"I am studying."

"Making shadow puppets has absolutely nothing to do with math!"

"I'm making the shadows on the math book, so it kind of has something to do with math."

"Give me the flashlight..."

"No way, I'm having fun!"

"Blaine, flashlight, now."

Blaine groaned and passed the flashlight to his boyfriend.

"You're no fun."

"At least now you can focus on studying."

"How can I study? I can't read the book in the dark, it's pitch black in here, and you took my flashlight."

Kurt sighed as he sat next to Blaine on the couch, passing the flashlight back to him before resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"We need something to entertain ourselves with until the power comes back."

"Hmmm..." Blaine mumbled, trying to think.

Kurt smirked. "I know what we could do."

"Pray for the power to come back?"

"No, we could tell ghost stories." Maybe Kurt was on to something here, maybe Blaine was afraid of ghosts.

"Scary stories! How fun!" Maybe not.

"Can I tell one first, Kurt? Can I?"

"Knock yourself out."

"Okay, so... did you ever hear the story of the fast food ghost?"

Oh goodness, here we go.

"Well, legend has it that once upon a time there was a man who ate nothing but fast food, until one day, he died and became a ghost." Blaine said as he held the flashlight under his face, making scary faces and trying to look serious as he went on.

"That would explain why he was called the fast food ghost and not the fast food alive guy."

"Shh! I'm not done."

Kurt laughed. "Sorry, go on."

"So one day, he was going through the drive through, and he crashed the car and died, and became a ghost, and when he crashed the car, his body and car were moved, but his soul stayed at the fast food place. But he was miserable, because he couldn't eat the fast food, cause every time he tried to eat some it just went right through him, cause he was a spirit."

Kurt had to cover his mouth to muffle his laughter, Blaine seemed so serious, did he actually think this story was suppose to be scary? Plus being told an extremely lame scary story by a guy who looked like an innocent little puppy just made the entire situation even more hilarious.

"So one day, the fast food ghost decided to try and find his body, so he could re enter it and get some fast food. After years of searching, he finally managed to find it buried in a cemetery."

"You'd think that'd be the first place he would've thought to look."

"Kurt, stop interrupting, the stories not as scary if there are breaks in between me telling it!"

"Blaine, sweetheart, the stories not scary if you tell it all at once..."

"Kurt, I'm trying to tell a story here."

"Sorry, continue on, I'm just dying to know what happens."

"... You're doing that sarcasm thing again, aren't you?"

"Just finish your story, darling."

"Okay... where was I? Oh! So he finds his body, and re enters it, and the he rises from the ground like a gross creepy zombie, and he makes his way back to the fast food place, and by the time he finds it, it's day time."

"And people don't notice a dead guy who looks like a rotting corpse wandering through town?"

"I'm getting to that!"

"... Are you just making this up as you go along?"

"No, this really happened in real life."

"Blaine..."

"It's true, that's why you should let me finish, that way if the fast food ghost ever is at a fast food restaurant at the same time as you, you'll be prepared."

"First of all, I would never be caught dead in a fast food restaurant, if you could even call those places restaurants, I don't put that gross disgusting unhealthy crud in my body. Second of all, the ghost found his body, so wouldn't his name get changed to the fast food zombie now?"

"Can I please just tell this story?"

"Fine, keep going."

"Anyway, so he gets the fast food place, and he walks up to the counter with his extra large fast food drink cup..."

"Where'd he get an extra large fast food drink cup?"

"Okay, I'm just ignoring you now, cause if I don't I'll never finish this story."

"It's not my fault I keep asking questions, there are major holes in it."

"He walks up to the counter!"

"Okay, okay, he walks up to the counter, then what happens?"

"And he looks at the person standing there, and he holds up his extra large fast food drink cup, and he says... "do you give free refills?" and- hey... why are you laughing?"

Kurt could feel his entire body shaking, his laughter was uncontrollable and he was surprised he could manage breathing by this point.

"What the hell kind of scary story was that?"

"Do you think you could tell a better one?"

"A story about a bunny and a mouse becoming best friends in a magical forest of love and rainbows is scarier than that!"

"Okay, so my story was lame, you tell one."

"Alright, give me the flashlight." he said before holding the flashlight under his face like Blaine had moments ago.

"Once upon a time a man and his new wife decided to buy their first house together, people warned them not to buy the house they wanted because it was built over an old burial ground but they didn't listen. Things seemed fine, until one night when they were sleeping."

"What happened while they were sleeping?"

"They heard a strange sound... tap, tap, tap."

"What was tapping?" Blaine asked, leaning in towards Kurt a bit.

"The husband got out of bed to find out... and the wife heard him scream, and when she raced downstairs he was gone, no sign of him, and then the sound came back... tap, tap, tap." Kurt tapped on the end of the flashlight.

"Wow, this is really good, you should write for a living."

"So the wife-"

Tap, tap, tap.

"Kurt, I know you're tapping on the flashlight for added effects but it's kind of distracting and I want to find out what happens."

"... I didn't tap of the flashlight that time."

Tap, tap, tap.

"Kurt, you're not scaring me. I know you're tapping on the flashlight."

"I'm not doing it anymore, honest, take the flashlight if you don't believe me."

Kurt handed his boyfriend the flashlight. Tap, tap, tap.

"Told you."

"Well then, who's tapping?"

"I don't know." Kurt had been trying to tell ghost stories to freak out Blaine... not himself... where was that tapping coming from?

"I'm officially freaking out."

"Kurt, it's probably just a branch from a tree outside hitting one of the windows."

"How is this possible?"

"What?"

"I tell you a scary story, and then what happens in the story happens to us and you're not even worried, let alone scared."

"Why should I worry? There's a logical explanation for everything, I'm sure it's nothing. I'll go check the front door."

"You can't do that, don't you remember what happened to the man in the story? He disappeared!"

"Kurt, that was a story you made up, I'm not going to disappear."

"Blaine, don't go investigating, just stay here." Kurt said, getting up and moving to stand in front of him to block him, jumping and shouting when his back hit something, well, someone... and that someone couldn't be Blaine because Blaine was in front of him.

"What the heck is going on here?"

"Dad?"

"Hi, Mr. Hummel!" Blaine said happily.

"Dad what are you doing? You scared me half to death!"

"The power went out at work so I figured I'd come home early, but I see we don't have power here either."

"What about that tapping?"

"I forgot my house key at work, I was hoping somebody would let me in."

"Well, if you forgot your house key, how'd you get in?"

"I remembered Carol decided to start leaving a spare key under the mat, Finn forgets his house key a lot, boy would get locked out all the time if we didn't leave it there."

"See Kurt, I told you there was nothing to be scared of." Blaine said smiling.

Kurt groaned as Burt went off to find some candles, how was it that he tried to scare Blaine, and ended up scaring himself? It wouldn't have been so bad if Blaine had at least been scared as well, but he barely reacted. Looks like scaring Blaine himself wasn't going to work... no more trying so hard, he'd let the thing that Blaine was afraid of come to him on it's own.