Blaine is punching a punching bag in his bedroom while listening to Christina Aguilera's "Stronger".
Puck enters with a glass of blood in his hands. "Could you turn it up a little bit? It's not annoying yet."
"Sorry."
Puck switches off the music. "When are you going back to school?"
"Soon." Blaine gets on the floor to do push-ups.
"Oh, come on. Just drink already. Come on, this self-detox shit is not natural." He puts the glass next to Blaine.
"Can you get that away from me please?"
"How long did it take you to wean yourself of it the last time you indulged?" Blaine continues doing push-ups. "That's not good."
"I'll be fine; it just takes a little bit of time."
"I don't get it; you know, you don't have to kill to survive. That's what blood banks are for. I haven't hunted in a human in…God, way too long."
"Oh, I'm impressed."
"It's completely self-serving. I'm trying to get the town off the trail of vampires which is not very easy considering that there is an entire tomb of them running around."
"What are we planning on doing about that?"
"We are not going to do much of anything if you don't have your strength. There's nothing wrong with partaking in a healthy diet of human blood from a blood bank. You're not actually killing anyone."
"I have my reasons."
"Well, what are those holier-than-thou reasons? You know, we never actually discussed this. You know, I'd- I'd love to hear this story," Puck says sarcastically. He sits down on the couch.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Watching me struggle?"
"Very much so," Puck answers with a smile on his face.
"I hate to break it to you Puck but…I actually have it under complete control."
"You do? Well, then you should just carry on, making the rest of us vampires look bad." He gets up. "Have a great day, Blaine." He leaves the glass of blood on the table. Blaine stares at the glass. Puck returns. "Oh, hey, almost forgot something. Oops." Puck takes the glass and leaves. He drinks and relishes in the taste of the blood.
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Kurt is walking towards the front door. "Come on Finn, going to school! Walking out the door now!"
"Forgot this," says Emma as she gives Kurt a thermos.
"Thank you!" Kurt opens the door and Cooter is there. He was about to knock.
"Kurt!" says Cooter excitedly.
"Uncle Cooter! Hi," says Kurt, surprised.
Cooter looks at Emma cross. "Jenna."
"Cooter, you made it," says Emma in a bored tone.
"I said I'll be here before noon." He enters the house.
"Oh, what you say and what you do are typically two very different things."
Finn comes down the stairs. "Uncle Cooter, what's up?"
"Hey!" greets Cooter.
Finn slaps him on the shoulder and leaves out the door.
"I had some business in town; I thought that a visit was in order."
"How long are you staying?" asks Kurt.
"I don't know yet."
"Okay, well, I'm gonna go to school, I'll see you later," says Kurt awkwardly. He leaves; Emma looks after him and closes the door.
"So, what's up with Finn?" asks Cooter.
"He just lost a friend, so try to be sensitive," replies Emma.
Cooter laughs. "I'm always sensitive."
"Right. Really, how long are you staying?"
"Can you at least pretend that you're happy to see me?"
"Oh, my goodness Cooter! It's so good to see you. How have you been?" Emma says sarcastically. "No, I can't," she says seriously.
"Do you really think that I was just gonna sign the escrow papers and send them back?"
"Actually, I did."
"I'm not going to let you sell my brother's office."
"It's not up to you or me; it belongs to Kurt and Finn."
"Yeah but they're minors, so I get the final say, being that I'm the estate's trustee."
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Sam and Kurt are in the school hallway at Sam's locker.
"He said his trip is open ended," says Kurt.
"Uncle Cooter, I never really liked that guy," replies Sam.
"Does anyone?"
"I'm here for moral support if you need me."
"Thanks, I think I'll suffer this one alone; you've been through enough."
"Thank you by the way, for just…for everything you did at Rachel's funeral and the memorial. I couldn't have done it without you."
"Of, course Sammy." They look at each other. "So, is Quinn still baking for you guys, around the clock?"
"She finally went to her dad's, which is a good thing because my dad was going to strangle her if she dropped off one more lasagna." They chuckle at Sam's joke. Sam closes his locker and they leave.
Outside, Finn's sitting on the bleachers, listening to music. Artie arrives and parks his wheelchair next to him. He offers him a joint.
"Nah," says Finn.
"What's your problem?" asks Artie.
"I just don't want any."
Artie shrugs. "All right. They say she OD'd."
"That's what I don't get. She was doing okay.
"Apparently not."
"How did she end up buried in the woods? That's what I don't understand."
"By whoever was with her when she OD'd."
"Yeah, but you leave her? You don't take the time to bury her?"
"Maybe she saw something and…hell man, I don't know."
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Puck arrives and meets the rest of the council for a reunion at the mayor's office.
"The coroner's office has officially ruled Rachel Berry's death a drug overdose. Her family has been notified, the truth will stay in this room and we can put this behind us," says the Sheriff.
"Thank you, Sheriff. And on to a more pressing issue, Cooter Hummel has asked to say a few words," says Mayor. Puck is surprised to hear that name. "Welcome back Cooter, it's good to see you."
"Hello everyone, it's wonderful to see you, I wish it were under better circumstances. As a founding family member, I find it's my duty to report some very distressing news.
Puck speaking discretely to the Sheriff. "He's a Hummel?"
"Kurt's uncle. His name is Cooter but I call him Jackass," replies Sheriff.
"A hospital blood bank in the neighboring city of Akron has reported several break ins over the past two weeks. Seven hunters, four campers and two states employees have been reported missing as well. All of this within a 75-mile radius of Lima," reports Cooter.
Mayor Abrams interrupts him. "Okay, okay. No need to get alarmed right at this moment."
