He's been there since Blaine was just 10 years old and God knows what Blaine would've done without him. However, there's just one problem with Blaine's best friend.
... Okay make that two.
One: Nobody can see him but Blaine.
Two: He's trapped inside Blaine's mirror...

The Angel In The Mirror:

"You... you're here, you're real!"
"Your lack of faith in my existence is almost insulting," he smirked through his teary eyes.
"But-Agh!"
"Shh... It's okay. You're okay, just lay back. Don't sit up yet okay? Don't hurt yourself Blaine," the boy comforted, pushing him gently back onto the bed and into the thick warm pillows.
"But... how are you here? How'd you get out?" Blaine tried.
"Hey, we'll have plenty of time to explain. Just rest for me, okay? I need you to get enough rest."
Blaine nodded slowly, wincing at the pain it caused.
"Get some sleep Blaine." The boy said softly, squeezing Blaine's hand.
"I don't want to," Blaine said, his voice heavy with sleep that was threatening to take him under again.
"Sleep Blaine." The boy commanded playfully.
"Will you stay?"
"Of course. I'll always stay with you Blaine,"
"So you'll be here when I wake up?" Blaine asked.
"Yes," the boy said...

"Blaine?"

"Hey," he smiled as he slid into his seat at his bedroom vanity. "Boy, am I glad to see you,"

"Well it's not like I can go anywhere," the boy laughed sadly.

"You know what I mean," Blaine rolled his eyes as slid back in his chair. "It's nice to get to talk to you again. It sucks seeing you in the mirrors and reflections all day but not being able to talk to you."

"I wish I wasn't stuck in this mirror. Then we could talk all we wanted. You'd never look weird talking to a real person instead of a mirror," sighed the boy.

"Hey, it's not your fault," Blaine said, placing his hand flat against the glass.

"It is Blaine," the boy sniffed, placing a hand over Blaine's.

"No. Stop it Kurt. We've talked about this, and you know it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself for this." Blaine said fiercely. But Kurt was already in tears, retracting his hand from his side of the glass to hide his face in his hands, crossing his arms and resting his head on them. "Kurt,"

"It's all my fault Blaine. I did this to myself. I don't even know what's happened to my life but I don't even exist anymore." He sobbed out, his voice muffled by his arms.

"You exist to me, Kurt" Blaine said, keeping his hand on the glass. "I don't even know what I'd do without you Kurt. So please... please don't tell me you don't exist. Because I don't... if you didn't... if you didn't I might not have made it this far."

"You would've been okay. You would have had more real friends though. Instead of a stupid pasty boy who can only be seen in reflections." Kurt sobbed.

"Kurt, listen to me. Please," Blaine begged, his head falling forward slightly and his brow furrowing in sadness. "I don't care that nobody else can see you. I don't care that if I ever tried to explain about you to any of my friends they'd think I was insane. I don't care if I look like an idiot talking to mirrors all the time. But I care a hell of a lot about you Kurt. You're the person that knows me best and I... and I'm not sure I could deal with you not being real."

Blaine stared at his hand against the glass and couldn't help but smile when Kurt's hand finally mirrored his.

"You're too nice to me Blaine."

"Shut up," Blaine laughed. "I'm not nice enough," that earned him a laugh in return. Blaine only wished he could hear Kurt's laugh properly, without the glass muffling it and distorting it.

"Blaine, please," Kurt begged.

"Kurt, I'm not going to let some idiot jocks push me around. If they can go to Sadie Hawkins then so can I. It's open to the whole school year and I'm not going to bail out just because of some idiots. There's no way I could stand up Jason either." Blaine said as he smoothed his jacket out.

"Blaine please. This isn't safe. I can just tell this isn't a good idea,"

"Kurt, I'm not letting them take over my life. They don't own me and I'm going to show them," Blaine said, leaving his bedroom.

"Blaine? Blaine!" Kurt called but Blaine wasn't listening now. He'd gone.

I'm such an idiot. Blaine thought. I should've listened to Kurt. I should've -his thoughts got cut off as with one last kick to the stomach he passed out on the ground.

