Author's Note: Just an idea I'd like to try. It'd take place right after Never Been Kissed, only you'll have to pretend that Blaine didn't meet Kurt during that episode, but Kurt did go to spy on Dalton. I hope you guys like it. : )

Blaine was use to his strange abilities. He had to be in order to cope with his environment. Always seeing some sort of person around would normally be strange to people, but not Blaine. He took it in stride when he was little, playing with old Civil War Veterans on the swings in his back yard and enjoying the company of dogs long dead. At first his parents thought he was mentally ill, that he was hallucinating, until they researched the people he would tell them about in great detail at dinner. A woman who'd died in a car accident 20 years ago on their street. A little boy who died of typhoid in their area back ages ago. They kept Blaine company throughout his childhood, being companions when others couldn't. As a teenager, Blaine didn't talk to the different spirits he saw as much as he use to. Only ones that looked particularly interesting.

Dalton Academy was full of spirits, it being an old building. All of the spirits were usually dressed in Dalton uniforms, looking the same age as Blaine is which means he would always make a complete fool of himself while he walked around them, dodging them in case they were real people. No one at Dalton really knew about his gift. He confided in his parents that he wanted to tell Wes, but they told him not to. They said he'd lose his friends if he told them. So, he kept his lips sealed.

The strangest part of his gift was meeting old dead relatives. Grandparents that had died before his time. Great grandparents. Great great grandparents. Etcetera. They'd sit around and tell him stories when he wasn't busy, making him write them down so their legacy wouldn't be forgotten. He was constantly calling relatives he barely knew, telling them "Grandpa Robert says that he's sorry for calling you fat that one time." Or "Great Aunt Rosemary said that boy is cheating on you and that you need to break up with him." It was certainly interesting, the gossip spirits knew.

This day started out not much different. Blaine rolled out of bed, getting dressed for another day at Dalton. The weekend had just ended, so he was home. He normally didn't like being home, but there was one thing that always made it worth it. His mother's cooking. He could smell the aroma of homemade pancakes with applesauce mixed into the batter wafting through the house. He practically floated downstairs to his breakfast.

Instantly, the calm smell disappeared when he sensed the worry around his mother. Beatrice Anderson, with her always tightly pulled back hair and doe eyes, was cooking pancakes, but looked like she was somewhere else. Her dainty hand gripped the spatula, waiting to flip, but her mind wandered to other thoughts.

"Mom, are you ok?" Blaine asked, breaking her trance. She rubbed a tear from her eye before it could leave it.

"Look at the news," she said, swallowing hard. Blaine grabbed the newspaper off the table, remembering how he always made fun of his mom for buying one since you could usually find the same news online. He held the newspaper close, having trouble reading it since he hadn't put his contacts in, but was able to make it out.

Teen Found Dead.

Lima, Ohio: A body was discovered this morning around 5 a.m. by a police officer out on patrol. The remains had appeared to be burned and were barely even recognizable as human remains until after further testing. The body was identified as 17 year old Kurt Hummel. We spoke with the principal of the school Hummel had attended, Mr. Figgins, and found that Mr. Hummel had come to his office earlier, expressing his fear for his life after a student at the school threatened him. While police cannot completely link that teen to this incident, he is being considered as a suspect. Burt Hummel, Kurt Hummel's father, shared with us that he believes that "this was a hateful crime and whoever could do this to someone like Kurt should be given the death penalty". Calling hours for Kurt Hummel will be held this Saturday from 10 a.m.- 7 p.m. The funeral will proceed the following day. Kurt Hummel left behind his father, his step brother, his step mother, and the McKinley New Directions, who he considered family while he was still living. "We will all miss Kurt's presence at practice. He was truly a talented and wonderful person," William Shuester, the director of New Directions commented. Until there is more evidence, this murder will remain a mystery. The police are confident that they will find the murderer and that there will be justice.

Blaine stared at the paper. This boy, he was the same age as him, and he was murdered, maybe even burned to death. He looked over at his mom.

"That's terrible," he said, putting the paper down.

"On the news, they said that they believe the person who killed him did it because of his sexuality. He'd been getting death threats," Mrs. Anderson said quietly. "You'd tell me if something like that was happening to you, right?"

"Of course I would Mom," I said comfortingly, walking over to her and giving her a side hug. "Your pancake is burning." She choked out a small laugh and flipped the pancake with one hand and wrapped her other arm around my waist.

"I just don't want to lose my baby to ignorant people. That poor family. That was the father's only son too, minus his step son," she said, letting go of Blaine and handing him a plate with a few pancakes on it. "I couldn't imagine what that'd be like. Especially since it sounds like the poor boy had been burned alive, at only seventeen."

"I know," Blaine said, pouring way too much syrup on his pancakes. "It's crazy." Mrs. Anderson pulled herself together and started scrubbing the dishes, cleaning up from breakfast. Blaine could tell she was still thinking about that boy. Blaine was too. He recognized the name… He couldn't put his finger on it though. He opened the paper and flipped to the obituaries, to see if they already put his in. Sure enough, there it was.

Kurtis Cedric Hummel. February 16, 1994- October 11, 2011.

Kurt Hummel was a bright student who attended William McKinley High School. He passed away from unnatural causes, to which no one knows the details. He left behind his father, Burt Hummel, his step mother, Carole Hudson-Hummel, and his step brother, Finn Hudson. He has moved on to join his mother, Maggie Hummel. His friends at William McKinley will also miss him very much.

Kurt was always a very confident person. His magnetic personality brought him many friends through his days. He's remembered for his love of musicals, fashion, singing, and knowledge. He'd hoped to become either an actor or a fashion designer after his education. Calling hours for Kurt Hummel will be held this Saturday from 10 a.m.- 7 p.m. The funeral will proceed the following day. The New Directions will perform at the ceremony, as Kurt would have wanted them to. Kurt Hummel will be sorely missed by all of the people his life had touched.

Blaine stared at the picture, now recognizing him. He'd been at the Warblers performance of Teenage Dream. Wes told Blaine later that he'd been there to spy on them. Blaine didn't really get to talk to the boy, but he'd heard that he'd been very nice for being a spy. The picture in the paper was of Kurt and who Blaine assumed was his father. His father had a strong arm around his son, and Kurt was leaning into his dad, grinning wide. Yes, that was definitely the boy.

"Honey, you're going to be late for school," Mrs. Anderson said worriedly. She hoped that this wasn't going to affect Blaine too much. The death of any teenager affects all of the ones around them. It makes other teenagers realize that they aren't invincible. They can actually die.

"Oh, right. Thanks for breakfast," Blaine said, tossing his plate into the sink and running out the door, his keys jingling in his pocket. He got into his red mustang and started zooming towards Dalton. No matter what, he was going to be late. But he could try to be a little less late.

His plans on being less late were shattered as he continued his drive. Once he saw the scared spirit of Kurt Hummel standing on the side of the road, he knew he couldn't leave him. Young people never understand that they're dead, at least not right away. Blaine pulled over in front of him and rolled down his window.

"Get in."