"Meaning he doesn't want to cancel the Founders' Day Kick-off Party," Sheriff says discreetly to Puck.
"You think all of your problems are over, but I'm here to tell you, nothing's been solved," says Cooter.
Puck looks uncomfortable.
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Will is in his classroom talking with Kurt. "I made a copy of a paper Finn wrote for me. I think you should look at it." He gives the paper to Kurt. He reads the title: "Fact or Fiction: The Truth About Vampires in Lima".
"Finn wrote this?" asks Kurt.
"He's very clear that he didn't think it was real."
Kurt sighs. "I really hope you're right, because I've done so much to protect him from all of this." He gives Will back the paper.
"So, how do you deal with it?"
"What do you mean?"
"With all the lies and the secrets. I mean, you have to lie to everyone who's important to you."
"It's not safe for them to know the truth. So, yes, I keep it from them, but it's only because I love them."
"I think Blaine is a good guy. But at the end of the day he's still a vampire."
"I know it's hard to understand, but Blaine is different. He would never do anything to hurt me."
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Cooter, Finn, and Emma are eating in the kitchen.
"I don't have any no interest in the Founders' Day Kick-off Party," says Finn.
"Sure, you do its tradition," says Cooter.
"I think it's okay to break it," says Emma.
"The Hummels have been a part of this town for a hundred and fifty years. We're one of the founding families and with that distinction comes certain obligations including going to the party. One day, when you can appreciate the significance, I'll tell you all about your heritage," says Cooter, ignoring Emma.
"Hmm, the Hummel family legacy. I forgot how sacred it was. I'm not a Hummel so I was never cool enough to hear it," says Emma.
"Why does she hate you so much?" Finn whispers to Cooter.
"We used to date."
"You know I'm still here, right?"
Upstairs, Kurt is in his bedroom with Blaine.
"Why would he write a report on vampires? Do you think he's starting to remember?" Kurt asks.
"Puck took away those memories for good, you don't have to worry about that. I tell you what; why don't you just ask him?" asks Blaine simply.
"I…I can't."
"Why not? I mean if he doesn't know anything then it's just an innocent question."
"I don't even know how to talk to him anymore. I mean, we used to be a lot more open with each other. But now, with all these secrets just piling up…" Kurt sighs heavily. "You know, I haven't even told him that I am adopted yet."
"Maybe it's time you start opening up to him. I'm not saying you should tell him everything but at least try to find out what he does know and be prepared for it."
Kurt rubs his shoulder. "What about you, how are you doing?"
"Much, much better. I'm still, you know…a little jittery, a little bit on edge, but I'm gonna be okay."
"I've been really worried about you and I missed you."
"I just needed to lay low for a little while and let my body adjust. It's only been a few days."
"It feels like a lifetime."
They kiss each other.
"I've missed you too."
They start kissing more passionately. Blaine lays Kurt down on the bed. Kurt rolls over and lays on top of Blaine. Blaine, somewhat aggressively, rolls him back over so he's on top. Then Blaine suddenly stops kissing Kurt.
"Blaine, what's wrong? Blaine?"
His face starts transforming. He throws himself back against the wall, breaking a lamp in the process. Blaine sees what he's done and runs out of the room.
"Blaine!" Kurt yells after him. But Blaine is already gone.
A little while later, someone knocks on the door and Kurt opens it. It's Puck.
"Oh, good you're here," greets Kurt.
"You ask, I come. I'm easy like that," replies Puck. Kurt points upstairs. Puck sees Finn eating in the kitchen. "No, Kurt, I will not go to your bedroom with you," says Puck loudly and obnoxiously.
Finn looks at them and rolls his eyes. Kurt punches his arm. He laughs and go upstairs with Kurt.
Kurt and Puck enter Kurt's bedroom.
"Ah, just like I remember," says Puck.
"Stop messing around," says Kurt agitatedly.
Puck goes to Kurt's bed, takes the teddy bear off the pillow, lays on his bed and holds the teddy bear on his chest. "Did you know that your uncle has been kicking it with the Founders' Council?"
"What?"
"Yep."
"Perfect, we'll just add it to the growing list of how everything is falling apart."
Puck notices the broken lamp and points an arm of the teddy bear towards it. "What happened right there?"
"Uh…nothing," Kurt nervously answers. Puck looks at him like he's not telling the truth. "Look Puck, I'm worried about Blaine. He says that everything's okay, but he's clearly struggling. How long is it gonna take before he goes back to normal?"
"A few days, give or take."
"It's been a few days."
"Give then, I don't know. What's the big fucking deal?" He gets up and gives Kurt the teddy bear.
"He's not himself, Puck."
Puck goes toward the dresser, opens the drawer and looks in it. "Well, maybe his problem is that he has spent too long not being himself." He takes a jockstrap from the drawer. Kurt takes it from him and put it back in the drawer.
"Please don't make me sorry for asking you."
Puck goes over to Kurt's vanity and takes a picture from the mirror. Kurt tries to take it back, but is too slow. "It is what it is Kurt. The Blaine you know was 'good behavior Blaine', 'reign it in Blaine', 'fight against his nature into an annoying excessive level Blaine'. But if you think there isn't another part to this then you have not been paying attention." He pouts at Kurt as if ready to kiss Kurt, but instead Kurt takes back the picture.
"He's not you, not even close." Kurt goes over to his vanity puts the picture back.
"Well, he doesn't want to be me. That doesn't mean that deep down though he's not." Puck gets closer to Kurt, looks at him, and leaves.
At the boarding house, Blaine is looking for a book. He seems to be stressed. He roughly pours himself a glass of whiskey and drinks it.