Blaine stepped out of his history class to find Kurt already waiting outside for him. "We just have to wait until everyone else is gone."

Kurt nodded, moving closer to the wall to allow a large group of younger students past.

Blaine peered around the door into the classroom to find it empty except for Ms. Price who was gathering up some papers on her desk. "Ok." Blaine beckoned to Kurt and the pair approached the teacher.

Blaine cleared his throat. "Um, Ms. Price?"

His History teacher looked up, pushing back some of her white hair to see him better. "Mr. Anderson? And-"She frowned at Kurt who was standing just behind Blaine. "I don't have you in my classes, do I?"

Kurt shook his head whilst Blaine introduced him. "This is Kurt Hummel, he doesn't take History but he- we need your help." Kurt smiled tentatively at her and moved to stand beside Blaine.

Ms. Price continued to frown at Kurt. "And what is it that you need my assistance with exactly?"

Kurt glanced over at Blaine, but he shook his head – it was better if Kurt explained this.

Kurt cleared his throat nervously. "Well, I heard that you know about- about demons."

Ms. Price nodded slowly. "I do, but you don't look like the type of person who would be interested in them. However..." She trailed off.

"I've...met a demon before and I was wondering if it would be possible for you to summon that same demon."

Ms. Price shifted in her chair to get a better look at Kurt. "And why would you want to do that?"

Blaine shot Kurt an encouraging smile when he looked nervously over at him.

"The demon cursed me and I want to try and make it undo the curse."

Ms. Price's eyes narrowed slightly but, to Blaine's relief, she didn't ask any questions about the nature of the curse. "It would be possible for me to summon up the demon, but it's no hat trick and it will take me some time to get everything prepared. I'll also need a description of the demon and something to personally identify it."

Blaine's heart sank, he hadn't thought of this. What could they possible use to identify the demon?

"Would the box it came out of work?" Kurt asked.

"The carved box it was trapped in before its release?" Ms. Price nodded. "Yes."

Blaine felt relief wash over him, it was going to be possible to summon the demon.

"I'll need at least a week to get everything ready." Ms. Price informed them, stacking the papers on her desk. "I'll let Mr. Anderson know when he comes to History when I'm ready. You'll need to bring the box to me as soon as you can."

Kurt nodded. "Thank you."

Ms. Price smiled at them. "I suggest you two get to lunch before it's over."

"Thanks again!" Blaine called over his shoulder as he and Kurt left the classroom.

Kurt shook his head in disbelief as they headed to lunch. "I can't believe that there's actually a chance I could be rid of this curse and be able to have a normal life."

"It's lucky Dalton decided to employ a History teacher with a fascination with demons."

They reached the dining hall and quickly got some lunch before sitting down at their usual table.

"I'll have to go home and get that box sometime. I think I'll go tomorrow as soon as school finishes for the day seeing as we don't have Warbler practice."

Blaine swallowed a mouthful of his sandwich. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Kurt took his time chewing before answering. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Kurt pulled up in the driveway of a two storey house in a quiet street and cut the engine. "My Dad's home." He said, spotting his Dad's car in the open garage.

"He won't mind me coming in will he?"

Kurt shook his head and unbuckled his seat belt. "He'll probably make a comment about us or embarrass me even more by asking you inappropriate questions about your intentions, but he will be fine with you being here." Kurt grinned at Blaine who was looking even more nervous. "Just be your usual charming, dapper self."

They climbed out the car and Kurt led the way into the house.

"Dad!" He called out, taking off his coat and hanging it on a hook by the door and indicating that Blaine should do the same.

Burt appeared in the doorway of the kitchen. "Hey, kiddo! What are you doing home?" His eyes landed on Blaine. "Who's your friend?"

"Dad, this is Blaine."

Blaine stepped towards Burt, his hand outstretched. "Good to meet you, Mr. Hummel."

Burt shook Blaine's hand. "Call me Burt."

Kurt watched anxiously as his Dad's eyes appraised Blaine and he waited for him to make a comment. To his great relief his Dad just nodded slowly at Blaine. "You're in the Warblers as well?"

"Yes, I am." Blaine replied.

Burt eyed Blaine up for another moment before turning to Kurt. "Not that I'm complaining about seeing you, but it's the middle of the week, shouldn't you be at school?"

