Kurt finally left Blaine's arms when his stomach started to growl. Blaine hadn't been too pleased that Kurt was willing to skip a meal to be with him. Blaine had pulled him out of bed with promises of more cuddling that night.

After showering, Kurt made his way to the dining hall to meet his family. He took his specially made omelette from the station happily and made his way over to the table. Finn was wolfing down sausages and Carole was eating fruit while his dad tried to sneak meat from Finn. It had barely been a week since they had gotten to D.C., but Kurt felt like it had been much longer.

With everything happening, Blaine, Amber, Nolan, New York time was beginning to feel irrelevant. It was summer after all so the days weren't a constant countdown to Friday. Even though he preferred winter fashion, no school was a big plus of the summer season.

"So dad, how's work?" Kurt asked, genuinely curious.

"It's going well. So far I haven't had too many problems with the other politicians. Mostly stuck up rich bastards anyways." Kurt laughed at his dad's impressions completely unaware of a pair of eyes watching him.

A few tables over a man sat watching Kurt from behind a newspaper. He watched him laugh, his head falling back to expose his pale neck. He was wearing a t-shirt that showed how strong his arm muscles really were. Licking his lips the man put down the paper and took a bite of his breakfast. 'Soon,' he thought.

Blaine was waiting patiently on his window sill for him when he got back. There was a new book in his hands, and Kurt actually laughed aloud when he saw it was Patti Lupone's autobiography. Blaine smiled sheepishly but shrugged, his eyes never leaving the page. Kurt shed his shoes and fell onto his bed with a huff.

"Have you seen Amber today?" Kurt asked.

"She went home with her family. There isn't much we can do for her except catch Nolan before he commits another murder." Blaine said.

"I know, I thought about it all through breakfast. I have no idea how we are going to do it. I can't just call the police. Hypothetically, I could find him, ask him back to my room, record everything that he does in hopes he will tell me he murdered Amber and then call the police." Kurt said, his voice light trying to make it very obvious that he was joking.

Blaine was on the bed in an instance, "Kurt, you are not going near that man. Ever. He could kill you."

Kurt sat up and took hold of Blaine's hand, "I know. I'm sorry, that was a bad joke. I would never be that stupid. But we can't just sit around. What if he leaves and tries to kill another? I mean he already committed a murder here, he could be across the country by now. Wait... Could you go and check on him? Find where he is?"

Blaine looked at Kurt seriously before answering, "He's in his room right now. I've been keeping an eye on that maniac."

"Blaine." Kurt said, admiration in his voice.

"Well, I know he asked you out and I'm just worried. Plus he could kill anyone, and I'd feel guilty if I let this guy hurt a soul." Blaine said shyly, his thumb making circles in Kurt's hand.

Kurt watched their fingers for a moment, just appreciating Blaine. He didn't know how life could be so nice to him. It was unbelievable really.

"Can you go to the police station and see what they know about Amber's murder?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded and was gone a second later.

Kurt stared at the empty space that Blaine had occupied. He was thinking. How was he supposed to just get on with his day knowing that there was a murderer on the loose that he could stop? Blaine might not want him to go near Nolan, but if the police didn't have any leads, what other choice did he have?

"They have nothing." Kurt looked up to see a very distressed Blaine standing in front of him, "They found some partial fingerprints, but there's not way to tell which ones are Nolan's. The fact that she died in a hotel doesn't help at all."

Kurt looked at him sadly, shaking his head.

"I saw the pictures Kurt." Blaine said, his voice cracked, causing Kurt's stomach to drop. Blaine was almost in hysterics. He bragged Kurt's face, "He tore her open. There was blood everywhere. Kurt, you can't, you just can't go near him."

Tears were streaming down Blaine's cheeks as Kurt grabbed him, pulling him into a hug promising to not put himself in danger.

But that promise was not an easy one to keep.

A few hours later Blaine was frantic. He had gone to check up on Nolan, but he was gone. The worst part was that his bags were still there. Kurt assumed he had gone out to find another unsuspecting victim, or maybe actually had business to take care of since he was visiting D.C.

"I'm going to find him. Kurt, listen to me. Do not leave this room. I don't care if you need ice or just get lonely. You need anything, you call my name and I will be here for you." Kurt nodded returning to his magazine.

A few minutes later Kurt's phone lit up and he saw that Finn was calling. He answered, figuring that Finn just wanted to go to the pool again.

"Hey, Kurt. Uhh, I need you to open your door, right now."

"Okay, sure. Why didn't you just knock?" Kurt made his way over to his door and opened it to show an empty hallway.

"Finn, there's no one here? What-" A figure rushed at him, knocking his phone onto the floor. He heard his door bang close as he fell to the ground, a hand covering his mouth.

"Kurt." The man above him purred his name, his green eyes twinkling. Kurt wiggled under Nolan trying to escape, but knowing there was no way. He froze when he saw Nolan grab a handkerchief. He got out Bl- before his mouth was tied and he was unable to speak.

Grabbing his wrists in one hand, and wrapping his arm around his waist, Nolan dragged Kurt towards his bed. With a grunt he tossed him onto his bed, crawling on top of him. He tied Kurt's hands together onto the head of the bed, Kurt struggling and crying the entire time. His efforts seemed pointless as Nolan effortlessly threw him around.

"You know, I never stay in the same place very long. After last night I should have booked it. But when I saw you, I just knew I couldn't leave until you were mine." Nolan's breath was tickling him as he ran his lips up and down Kurt's neck. Kurt felt Nolan's tongue on his face licking up his tears. He was terrified. Every inch of his body was on fire. There was no way he was going to get murdered by this freak.

Nolan was practically straddling him now, so Kurt took the moment to kneel him as hard as he could. It was a pretty good shot considering. Nolan doubled over in pain, growling. He recovered quickly though, a new look in his eyes. Hungry almost.

"Feisty. I like that." Kurt swallowed, even more scared than before. Where the hell was Blaine?