Blaine really didn't sleep well that night. He could hear someone moving around in his room, and muffled voices, but there was no one there.

Then around nine-thirty, he heard that familiar voice say,

"Are you here?"

He peeked out from under the covers and saw the brown haired boy staring at him.

"Did you think I was going to leave my own room?" he asked after a moment.

"We've been over this -- it's my room now." the other teen snapped. "What's your name anyway?"

Blaine was taken aback by the rapid change of subject.

"Blaine," he said cautiously. "I'm Blaine Anderson. You?"

"Kurt Hummel." the brunette answered. "You aren't going to scream again, are you?"

Blaine smiled wryly at him and sat up properly on his bed.

"I think if I were, it would have already happened by now." he responded, watching as Kurt made his way over to the windows, which even though it was night time, remained shut. "What are you doing?"

Kurt shrugged.

"I'm opening the curtains. I feel like I'm being suffocated." he reached for the rope that he could use to pull the heavy fabric back. "Why do you have these up here anyway, this isn't at all how I would decorate my room."

"I'm photosensitive," the curly haired boy answered. "I can't be exposed to any light brighter than a candle or a lamp burning on low."

Kurt dropped his hand. He really was curious about Blaine (It couldn't be the same Blaine from the stories he'd heard about the people who'd lived here before him, could it?), and he didn't want to do something to hurt him.

No...he had to be the son of a servant who had yet to leave the house.

Right?

---

Outside, Ms. Sylvester and Mr. Schuester were talking...well, more like arguing out on the grounds.

"William I am as sure of this as I am that a beaver made the shack of sticks that sits atop your head." she was saying, "but we can't tell the woman. Not yet."

"Don't start with me, Sue," he replied. "We can't hide it from them forever -- I heard the older boy discussing it with his mother earlier. Apparantly his brother's been seeing things."

Ms. Sylvester looked up at the old house.

"Well good. Maybe this won't be so difficult after all." she said. "We have a few days to figure things out. Good night, William."

"'Night Sue."

---

"You're crazy -- how can you not know who Cary Grant is?"

"Blame the fact that my brother was gone for a year fighting in the War and couldn't take me, and the fact that my mother won't let me out of the house, even for an evening show."

Kurt frowned and shifted his weight to get more comfortable on the bed.

"But...you said you're allergic to light brighter than a lamp at its lowest setting. I don't see how going to an evening show, or sitting in a dark theater would do any harm." he shrugged. "The movies I've been to aren't terribly bright -- I think you'd be okay sitting through one measley picture."

Blaine laughed.

"Thanks. Try telling my mother that." he frowned at seeing Kurt sit up, as if he was listening for something down the hall. Odd, as he hadn't heard anything from his mother or his brother -- both of whom were very deep sleepers. "What is it?"

Kurt sighed and got up, brushing off his clothing.

"My dad is calling me...probably wants to give me hell for trying to redecorate his room." he chuckled a little. "I'll see you in the morning, Blaine. Good night."

Blaine smiled.

"Good night, Kurt."

---

Bernadette thought she might be having a stroke.

Her room was not how she'd left it this morning. The bedspread was completely different, and parts of the wallpaper had been torn down.

The curtains, which she'd always left open to let in the sun (otherwise she'd go crazy trapped in the dark), were half hanging off of the curtain rod, as if someone had tried yanking them down, but hadn't succeeded.

Cooper and Blaine knew not to come into her room -- Blaine was expressly forbidden due to the light.

That left two suspects.

She stepped out into the hall.

"Ms. Sylvester?" she called. Silence. "I know you can hear me, and I want you and Quinn downstairs in the kitchen in five minutes!"

There had to be a logical explanation for this.

There had to be.