldn't see him in the dark corridor said. "Good idea."

They crept across the foyer, back through the fire doors, and back up the stairs to Kurt's room.

"We made it!" Blaine said in relief as Kurt opened his door.

In the dim light coming through the window Blaine saw Kurt grin at him. "You mean I've made it, you're not back in your room yet."

Blaine gave Kurt the bag of books and stepped out into the corridor. "Goodnight, Kurt!"