"I just came to get something I need for a school project." Kurt told him. "It's up in the attic, so we'll just go get that and then we have to head back to Dalton."

"Ok, well I'll leave you boys to it."

Kurt beckoned to Blaine and the pair headed upstairs. When they reached the hatch leading up to the attic Kurt stopped and gazed up at it, biting on his lip.

"You ok?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt nodded. "I just haven't been up there since the day it happened." He reached up and yanked the cord, pulling the ladder down and climbing up – he just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

The attic hadn't changed since the day an annoyed thirteen year old Kurt Hummel had come up to clear out some of the useless, old things that were gathering dust. Looking around at the dusty floor and stacked cardboard boxes no one would guess that a demon had once cursed a teenage boy here. The only indication that anything unusual had occurred here were the scorch marks, now mostly hidden by dust, which marked the spot where the demon had cursed Kurt before vanishing.

Kurt walked over to the nearest pile of boxes, averting his eyes from the scorch marks. He noticed Blaine looking at the marks, but he didn't say anything about them, for which Kurt was grateful.

"Here it is." Kurt carefully lifted the worn box out from where it had been hidden amongst the cardboard boxes and placed it on the floor where Blaine could see.

Blaine crouched down to examine the carvings surrounding the clasp. "It doesn't really look like something that would contain a demon." He frowned slightly. "However, those carvings look a little...off."

Kurt nodded. "I guess those are what identify the box as being what it is."

"You said it was buried under things that had been left by the previous owner of your house, didn't you?"

Kurt nodded again, watching Blaine continue to frown at the box.

"I wonder why they left it here, or if they even knew what it was."

Kurt shrugged and picked up the box. "My Dad said the previous owners were a bit strange so there's a good chance they knew what it was and, judging from where it was when I found it, I'd say they just forgot about it."

They descended the ladder and Kurt tucked the box inside the bag he had brought for it. Burt was sitting in the living room when they arrived downstairs, watching a crime drama on TV which Kurt knew he was only pretending to be interested in so that his eavesdropping on Kurt and Blaine wasn't completely obvious.

Kurt reached for his coat. "We're off, Dad we need to leave now if we want to make it back before dinner ends."

Burt switched off the TV and stood up. "Why don't you boys stay for dinner? I'll order in some takeout."

Kurt hesitated, his hand still stretched out towards his coat. He glanced at Blaine and then slowly dropped his hand. "Ok," He indicated the bag at his feet that held the demon box, "I'll just go put this out in my car."

Dinner with Kurt and his Dad wasn't as awkward as Blaine thought it would be. The conversation stuck to how school was going and the Warblers preparing for Sectionals. The questioning Kurt had feared only came once Kurt had started clearing the table. Blaine had stood up to help, but Burt had insisted he left Kurt to it seeing as he was their guest. Blaine had been nervously avoiding Burt's eye when he started.

"So Blaine, are you and my boy dating?"

Blaine felt the heat rush to his face, his body betraying him and giving Burt an answer that Blaine wouldn't have said out loud. "Um," He cleared his throat. "No, we're not."

Burt eyed him sceptically and Blaine knew he had taken Blaine's blush as his answer. "Well, just be sure you treat him right, he's had a rough time these last few years, and he doesn't need more pain."

"I would never hurt Kurt." Blaine assured him.

"Kurt may not have told me, but I know he is really fond of you so-"

"Dad!"

Kurt had appeared back from the kitchen and was now glaring at his Dad from the doorway, his face flushed. "Blaine and I are not dating. Like I told you before, we are just friends."

Burt scratched his chin, his eyes flicking between the two red-faced boys. "Whatever you say, Kurt."

"We should be getting back to Dalton now." Kurt said, backing out the room.

Blaine got to his feet and hurried over to join Kurt. "Thank you for dinner, Mr. Hummel. It was nice meeting you."

Burt nodded at him. "It was nice meeting you too, Blaine. Drive safe, kids."

Kurt all but dragged Blaine out the house and into his car, as soon as they were inside he dropped his head onto the steering wheel and groaned. "I'm so sorry about that, I knew my Dad would do something like that!"

Blaine smiled at him, the blush finally starting to leave his cheeks. "It could have been a lot of worse."

Kurt looked sideways at him. "Could it?" He sighed. "Let's just get back to school."