"You okay?" asks Finn while he stands in Kurt's bedroom doorway.

"Is Rachel in your room?" Kurt asks back.

"Don't answer a question with another question. You know it confuses me." Kurt looks at him with his signature sassy look. "Maybe. What's wrong with you?" Finn comes in to sit on his bed.

"I'm miserable."

"You know that food helps fill that gap. You should go get something to eat." Kurt looked at him like he was a genius and walks to the kitchen.

"Emma? Emma?" calls Kurt to see if Emma was home to see if they could go get some dinner. But he hears clatter going on in the kitchen and sees Blaine digging for a pan. "Blaine? What are you doing here?" Kurt walks in and sees Blaine cooking something.

"Dinner."

"But why- "

"Finn told me that Chicken Parmesan is your favorite. And I happen to be a good cook."

"I don't know what you're trying to accomplish," says Kurt in a confused voice.

"You want to know me, right? Well I figure if you're gonna dump me, you should at least know who you're dumping. So, let's start with Kristian."

"Blaine…"

"He was the most beautiful man I ever met, until you." Kurt smiles. "He had this perfect pale skin and he had this laugh that was ridiculous, his laugh made you laugh. And he was fun; he knew how to have a good time. But Kristian was also very impatient, very entitled, selfish, and impulsive. Enter Puck, he claims that he was there first, I don't know. I do know that I did some things that I'm not proud of. And my biggest regret was not able to make it right before he died. I miss him, but I'm no longer crippled by his loss."

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"It was nice what you did for Blaine; very romantic," says Rachel on Finn's bed.

"Well I was feeling romantic."

"Look what I found…'Kurt Hummel; take one every four days every six hours, as needed for anxiety,'" reads Rachel from Kurt's prescription.

"That's left over from the car accident."

"Then he won't miss them." Rachel tries to crush the pills with Finn's pocket watch.

Finn grabs the pocket watch from her. "Don't use that, that's an antique." He sighs. "I feel like we're always taking pills."

"That's the beauty of choice."

"Well then let's choose not to. I mean we don't have to take pills all the time, right?"

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"I'm an avid reader; huge Fitzgerald fan. Gatsby is a masterpiece. I think F.R.I.E.N.D.S. is the best American TV show in the past 20 years, but I Love Lucy is the best all time show," says Blaine in the kitchen with Kurt cooking dinner.

"Here let me help," says Kurt as he grabs vegetables and a knife and starts chopping.

"As far as music, I like mainly Pop and Top 40, but I do like some soft rock and punk any day of the year. If you ever wanted me to, I could even listen to show tunes, just for you. And I even like that one Miley song." Kurt starts judging Blaine. "Easy."

"What? I didn't say anything." They start to flirt with their eyes as Kurt is still chopping and he slices his finger open. "Ahh, ow."

"What? Are you okay?" asks Blaine before he sees the blood.

"Um yeah I'm okay." Kurt runs over to sink and washes his hand while Blaine feels the blood that Kurt left on the knife. The vampire sneaks up on him and Kurt sees his face in the reflection of the window above the sink. "Your face."

"Uh yeah I think I got something in my eye," says Blaine as he turns away from Kurt so that wouldn't see his face.

"Blaine…hey. Blaine." Blaine calms himself down so he can turn around. "I think that my paranoia has turned into full-blown hallucinations," says Kurt after he sees that Blaine's face is fine.

"It's part of your job." They look into each other's eyes and Blaine leans forward to kiss Kurt.

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"No friend discounts, no freebees, no pay later's. We are not running a charity here," says Quinn as she explains the cashier job to Kurt at the car wash fundraiser the next day.

"No were not," replies Kurt in an annoyed voice.

"Hey," says Blaine, walking up to them and giving Kurt a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey," replies Kurt with a huge smile on his face.

"The event is called 'Sexy Suds' ya know," says Quinn when she sees that the boys still had their tops on and she walks away.

"Did we just get scolded?" asks Blaine.

"And judged, yes," replies Kurt. "I think you have to take your jacket off."

"You have to go first."

"Fine." Kurt starts to take off his shirt but he gets stuck and Blaine helps him. "That was so not sexy."

"Hey, that's what I'm here for, to help you when you get stuck."

"You know you keep saying things like and that will give people the wrong impression."

"Like what?"

"Like that you're always gonna be there when I get stuck."

"Well I'm planning on always being in your life." Kurt looks at him in pure admiration. "What?"

"It's just I've been thinking the same thing."

"Well good." He leans in to kiss Kurt.

Sam is looking at them from afar.

"Hey none of the ex-boyfriend brooding stuff," reasons Mercedes as she's helping Sam dry off a car.

"It's just hard. I still love him," replies Sam.

"You just have to give it time. You'll move on soon enough." A car comes up behind Mercedes and tells another girl she has to take it. "Hey Clare, this one's yours."

"Look guy, your car is a piece of shit. We could wash it but it'll still be a piece of shit," says Clare to the customer.

"Look, you don't have to be a bitch to him," replies Mercedes.

"Whatever." As Clare starts to fill up her bucket with water, Mercedes starts to use her magic mojo and the hose water blows up in Clare's face.

"AHHH! Somebody help me!"

"Hold on! You gotta be careful Clares," says Sam as he helps Clare with the hose.

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"You're getting soap in your ring," says Kurt as he and Blaine are washing a car.

"It's fine," replies Blaine.

"I noticed that Puck has one too. Is there a story behind it?"

"Yeah it's the family crest from the Italian renaissance."

"Oh, it's a stone."

"It's called Lapiz Latzulli."

"You should really take it off, I can put it my bag."

"No, really. Thank you though." Blaine leans in to kiss Kurt. Kurt notices that they need more towels. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," replies Blaine.

Kurt then walks over to Quinn and asks for more towels. "We need more towels, Q."

"I'll get some more. Watch the money for me please." She gets up to get some more.

"Sure." Kurt takes her place.

"I would like a wash, please," says a customer.

"No problem, that will be $20, sir." Kurt looks up at the man and it's the same man from the day before. "I saw you last night, at Breadstix, with my friend."

"I thought I saw someone last night."

"His name's Blaine Anderson."

"It couldn't be; just my mind playing tricks on me."

"Where do you think, you've seen him before?"

"When I first moved here, I stayed at the Anderson-Puckerman boarding house. Blaine was just passing through to visit his uncle. I mean none of us knew he was here until the attack."

"Attack?"

"His uncle got killed; mauled by an animal, in the woods, behind the house."

"His uncle? Cooper?"

The man shakes his head. "Mmm-mm Joseph."

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't, I'm not familiar with this story."

"Well how could you, it was years ago."

"Grandpa, you have to go. Mom wants you home," says Clare walking up to the older gentleman. The older gentleman starts to walk away. "He wasn't bothering you, was he? He's a little Alzheimer-y."

"No, he's actually very sweet," says Kurt as he leaves the table to catch up to him. "Wait, sir, are you sure the man that you saw was Blaine Anderson?"

"Yes. I remember his ring, his brother…"

"Puck?"

"Yes, well I knew him as Noah back then, Blaine and Noah Anderson-Puckerman."

"When was this?"

"It was early June 1953. Yeah, 1953."