Kurt smiled and laughed his way through breakfast with his family.  They seemed wary, considering what he had just gone through, but Kurt assured them that he was fine.  Knowing that he had Blaine was enough to make anyone happy.  

Well he didn't have Blaine, exactly, but he didn't not have Blaine.  So that was a start.  When he asked him point blank to be his boyfriend, Blaine had panicked and said he didn't want to put Kurt through any more hurt since he couldn't be a real boyfriend.  Kurt had went on with his day with optimism anyways .  His dad left breakfast early to head to work, while Carole and Finn headed off to a store where Finn can actually fit in some clothes.  He had told Carole to not buy anymore flannel, but Finn was a hopeless case.   

Kurt made his way back to his room excited to see Blaine even though it had only been about a half an hour.  He opened the door with a greeting on his lips when he noticed the window seat was empty.  Confused, and slightly hurt, Kurt entered the room and sat on the seat looking out at the view.

He waited.  And waited.  He even picked up one of Blaine's books and looked it over for a while.  After an hour he gave up and grabbed his wallet, heading for the store.

Two hours later with junk food and cookies in the oven, Blaine was back, "Kurt?" 

Kurt ignored him and instead checked on his cookies.  They looked like golden brown perfection.  He took them out slowly letting the smell encompass the room.  

"Kurt something has happened.  Something bad." Kurt sighed.  Guess his freeze out Blaine plan was kind of a bust.

"What?" Kurt asked turning towards him.  Damn, he had forgotten how attractive he was.  How was he supposed to stay mad at someone who had hair like that?  Little dark curls that fell onto this face in just the perfect way.

"The ghost at Lincoln's memorial has started up his haunting again.  A woman almost drowned today." Blaine said, his face a mixture of emotions.

"Well, that's just a ball of fun isn't it." Kurt said sarcastically.  He wasn't really in the mood to go put to rest some spirit, but it was his job.

"I'm sorry, I wouldn't bother you with this, but he's not a nice spirit.  And I'm afraid for the tourists." 

"That's where you've been isn't it?" Kurt said realizing he had made quite the assumption.

"Yes." Blaine responded, his eyes on his shoes.

"Oh, and here I am baking like a sad person convinced you were avoiding me because of what happened between us this morning." Kurt said honestly.

"What?  No of course I wasn't avoiding you.  I am sorry, I shouldn't have left without a word, I was trying to calm him down, but he is beyond reason."

"Beyond reason?  Should we perform an exorcism then?" Kurt asked already reaching for his laptop to look up an appropriate one.

"I think that would be wise.  But listen Kurt, I am happy with what happened this morning.  But we should take it slow.  I don't want to jump into anything too fast for you."

Kurt nodded not looking at Blaine.  He understood, but it didn't mean he had to agree.

"Alright, I found one here, shouldn't be too difficult.  All I need is some paint and his picture.  Who is the spirit anyways?"

"His name was Thomas Little.  He was a guard there for over thirty years.  He was killed in a mugging a few years back on the park, and now terrorizes anyone who comes near his post.  No rhyme or reason, just a spirit looking for revenge.  He seems to have lost his humanity."

"Alright, well we should probably wait until nightfall.  Me exorcising a spirit in the middle of a tourist attraction is a great way for me to get sent back to therapy.  Or worse."

"Since we have a couple hours to spare, do you mind telling me about therapy?  Why did you go?" Blaine asked, his adorable eyebrows raised.

"Well, you told me your story, so I guess I can tell you mine.  I was helping out a spirit, an old man who wanted to tell his kids that he loved them.  But they didn't believe me, and when I started saying stuff that only their dad would know, they freaked out and called the police.  I was only thirteen.  I had taken a bus to get to their house.  When the cops came they took me away and called my dad.  He showed up at the station to bring me home, but the cops said they wanted to make sure I was mentally stable.  He basically said that I had a very active imagination, but that he would put me in therapy just to be safe.  I think on some level my dad knew that I was different.  But to this day he doesn't really know that I can see ghosts.  But when I met the therapist, I thought, well he's a professional, he will understand.  So I told him everything.  After I was done, he made me repeat the phrase, 'It's not real, it's all pretend' over and over again until it was burned into my brain.  I lied and said that I made it all up.  Eventually they didn't make me go anymore, and I learned to keep my secret as secret as possible." Kurt finished.

Blaine was looking at Kurt in such a way that it wasn't pity, it was respect, "Kurt, I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything.  I know I'm a freak.  I've been told it my whole life.  Ever since Laurie Miller died in first grade and I would talk to her at lunch, kids have made fun of me."

"I don't think you're a freak." Blaine said, his hand on Kurt's cheek, "I think you're brave.  You have so much courage to be able to do all this on your own.  But you're not alone anymore.  You have me."

"Thank you.  I really wish I could offer you one of my cookies right now." Blaine laughed and agreed.  

Kurt went to dinner with his family preparing for his late night.  When he returned to his room he took a quick nap, setting his alarm for midnight.

"Let's go." Kurt said to Blaine after he changed into his ass kicking gear.  Black pants, black jacket and combat boots, he was ready to kick some serious ghost butt.

He pretended not to notice how the hotel staff looked at him strangely, but went ahead and got into his pre-called taxi.  Always best to think ahead when dealing with a ghost.  He checked over his bag again just to be sure.  He had some salt, a can of spray paint, an iron knife and some chocolate for later.

When they arrived Kurt looked up the stairs at the giant statue of Lincoln.  It was quite the sight to see.  What it would be like to meet a great leader such as him.  

"I met him once." Blaine said next to Kurt, "I was already a spirit, but he was here in the White House.  I used to watch him make important decisions.  It was how I passed the time then.  Politics.  You wouldn't believe how dirty it got when Nixon was around."

Kurt looked at Blaine bewildered.  He hadn't realized that there was so much that he still did not know about him.  Blaine has lived many men's lifetimes in the capitol of the United States.  He must know so much about the most trivial things.  Kurt thought that if he had to have someone on his team in the next trivial pursuit game night, he'd much rather have Blaine on his team than Finn.

"Alright Blaine, where's a good spot to draw the circle?" Kurt asked, following Blaine to a cement patch behind some bushes.  He took out his paint and started drawing the circle, pouring a salt ring around it again as extra protection.  Kurt knew of a few ways to get rid of a nasty spirit, but since digging up bones resulted in jail time, he tended to skip that and just send them off.  

"Blaine can you get me the picture?" Blaine was back in thirty seconds with it in his hands.

"It was in the office." Blaine shrugged.  Kurt took it and placed it in the center of the circle.  He took out his notes and began reading the latin words.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus

omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio

infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,

omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

As he made his way through them, the spirit found itself trapped inside the circle.  He screamed and yelled at Kurt, but he kept reading.  Wind howled, blowing away the salt, but the spirit was unable to leave the circle.  

"Ergo draco maledicte 

et omnis legio diabolica

adjuramus te.

Cessa decipere humanas creaturas,

eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare."

With a last yell, silence fell over the park.  The wind died, and the circle was empty.  Kurt looked up at Blaine, who stood a few feet away, watching from a safe distance.

"Well, he's done terrorizing people here." Kurt said, then went to pack his stuff, "I've got to say, for one vengeful spirit, I'm shocked at how easy that was.  Must not have seen me coming."

Kurt looked at Blaine again and noticed that his face was white.  Well, whiter than usual.

"What is it?" Kurt asked concerned.

"That wasn't Thomas."