NEW STORY! I had an idea (although not an original one) and I just had to write it down.

I know that I should be focusing on Groundhog Day instead of writing another multi-chapter fic, but I was inspired (some what).

And writing Groundhog Day involves writing basically the same thing again and again and it does get tedious, but I'm not giving up!

And god knows when I'll update either this story or my other one, I'm shit at updating, but I'll get there eventually.

Again if I've made huge mistakes to do with American stuff and words, let me know.

Enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or The-Break-Up episode wouldn't have happened. (Rant at the bottom of this chapter.)

"He's awake!" Carole Hummel-Hudson shouted, "Burt, he's awake!"

"Finn, get the nurse!"

Everything hurt as Kurt slowly opened his eyes. His arms, his legs, but mainly his head. He felt like he was going to die it hurt so much. He could hear people shouting, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. Then, as his eyes finally focused on the bright white room around him, he saw his dad.

"Dad!" Kurt tried to shout, but no sound was made. His dad looked sad yet happy at the same time, and Kurt didn't know what was happening. He tried to remember what happened. He had been crying, then running, then screaming then… Karofsky. Then suddenly it all came back to him. Karofsky had kissed Kurt, threatened to kill him if he told anyone, and tried to when he did.

"Kurt, if you can hear me squeeze my hand." Burt said tears swimming in his eyes, and Kurt remembered that mere months ago he and his dad where in this exact situation, just with the roles reversed. That's when Kurt realised that that's what must be happening. Karofsky had tried to kill him and now Kurt was here, in a coma. Kurt focussed all his energy on squeezing his father's hand. And he did.

"Kurt, you had me so worried." Suddenly Carole was there, and then Finn followed by a nurse.

"Kurt, are you ok?" Then nurse asked.

"My head hurts." This time Kurt was able to speak.

"Based on your ordeal it would do, but everything's going to be fine."

"We missed you so much Kurt." Rachel said, with Mercedes, Tina and Finn nodding behind her.

"How long was I… you know?" they all looked at each other, silently deciding who was going tell him.

"Three weeks. Since just after the wedding." Finn answered. "Mom and Burt freaked out, cancelled all honeymoon plans and Burt has basically spent all his time by your bedside. Day and night."

"I ruined their honeymoon and the first three weeks of their marriage. Great."

"Kurt, you can't blame yourself for this, that's ridiculous. It's not your fault, it's Karofsky's."

Kurt flinched at the mention of his name. "What happened to K- To him?"

"He was expelled for physical violence and sent to juvie." Rachel said, avoiding eye contact with Finn. She knew how he reacted to this.

"He should have been arrested for what he did." Finn said, face turning red with rage, "Sent to prison. But he swears he didn't mean to take it that far. That it was an accident. The liar."

"Finn, you don't actually know what happened." Rachel reminded him.

"Are you saying you believe him?"

"No, of course not I-"

"That's enough," Carole said as she entered the room, "the last thing Kurt needs right now is people yelling. I think you should go. I'll see you at home Finn."

"Bye Carole, get well soon Kurt." Mercedes said as she, Rachel and Tina left.

"See you later, little brother."

As the four teenagers left, Kurt looked around the room. There were cards and flowers on his bedside table, and several presents from the new directions. Brittany had drawn a picture of Kurt riding a unicorn using crayons. She was a special girl. Burt was standing in the doorway, exhausted but smiling. Carole was fluffing Kurt's pillows despite the fact the nurses kept telling her she didn't need to. And sat in the corner was a women Kurt hadn't seen for eight years. His mother.

Kurt couldn't believe his eyes. He literally couldn't, because it wasn't possible. Elizabeth Hummel had been dead eight years. Yet there she was, just as Kurt remembered her. She seemed to be glowing, positively shining, and she looked quite pale.

Kurt must have paled upon seeing her because soon his dad and Carole were by his side asking if he was ok.

"I'm fine. I'm just… tired." He must be if he's hallucinating seeing his mother.

"Are you sure?" Carole asked. She really cared for Kurt, but after all she wasn't just his step-mother now; she was also a nurse.

"Yes Carole. Thank you."

"Ok, well if you need us, we'll be around. Just shout." Burt said as he and Carole left Kurt to be alone.

