When Blaine and Cooper arrived at the apartment after they dropped Kurt off at his house, they went straight to the police files and started analyzing them each sentence by sentence, trying to figure out what they must have missed. 

“This is pointless,” Cooper groaned after forty-five minutes, “We’re not finding anything.”

Blaine wanted to argue and tell his brother that he was just being lazy, but he couldn’t help but agree.  They had pored over these files numerous times and researched each and every one of the victims and their immediate families.  After all that they still weren’t getting any closer to narrowing down who the spirit was.

“Yeah,” Blaine said, “So what do you think we should do?”

“Nothing, I guess,” Cooper shrugged, “Sometimes these things just take time to figure out.  The answers are hardly ever found in the official paperwork anyway.  When it’s light out tomorrow morning we can head over there and see if we can find any physical kind of evidence.  That might give us a clue about what we’re looking for.”

“Yeah, okay,” Blaine agreed.

Blaine fiddled with the pen in his hand as he and Cooper sat silently at the kitchen table.  He was about to retreat back to his bedroom when Cooper spoke up.

“So, how is Kurt really taking all of this?” Cooper asked.

“Fine, surprisingly,” Blaine sighed, “Well, not surprisingly actually.  Kurt’s always been very understanding.”

“Still ya know, it’s a lot to take in.  So what’s the deal with you two anyway?” Cooper asked, “How’d you meet and stuff?”

“I met him when I was at Dalton last year,” Blaine responded.

“And….?” Cooper pried, “C’mon, there’s gotta be a story there.”

“Look, why are you even interested?” Blaine shouted suddenly, sounding exasperated.

“Blaine –I…. You’re my brother….” Cooper said sounding confused at his brother’s unexpected blow up.

Blaine scoffed.

“Yeah,” he glared, “Like that ever mattered to you before.”

Blaine stood, almost knocking his chair to the floor, and started to walk away from the table.

“Blaine what are you talking about?” Cooper cried.

“Oh gee, I don’t know,” Blaine said sarcastically, turning around to face his brother. “Maybe the fact that the last time I saw you, you weren’t exactly accepting of my life choices.”

Cooper’s expression faltered.  He looked down at the floor, grief streaked across his face.

“After that Sadie Hawkins Dance in eighth grade, do you remember what you said to me?” Blaine continued, “After Dad was finished tearing me to pieces telling me that I should have ‘thought my choices through’ and ‘made better decisions’ you told me that he had a point and that maybe I should just ‘try to blend in for now’!  And it wasn’t just then either.  Every time I was beat up for being gay at one of the schools we went to you would always side with Dad and say that I had somehow ‘provoked’ them.  You were supposed to be my brother then.  You were supposed to listen to me and support me even when Dad didn’t.  And now you come in here acting all buddy-buddy with my boyfriend pretending that you’re happy for me?  How do you expect me to react to that?”

“Blaine,” Cooper pleaded, “That’s not what it was like –“

“How was it then?” Blaine snapped.

Cooper sighed.

“You’re my baby brother,” Cooper explained, “It killed me to see you get hurt like that when I wasn’t around to stop it.  I just didn’t want those kids at school to hurt you anymore.  The things that Dad said….. they were wrong and I was wrong for agreeing with him.  I know that now and I’m sorry.  I wish I could take it back.  At the time, I just didn’t know what else to do.”

Blaine continued to glare at his brother.

“You have no idea what it was like for me.  I had no friends and even my family hated me for what I was.”

“We never hated you, Blaine, especially not for being gay.  Don’t ever think that,” Cooper whispered, “Look…. that was never the reason why Dad and I acted the way we did.  We’re just protective of you.  The night Mom died, whatever killed her was in your nursery.  It obviously wanted something to do with you too.  After that, I swore I would protect you.  From anything.  We could have lost both you and Mom that night.  Dad knows that.  He just doesn’t want to come close to losing you again.”

“You expect me to believe that Dad acted like a homophobe because he was afraid of losing me?” Blaine laughed, “He didn’t seem too bothered after I left.”

“I know,” Cooper admitted quietly, “There’s more to his side of the story, but when he didn’t try harder to get you to stay, we fought.  You should know….. I stopped talking to Dad for a long time after you left.  It wasn’t until earlier this year that he contacted me and explained himself.  To be honest, even now we’re sort of on shaky terms with each other.  Other than that I’ve had just as much contact with him as you have.”

This was definitely news to Blaine.  After he started school at Dalton, he completely cut off contact from his family.  He just assumed that when they didn’t show up to try to get him to come back that they didn’t care that he left in the first place.  Cooper made a few feeble attempts to persuade him to come back, but other than that there was nothing.  Since then he only heard from them every few months or so.  This whole time he had though that Cooper and his father were hunting –together.  

Blaine sighed and sat back down at the table.  He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and pressed him palms to his forehead.

“I still don’t understand,” Blaine said, “Why the sudden change in attitude?  Is it just because you need my help to find dad?”

Cooper pulled his chair closer to his brother, sat down, and hesitantly rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Blaine, listen to me.  There was no ‘change in attitude’.  I never hated you or looked down upon you in any way.   I’m so sorry you ever felt like that.  I didn’t know or I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention,” Cooper confessed, “I called you a bunch of times when you started at Dalton trying to get you to come back, but it seemed like you wanted nothing to do with us.  And I didn’t blame you.  Dad was a total dick to you a lot of the time.  But I promise, whatever choices you make, I’ll be there for you.  Whether you want to hunt or not hunt, marry Kurt or that hot nurse back at the hospital, I don’t care!  You’re my brother and I love you and I am happy for you.  No pretending.”

