Kurt was exhausted from his big day in New York, laying by the pool side and dinner with his family. But since Blaine didn't sleep, him being a ghost and all, he was a bundle of energy. Blaine was begging him to explore the hotel with him, show Kurt all the ins and outs. Kurt was lying face down on his bed pretending to ignore Blaine as he circled the bed telling stories about living here so many years ago.

"It was hilarious because my mom was terrified of birds. It was probably her worst fear to have that chicken loose. I never did see that guest again though. Probably figured he would want to stay somewhere classier where a chicken wouldn't be in his bed."

Kurt was laughing so hard his sides hurt. It wasn't until Blaine was on the bed that he turned over. Blaine was practically on top of him smiling, his eyes begging. Kurt almost forgot what Blaine had wanted with him so close like this.

"Fine, let's explore." Blaine whooped and vanished only to appear next to the door. He was confused when Kurt opened his closet, but when Kurt explained he needed to be in his secret agent outfit there were no complaints.

They started on his floor, roaming and looking at the decorations. He told Kurt about how the maids on staff would have all the best town gossip and the cooks would know secrets from the streets. He talked about playing with his older brother in the halls, back when the hotel was much smaller and wasn't a hotel at all but a boarding house. People would stay for prolonged stays. He had met some interesting people.

Ten minutes later while Blaine was telling Kurt about important decisions made on changes in the hotel they heard a bang coming from inside a storage room. Blaine asked Kurt to stay put as he popped in to see what happened.

"Probably just a maid knocking over a cart. I can give her an invisible hand." Kurt had smiled and wondered how he was so lucky to be spending time with such a catch. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds when the guy from the pool came wandering around the corner. He was whistling a catchy tune but stopped mid note when he noticed Kurt leaning against the wall.

"To what do I owe this pleasure of you standing outside my door?"

Kurt blushed deeply, "Oh sorry. I had no idea this was your room. I'm just waiting for a friend."

"You can come inside and wait for them in my room if you'd like." He said, opening and then gesturing into his room with an overly friendly smile. He really was an attractive person. He had sandy blonde hair and green eyes, tall, much taller than Blaine let alone Kurt.

"No, that's really okay. He should only be a minute." Kurt took a step away from the stranger to show he wasn't interested.

"Okay, well no pressure. I'm Nolan." He held out a hand and waited patiently for Kurt to accept it.

Kurt reached out to be polite, "Kurt." Nolan held his hand for a moment too long, but Kurt was very aware that an attractive stranger was holding his hand and seeing interested in him even after he turned him down not a few hours ago.

"Kurt you're never going to believe what happened-" Blaine had popped up next to him making him jump and look like a total idiot. He did not look thrilled. Especially since Nolan was still holding his hand.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I just remember my friend said to meet in the lobby. I'd better get down there." Kurt took his hand back and made his way towards the elevator, extremely aware that Nolan was watching him. And so was Blaine.

As soon as the doors closed he turned to Blaine, "So? What happened?"

"What did that creep want?" Blaine asked looking protective and pretty dang jealous, completely ignoring Kurt.

"Well I was standing in front of his room so it was kind of my fault." Kurt shrugged looking at his reflection in the mirrors. It was as if he was standing alone. Blaine was right next to him, and yet he wasn't. Not in the real sense.

"Oh." Blaine looked defeated and the elevators opened to the lobby. Kurt gasped at all the commotion. There was an ambulance, two police cars, and a coroners truck.

"A girl was murdered on the second floor." Blaine said from next to him. Kurt made his way through the crowd and saw as they wheeled the body into the truck. This was so not the way his night was supposed to be. That's when he heard the panicked voice. A woman behind him in the crowd was yelling.

"Somebody please help me! What's going on? Where am I?" The girl would attempt to grab someone, but her hands would fall through them. She was a crying, sobbing mess. She was wearing a summer dress but her shoes were missing. Blaine was moving towards her when Kurt stopped him.

"I can handle this." Kurt said as he made his way overr, "Calm down, it's going to be alright."

She stared at Kurt in shock for a second before bursting into more tears, "You can see me? What's happened? Where's my family?"

"I'm sorry, but you died." Better to get the hard part over with, "Do you remember anything?"

"There was a man. I met him at the hotel bar. We went up to my room. I can't remember anything else." She had started crying again but this time the sobs were verging on hysterical and people were looking at Kurt strangely so he took her by her hand and led her to a quieter corner.

"Oh, I remember something else. He said his name was Nolan."