For the second time in a matter of weeks, Blaine stared at himself in the mirror. This time, the Armani suit was black with a black tie. His hair was trimmed super short again and gelled into place. He smiled.

Time for everyone else to say goodbye to Phil Williams.

He really wanted to skip the funeral and spend the day with Kurt. It had been one week and Kurt insisted he was feeling better. Blaine could make love to him as long as he was gentle. But, his mother expected him to attend and given her depressed mental state, he didn't want to give her a hard time.

And then there was his father.

James had not said one word to Blaine since the fire. When they were in the same room together, he just stared at Blaine, his face expressionless. Blaine couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Either he knew his son had killed his best friend, he suspected it or, he was trying to figure out how he was going to deal with Blaine without Phil's help. Either way, Blaine was keeping an eye on him, just in case there was a firestorm building inside him, waiting to explode.

Blaine was also wondering when his father was going to Phil's condo. The funeral director had called and explained to James that a suit would not be necessary for the burial. It would be a closed casket. James had insisted on viewing what was left of the body,but the funeral director had flat out refused his request and told him it was absolutely out of the question. So, James had been procrastinating. The idea of packing up Phil's belongings depressed him. He wasn't ready to face it.

As they rode in the limousine to the church, Elaine gripped Blaine's hand tightly. She was taking Phil's death almost harder than his father. As they pulled up to the church, Blaine was disgusted. The place was packed. It was standing room only. All these people there to celebrate an asshole, lowlife like Phil Williams. Blaine felt the darkness in him swirling around in displeasure.

Blaine half-listened as his father stood up front and gave a tearful speech about his friend. As his father rambled on, Blaine started thinking about his grandfather. His grandfather had died when Blaine was a baby. He had been in his 50's. That was pretty young. He knew his grandmother had died exactly one month later. There had been something strange about her death but, he couldn't remember what. Then a thought hit him. People who knew his grandparents should still be alive. His grandfather's staff should still be around. Maybe he and Kurt could find someone who knew his grandfather intimately. He looked at his father. Who had been his grandfather's best friend?

After the funeral, the staff and close friends came back to the house for refreshments. Blaine hung out in the kitchen and eavesdropped on conversations, listening for any new details regarding the fire investigation. He wandered into the living room at just the right moment. James was talking to Meghan and Jack.

"The fire chief is coming over Monday evening to fill us in on the investigation. Hopefully we will learn the cause." James stopped talking when he saw Blaine. His face turned expressionless and he stared at him. Blaine stared back. They were locked in their staring contest until Meghan asked James a question.

Blaine went up to his room.

What was his father thinking?