Ghost? What did he mean ghost? Kurt looked around, trying to see what the other boy saw, but realized he was the ghost. But how was that possible if he wasn't dead? Or was he dead after all?

No, he couldn't be, he could see himself laying in Blaine's lap, and he definitely was still breathing.

Nick stood and walked over to the spot beside the couch where Kurt's ghost was standing. He didn't exactly see the other boy, only just sensed him. "Hello, ghostie, who are you? Did you used to live here? Or did you wander up from the graveyard down the hill?"

Kurt remained silent. He didn't understand anything that was happening, didn't know where he was even. The last thing he remembered was laying on his bed, fighting the Other inside him. And then he'd fallen asleep, and Jeff...no, Jeremiah, had tried to burn him to death.

He didn't like how close the darker boy was standing to him, so he moved away, towards David, who now lay on the floor, pupils fully dilated. They reminded him of stoner Bret's eyes after a weekend bender. Was he high? Were they all intoxicated? He glanced back at Blaine and Wes, noting that Nick still stood looking at the spot he had been, not having noticed that he'd moved.

He moved over to Blaine and knelt down in front of him. The dark one definitely looked like he was blissed out on something. He had a dopey grin on his face, and he was humming under his breath as he stroked Kurt's hair. He looked adorable. Kurt's apparition reached out and stroked his cheek...and Blaine smiled wider and leaned into the touch.

He could feel the shorter boy's skin under his insubstantial fingers, felt the pressure as the golden eyed vampire pressed his cheek into the caress. Kurt pulled his hand back in surprise. He looked at those honey colored eyes, and they seemed a little clearer than they had a moment ago. He reached out and took the vampire's hand, staring into his eyes, watching as the his expression slowly cleared.

The blond vampire walked over to where Nick was still standing. "What's going on, Nicky?"

"I'm not sure. I can still feel the ghost, but I can't pinpoint it. If I had some grave dust on me, I could trap it and make it appear and talk to us."

Jeremiah just shrugged. "Why would you want to talk to a ghost? It's probably just the former owner of the house or something."

"Ghosts are useful. They have to tell you the truth when you summon them. If I hadn't summoned up Great Uncle Alexander, I would never have known about you, and you'd have died."

The vampire shuddered. "I wanted to die then. I hated what they had done to me. I didn't know it would take so long to die, though. I lay in that grave for fifty seven years, Nicky! Every second was agony! And then you came and freed me, and I was so insane I attacked you."

Nick smiled and kissed him. "I know babe, you couldn't help yourself. But my blood healed you, and now we can be together forever."

Neither of them noticed Blaine blink as the fog cleared from his mind. Kurt wasn't sure the other boy could actually see him, but he motioned for him to be quiet anyway. Whether he saw the apparition or not, Blaine remained silent and motionless, only his eyes moving as he took in the situation.

Kurt slipped his hand away from Blaine's, brushing his own corporeal hand as he did. He felt a jolt, and looked at his own face. The eyes shot open, irises black shot through with streaks of blue and green. Suddenly Kurt understood what was happening. The Other was occupying his body, while he had somehow managed to detach his spirit and wander freely.

Instinctively he grabbed his own hand, and with another jolt, felt himself settle into his own body. He fought to remain still.

Nick looked around, frowning. "Damn, it's gone. Oh well. I'll be prepared for it next time." He glanced around again, still frowning. "Shouldn't the others be here by now?"

The blond frowned down at David. "That one probably warned them off. No matter though, they'll be easy to capture."

Nick giggled and nuzzled the vampire's neck. "Should we have some fun while we wait?"

Jeremiah smirked. "What did you have in mind?"

The warlock whispered in his ear, and they both glanced at Kurt and Blaine, giggling.

…

"That's it? That's all we have to do?" Thad asked, skeptically.

Trent nodded his head. "I confirmed it twice."

"It just seems too easy." Thad said, as they searched for the items they needed.

Gathering their supplies, they headed back down to the gate house. "I just hope we're in time. Kurt won't be able to defend himself yet."

"Sounds like you two need help."

The two vampires spun around in shock.

…

Kurt felt Blaine stiffen and knew he was preparing to attack if the other two came near them, but he never got the chance. There was suddenly a knock on the door.

"Who the hell is that?" Nick grumbled, as he went to answer the door. He wasn't worried, none of the students here could touch him.

It wasn't a student at the door. The man threw something at the dark haired boy as soon as the door was open wide enough. The warlock cried out in shock as the tiny particles flew into his face, and he felt himself lock in place, unable to move.

Jeremiah shouted in surprise, but the man raised a small crossbow and shot him in the shoulder. The vampire tried to leap for the man, but he slumped to the floor instead.

"Don't bother trying to get up, blondie. The bolt was tipped in curare."

Kurt sat up in shock seeing the man standing in the doorway. "Dad?"