"Oi! Get away from them!" yelled a voice.

"Shit, run!" cursed the jock closest to the voice and shadowy figure that was running at them quickly. The teens scarpered and left he two boys unconscious on the ground.

"Doctor!" the voice belonged to a red headed girl, she skidded to a halt beside Jason and knelt down beside him.

"Rory!" yelled the man who appeared next as he too skidded to a halt beside the two boys.

"I'm coming, let me have a look." Said a third figure as he knelt down and checked over both boys' injuries, letting his training kick in and leaving the panic behind. "Amy call an ambulance." He said as he gently examined closer at Blaine's injuries. She did just that, whipping out a cell phone and dialling 911 as fast as possible.

"Rory?"

"They're going to be okay." Rory confirmed to the Doctor who looked pale with worry, even in the dim lighting. "They'll make it, but they need a lot of looking after."

"They're sending an ambulance," Amy reported back from her phone conversation.

"Good," Rory nodded.

"How long will they be?" asked the Doctor, biting into his bottom lip worriedly.

"Not long. Ten minutes tops. They said to keep check over them and make sure they're still breathing." Amy said.

"Okay. Do we know what their names are?" the Doctor asked.

"Check them for any ID," Amy suggested. Rory carefully looked through both boys' pockets and found their tickets to the dance, each with their names on.

"Blaine and... Jason." Rory confirmed. "Doctor, run back to the TARDIS and find out if we can get hold of their parents." Rory said, holding out the invites with their complete names on to him. The Doctor took them, nodded and ran off in the direction they'd approached from.

"They are going to be okay right?" Amy asked, worried as he sat beside Jason.

"Yes," Rory comforted, kissing Amy's temple before returning to monitor Blaine's condition.

Blaine groaned as he came closer to consciousness. Every part of him hurt and ached. He managed to open his eyes slowly and found himself to be in a stark white hospital bed. That explains the hurting. How'd I -oh... right, that's how I got here. I remember...

"Blaine?" the voice was timid and scared. Blaine's eyes were barely open halfway but he felt a hand squeeze his own. He could recognize that voice though. He screwed his eyes shut tighter before opening them again, blinking away the blurriness of sleep.

"... Kurt? You... you're here, you're real!" Blaine managed as he took in the sight of the boy before him.

"Your lack of faith in my existence is almost insulting," Kurt smirked through his teary eyes.

"But-Agh!" Blaine started but winced as he tried to sit up.

"Shh... It's okay. You're okay, just lay back. Don't sit up yet okay? Don't hurt yourself Blaine," Kurt comforted, pushing him gently back onto the bed and into the thick warm pillows.

"But... how are you here? How'd you get out?" Blaine tried.

"Hey, we'll have plenty of time to explain. Just rest for me, okay? I need you to get enough rest." Kurt said.

Blaine nodded slowly, wincing at the pain it caused.

"Get some sleep Blaine." He said softly, squeezing Blaine's hand.

"I don't want to," Blaine said, his voice heavy with sleep that was threatening to take him under again.

"Sleep Blaine." Kurt commanded playfully.

"Will you stay?"

"Of course. I'll always stay with you Blaine,"

"So you'll be here when I wake up?" Blaine asked.

"Yes," Kurt said.

Kurt waited until he was sure Blaine was fully asleep again before sighing, wiping away the tears he'd finally let fall and standing to leave the room. He alerted the nurses that Blaine had woken briefly and left. He ran towards the girl waiting for him who promptly wrapped her arms around him and let him cry.

"He's going to be okay Kurt. You know he is." She said softly to him.

"I know I just... I can't believe I..."

"Don't blame yourself Kurt. You didn't do this to him," she comforted again as Kurt unwrapped himself from her arms and let her guide him with an arm around his shoulders away from the hospital.

"I know but I... I feel like it's still my fault." Kurt sobbed brokenly. He pushed open the box doors in front of him and slid up the stairs, past the controls and towards the person whose arms he longed to be in...