Kurt and Blaine exchanged a horrified glance when they discovered the murderer was Nolan. They had no proof that it was the same guy, but it was pretty likely.

"There's nothing to see, everyone clear out!" Kurt felt himself being pushed towards the elevators by the crowd.

"Why don't you come upstairs with me? We can talk about what happened to you and find out who killed you." She let out a sob, but nodded.

Once they were safely locked up in his room he asked her to start from the beginning. Her words were mumbled and tear filled, but for the most part he understood. Her name was Amber Rosalie.

"My family and I were on vacation, road trip cross country. We started in California, this was supposed to be our last stop. My mom and younger sister went to bed while my dad was on a business call when I went down to the bar. They didn't mind since I'm 21. My sister and I were sharing a room, but tonight she was with my parents since she had a bad nightmare the night before.

'When I got down to the bar I ordered my drink and not three minutes later Nolan was introducing himself to me. He had this air about him, like he was sophisticated. And boy was he charming. He bought me a second drink and after that we were on our way up to my room. He didn't say much about himself. Mostly wanted to know about me. Asked me how the trip was, who was in my room, how old my sister was. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"He was already kissing me before I had even unlocked my door. We fell into my room and onto the bed interlocked. This isn't even like me. I would never do something like this. I've never hooked up with a stranger before. Not even in college. But I swear that's all I can remember. It's like the rest just vanished."

Kurt was sitting on his bed with her, Blaine on his window seat. Blaine stood and made his way over, "It's only because you're scared. When I was murdered, I couldn't remember the last things that happened. For the longest time I was confused and angry. But with time and concentration, and most importantly, courage, I was able to remember. And now, you have us to help you." Blaine sat next to Kurt and took his hand. Kurt looked him in the eyes with such an admiration that Blaine had to take a breathe to not cry.

"Can you describe him for us?" Kurt asked.

"He had blonde hair, green eyes, a blue sweater and dress pants. Oh, and he was tall. I was in high heels and he still towered over me."

"What do we do?" Kurt asked Blaine. "I can't exactly go to the police and tell them I know who did it."

"You can leave an anonymous tip?"

"They would trace it."

"Well maybe he left clues and the police will be able to find him. Besides, they have cameras everywhere." Blaine said. He seemed sure of himself, as if no one could argue, the police could handle it.

"Maybe." Kurt said sighing. There wasn't much he could do. He just had to make sure he stayed away from Nolan.

"Listen, Kurt I'm going to take Amber to the morgue to see her family. Why don't you try and get some sleep? Just call me if you need anything." Kurt nodded and watched as Blaine stood, his fingers still intertwined with Kurt's, took Amber's hand, and vanished right in front of him. Kurt looked down at his hand, Blaine's fingers still felt like they were there. His hand was so cold.

Kurt was woken up by a bump in the night a few hours later. He heard the unmistakable sound of a card being accepted in his door lock. Terrified and unsure what to do, he got up from his bed and slid underneath it. He whispered Blaine's name over and over again until he had to stop because someone had entered his room. The footsteps moved closer, slowly, and Kurt felt like he was in a terrible horror movie. And not the good part at the end with the epic battle, but the beginning where the victim always dies.

Where the hell was Blaine?

The footsteps came closer, stopping by the bathroom. The figure entered the bathroom and Kurt heard the shower curtain get pushed aside. Checking for Kurt no doubt. They came closer, circling the bed.

Kurt shouted when he felt fingers grab his ankles and drag him out from under the bed. He screamed absolutely terrified when he found himself underneath a piercing pair of green eyes. Nolan smiled and picked up Kurt like a rag doll, throwing him on the bed.

Kurt screeched Blaine's name, but no one came. He scrambled to get off the bed, but was thrown back down. Nolan had climbed on top of him, pinning his arms above his head.

"It's your turn now Kurt." Nolan growled, pulling a knife from his back pocket and placing it gently on Kurt's neck. He slid it down his neck and around his collarbone. Kurt screeched as it pierced his skin, Nolan taking a deep breathe and the licking the blood up with his smooth tongue. Kurt began to beg, sobbing begs, pleas. Nothing was working, and no one was hear to save him.

Nolan lifted the knife and slit his throat, he screamed but no sound escaped-

"Kurt! Kurt! Wake up! It was just a nightmare! You're okay." Kurt felt Blaine slide into bed with him, his arms holding him close and safe. He wasn't dying under Nolan. It was just a dream. A very scary, far too real dream.

"Blaine, Nolan, he was here, he hurt me. He- he- he sliced my throat." Blaine stroked his fingers through Kurt's hair making soft noises of reassurance. Kurt sobbed into Blaine's chest, his neck throbbing from the feeling of the knife.

"It'll be alright. I'm here. You're safe. No one will hurt you."