"Are you sure you want to sleep alone?" Burt asked Kurt concerned reaching out to put his hand on Kurt's shoulder.

They had spent the entire day at the police station, Kurt telling his story over and over again. The non-ghost version of course. And Finn telling his story of how this guy hit him and tied him up in the bathtub telling him to call his brother.

"Yes, I'll be fine I promise." Kurt replied for the tenth time.

"Because I can get a cot and sleep in your room, or you can sleep in ours. We don't mind." Burt had been a wreck the entire time. Kurt was so glad that he had Carole because he seemed to want to blame himself.

"Really Dad, I'm okay." Burt nodded and reluctantly let Kurt enter his room. He could not see Kurt's hand tighten around Blaine's as they entered the room together.

"Goodnight Kurt." Burt said, his voice shaking with worry.

"Night Dad. I love you." Kurt said before shutting his door.

"I love you too."

Kurt looked at the room before him. Everything seemed to be in perfect condition considering the forensic team had scoured the place looking for evidence. His eyes scanned the bed to see the frame where his hands had been tied. Images of what happened flashed in his head.

"Kurt?"

"I'm fine." Kurt answered too quickly and too harshly. Blaine stood by his side patiently as Kurt stared.

It was as if every moment of the attack was happening to him all at once. It didn't matter how many officers told him he was safe. It didn't matter how many times he told them what had happened. He was scared. But he couldn't show it. No one could know how badly he was handling it. It was better if he held it in and let time heal it.

"Blaine." Kurt said softly, his knees slowly giving out.

"I got you." Blaine said scooping Kurt up, taking him over to his window seat. Better to keep him off the bed for now.

Blaine held Kurt in his arms while he cried. He let every tear represent a moment with Nolan. Every moment leaving his body, to forget, to never have to see his eyes again. Nolan was locked up for good. The officers said they could pin the murder of Amber on him.

Nolan wasn't coming back to hurt him. He couldn't. He was safe, he had Blaine.

Kurt took a shaky breath after the tears had slowed and remembered when Amber had shown at the station to say thank you. She had hugged them, and moved on. A job well done, considering what he had to go through. But Amber was able to move on, something that he hoped Blaine would be able to do. Although really he wanted to keep Blaine forever.

"Kurt? Do you want me to get you anything? Some tea or chocolate?"

"No. Just being here with you is enough." Blaine nodded and went back to stroking Kurt's hair. He had been a ghost for so long that time was different for him. He could stare at a wall and three days could have passed without him realizing. So it did not come as a shock when Blaine looked down to see Kurt passed out in his arms and the sun beginning to set behind him.

Blaine laid him into his bed and wrapped him tightly in the blanket. He grabbed a book off the table setting up to read all night and keep the spirits away. Kurt really needed a quiet night.

"Blaine!" Kurt screeched, jumping in his sleep and reaching out blindly. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt saying he was there. Kurt had slept through the whole night and into the day that it was nearly noon. He had been a restless soul, tossing and turning all night.

"It was just a nightmare. You're safe. I'm here." Blaine assured him.

Kurt shuddered curling himself into Blaine, "It felt so real. You didn't come this time. Nolan got me. I could feel the knife."

"It's over. And I'm sorry. I wish I could have stopped it before it happened." Blaine confessed.

"Don't be sorry. They wouldn't have caught him if he hadn't attacked me. Imagine how many souls and people we saved. It was worth it." Kurt said.

"Yeah. But I do wish that you would have let me beat him to death." Blaine said imagining Nolan beneath him begging for his life.

"How would I have explained to the police that I was tied to a bed, but somehow killed him?" Kurt smiled up at Blaine, their eyes meeting, sharing a moment together. Blaine noted the way Kurt's eyes changed from blue to gray as his smile widened.

"Maybe tell them that you had a homicidal boyfriend who jumped out the window after he beat him to death for hurting you." Blaine said laughing.

"Boyfriend?" Kurt asked still smiling.

"Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Blaine said while shaking his head. Wrong word. He didn't want Kurt to know that he wanted to be with him more than anything in the entire world, but couldn't actually be with him.

"Why not?" Kurt's heart was beating insanely fast. He could feel the change in the air.

"Well, it's just, you and I can never really be together." Blaine tried to explain.

"Why not?" Kurt demanded, trying to sit up but being trapped in Blaine's arms he couldn't.

"Kurt, I'm dead." Blaine said sadly.

"I don't care." Kurt replied stubbornly.

"I do. How am I supposed to take you to the movies? Open a door for you? Or even pay for dinner? Kurt I want to, I want you, so badly. But it wouldn't work."

"We won't know unless we try."

"Kurt."

"Blaine. Please." Kurt's bottom lip was quivering. Blaine stared at it for a few moments before he grabbed Kurt's chin and pulled him up, their lips meeting.

Kurt gasped into the kiss, but in no way pushed him off. He returned it with enthusiasm, his lips soft against Blaine's cold ones.

Blaine moaned at the warmth, his tongue running along Kurt's, but he pulled away suddenly when he realized what he had done.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just do that with no warning." Blaine said.

"I'm not complaining." Kurt smiled, and crashed his lips into Blaine's again.