Ghost of You.
"Here, Kurt. Artie says it's magical." the young blonde teen said, offering the small blue comb by holding out her palms towards the other teen.
"Britt, really? Magical?" he questioned, eyebrow arching in superstition. Obviously he was not buying this, in the least. "He told you that? Haven't you heard the rumor? Don't pick up anything 'magical' at this school." he scolded, though it was more of a joke than anything else, using his fingers to form air-quotations around the word magical.
"But- he said it will help you. Maybe those kids will stop picking on you. Artie says the comb helps people." she said, pushing the comb closer to Kurt and staring up at him with her blue eyes. "Please? Just take it, Kurt. We're all worried about you." Kurt groaned before plucking the comb out of her hand and shoving unceremoniously into his bag. He just wanted to get this over with.
You see, Kurt Elliot Hummel didn't believe in magic, or ghosts or any other unworldly things. Unlike most of the student body, and even some of the faculty, he tried to find other reasons for the odd and almost supernatural events that occurred at McKinley. It was never ghosts to him.
"There. I took it. Are you happy now?" he asked, looking at the blonde who nodded and smiled from ear-to-ear. "Good. I'll meet you at Glee here soon, alright? I have to run by my locker."
He'd left Brittany at the door to the choir room, not really bothering to say hello to anyone, after no one was looking for him. They were all talking amongst themselves and even Mr. Schuester was absent. That gave him a few minutes alone to go to his locker, dump the comb off in there and be back before the choir director even showed up.
He wasn't expecting the two much larger teens, who he'd later find out to be David and Azimo, to push him into the nearest locker.
The air inside of his lungs escaped in a gasp as his back hit the metal with sickening and frightful clang. Kurt could hear their mocking laughter as he tried to keep his composure, he'd been through this so many times it was almost a routine. Albeit one that ended up in bruises and hurt pride.
"Hey. Why don't you leave him alone."
That voice didn't belong. He'd never heard it before. It was brand new to Kurt. Unfamiliar. And when he looked up there was a boy standing in front of him. Well, a teenager, be had to be a little older than Kurt himself, but he was shorter. From what he could see the boy had raven-black hair that was gelled back to tame his, as Kurt assumed see as a few of them stuck out in places, unruly curls.
He could never remember what happened next, one minute the two bully's were turning around to speak to the boy defending him and the next they were gone. As if they were trying to hide from something, or someone.
"W- who are you?" Kurt asked, finally finding his voice after a long moment. Though the figure didn't turn around. Why did you help me? No one helps me?
"My name's Blaine." the boy said, turning to look at the other boy. And Kurt could see the scratches that cover the boy's face and neck and he could tell that his skin seemed to have an unhealthy green glow to it. Not to mention his eyes. They were gray, he knew that they must have been some sort of color before, but now they were completely gray, and almost unseeing. As if he saw right past Kurt, or right through him. "Blaine Anderson."
Now that name rang a bell. They had a memorial placed out under a tree in the courtyard for him. Blaine Anderson.
"Y- you're—"
" Dead? A ghost? Yes." the teenager answered, before offering a small smile. "Or if you want to put it in simpler terms you could call me a guardian angel, sans the angel part." he said, a odd attempt at a joke.
Glasz eyes went wide, before looking at something at his feet. The comb. "It's- That's haunted. Isn't it? W- why? Why me? Blaine?"
"I don't know. But I'm going to protect you. Okay? I'm not going to let what happened to me happen to you. Not if I have a say in it." the shorter teen promised, and with that he was gone. Just like that, right into thin air.
" And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghost that are never gonna catch me…."