Blaine took a deep breath and took his face out of his hands.  When he looked up he was surprised to see that his older brother’s eyes were red and glossed over.

“Okay,” Blaine said slowly, “Okay.  I think I understand now.  It’s just…. I don’t know.  I spent so long believing that you didn’t accept who I was that now it’s strange to think anything else.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Cooper nodded, “It’s my fault too.  A couple of phone calls?  Who am I kidding.  No wonder you thought I was a terrible brother.  I really don’t expect you to forgive me.  I should have driven to that damn prep school, threw you in the Impala, and then it could have been you and me against the world.  Forget Dad, forget everyone else.  Hunting, living in shitty motels, hitting the bars, picking up chicks…. or guys….” 

Cooper sighed and shoved his face in his hands just like his brother had a few minutes early.  He continued to mumble frustrated comments about the life on the road they could have had if only Cooper had approached Blaine sooner.

Blaine smirked at his brother.

“Hey, Coop,” Blaine said, “It’s okay…. I forgive you.”

Cooper’s head shot up.

“Really?” Cooper asked disbelievingly, “After everything?”

“We all make mistakes,” Blaine supplied, “And everyone deserves a second chance, right?  Besides, its not like living on my own was all bad.  If I hadn’t left you guys, I probably never would have met Kurt.”

“Right!” Cooper exclaimed, “This is what I wanted to know in the first place!  Come on, squirt.  Give me details.”

Blaine rolled his eyes as his phone buzzed.  He opened the message to find that it was from Kurt himself.

To: Blaine

From: Kurt

I think I found something

about the R81 case!

Text me back asap!

“It’s from Kurt,” Blaine told Cooper, “He says he found out something that could help with the case!”

“What!” Cooper cried, “We’ve been slaving over these files forever!  How did the newbie find something before we did?”

“I don’t know,” Blaine said, “I guess he’s been researching.”

“So let’s see now: he’s hot, can sing, knows about cars, conniving, and smart….” Cooper listed.

Blaine began dialing his boyfriend’s number when his phone buzzed with an incoming call from Kurt.

“Hey, Kurt!  I was just –“

“Blaine, we need to get rid of that ghost now!” Kurt cried on the other end of the phone, “Rachel is headed to Route 81 right now and I know she’s going to be texting Finn about how he should respect her vegan-ness or cryptically tweeting about how mad she is at him right now –“

“Whoa, Kurt, slow down!” Blaine started, “What happened?”

Blaine put his phone on speaker so that Cooper could hear also.

Kurt took a deep breath as he pulled out of his driveway and onto the road.

“Okay,” he breathed, “It turns out, you’ve been looking at the wrong cases.  You’ve only looked into the ones that were declared ‘hit and runs’, but there was another major accident that happened before all of those ones.  Carole told me that there’s this girl in the psychiatric ward of the hospital named Melissa Thompson who got into an accident a while ago while she was texting and driving.  The crash ended up killing Tiffany Hawthorne and her daughter who were in the other car.  I looked up the news report about the accident and, Blaine, Tiffany Hawthorne’s car is the exact same one that was chasing us!  And, the main reason why Melissa is in the psych ward is because she’s been seeing Tiffany’s ghost!”

“Holy crap,” Cooper said with wide eyes, “It’s definitely Tiffany that’s been attacking all these people.  It makes sense too!  Tiffany is probably targeting people who are texting and driving, since that’s what killed her and her daughter.  Teenagers text and drive the most out of anyone, so it’s no wonder all the victims have been on the younger side!”

“Exactly!” Kurt agreed.

“Okay, Kurt, listen to me,” Blaine decided, “Why don’t you come over here and we can sort this whole thing out?”

“Are you crazy?” Kurt screamed, “Did you not hear me before?  Rachel, aka the textaholic, is on that road right now!  I’m in my car headed over there to stop her.  I’m not going to let one of my best friends get killed by some vengeful ghost!”

“What?” Blaine gasped, “Kurt, no way!  That’s way too dangerous!  What are you even planning on doing?”

“I don’t know yet, but I have to do something,” Kurt insisted, “She’s one of my best friends.  I have to help her.”

Blaine sputtered trying to come up with a reason that would dissuade Kurt from driving to Route 81.  He couldn’t let his boyfriend head into a situation where he could very well be killed.

“No wait, this is actually a good idea!” Cooper exclaimed.

Blaine looked at his brother incredulously.

“Listen,” Cooper continued, “Kurt can head over to Route 81 and try to help Rachel or anyone else that might be threatened by Tiffany and you and I can find the grave site and get rid of her once and for all!”

“Sounds like a plan,” Kurt said quickly, “I’m almost there, I gotta go.”

Kurt hung up on the other end leaving Blaine gaping wordlessly at the phone in his hand.

“Oh my god,” he breathed, “This isn’t happening.  This isn’t happening.  This is exactly why I kept him out of this.  He’s going to get hurt.  Oh my god, this is all my fault –“

“Blaine!” Cooper shouted, “Focus!  I know you’re worried about Kurt.  I am too, but he’s a smart kid and he can take care of himself.  And I don’t think there was anything you could have done to stop him, especially if it’s his friend that’s in trouble.”

“But what if something happens to him?” Blaine said desperately.

“Nothing will happen to him if we take care of Tiffany Hawthorne first!  Now come on, we gotta figure out where she was buried!”

Blaine followed Cooper over to the laptop where he started searching periodical archives for anything related to where Tiffany Hawthorne was laid to rest.  Despite the fact that this information was urgent, Blaine couldn’t seem to focus on the words on the screen.  

All he could think about was the fact that Kurt was about to be faced with an angry, vengeful spirit, completely unarmed and unprepared.

His worst nightmare; A reality.