Kurt just stared at his mother for a while. She looked exactly like Kurt. With eyes that weren't quite blue or green, long chestnut colored hair that reached her waist and pale skin, way paler then Kurt, she looked almost grey, but still beautiful. Just like Kurt remembered. Should he talk to her? Talk to her? She isn't there, there's no one to talk to, that'd be insane. But if no one's there, no one would know he's insane. Either way he's obviously going crazy. The doctors said he wasn't suffering from brain damage, but he had reason to believe otherwise. The main one being him imagining his mother.

"Um… Mom?" Kurt asked tentatively. At his words, his mother jaw dropped in shock. As if she had heard him.

"Kurt? Can you… can you see me?" Kurt felt like he would burst into tears right there and then, he hadn't heard that voice in eight years.

"But… You're dead. I really am crazy."

"No, sweetie, you're not crazy." She slowly walked over to Kurt, and then gathered him up in her arms. And then he started to cry.

After a long time of crying and hugging, Kurt finally pulled away. "How are you here?" He asked, barely louder than a whisper.

"Well. I'm dead, sweetie. And... I guess the only way to say it is… I'm a ghost."

Kurt was speechless. He didn't believe in ghosts or witches or anything like that, but here was his mother. A ghost. "Ghosts aren't real. They can't be, you can't be."

"Kurt, sweetie, what other explanation do you have for why I'm here then?"

"I'm crazy."

"No, you're not. Ghosts are real Kurt. But almost no living people can see them. There are those who are born with the ability to see ghosts, and then there are those who, after a life-threatening accident, develop the ability. Like you, Kurt."

"But… Does this mean there's no afterlife?"

"No there is. There's a heaven and a hell. If you're sentenced to spend your afterlife in hell, you have no choice. But if you get heaven, you can chose to stay on earth and watch the world, watch your loved ones, grow. Like I did. Also, if you have any unfinished business, like murderers who need to be caught, then you can't move on until the business is… you know, finished. And if you haven't had a funeral… then you're stuck here."

"Does that mean you can never go to heaven? That you're stuck here forever."

"No, there are ways of moving on. Spirits who have chosen to stay can be banished from the world by the living, then they have to move on. Like I said when your 'business' is done. And… they say every ghost is waiting for someone. A family member, your soul mate, something like that. And when they… pass on, you are re-united and can move on, or stay on Earth, together, no matter why you here in the first place." At these last words, Elizabeth Hummel gazed out into the hall way, knowing that Burt was somewhere out there.

"You're telling me that soul mates are real too?" Kurt gave her a sceptical look.

"Yes. Very real." She was still staring out into the hall.

"Are you and dad soul mates?"

Elizabeth paused for a while before answering, "I think so. There'll be no way of knowing until he passes on. Maybe Carole is his soul mate. Maybe they'll both die, move on together and I'll still be left here." Tears, like diamonds, started falling down her white cheeks.

Kurt reached out and whipped them away, "Don't cry mom. Everything will be ok." Then another question occurred to Kurt, "How come I can touch you?"

She smiled, "You can touch any ghosts you have a deep emotional connection with. That way people in our situation of long separated mother and son and re-unite somewhat."

"It's all so complicated."

"I know, but you'll get used to it." She hugged Kurt again, "Ok, sweetie, I've got to go, I've got ghost plans," she laughed, "but if you ever need me, I'm normally in the Lima Art Gallery. I love you."

"I love you too." She kissed his forehead and vanished.

Kurt was left confused, scared and with so many more questions. What about the age difference between soul mates when they die? Can ghosts feel things? Could they harm people? All sorts of things that Kurt would just have to save for another day.

After a few more days of being stuck in his hospital room, Kurt was allowed to go home. Not that it made any difference. Once he limped through the door, holding onto Finn for support, he was taken to his room and told by Carole 'Not to move!'

At first it was kind of entertaining, having Carole, and Finn even, waiting on him hand and foot. Rachel would come round, lie with Kurt and watch TV. Loving that Kurt could tell her boyfriend what to do, and laughing when Carole chastised him for complaining.

Pretty quickly, it got boring, and Kurt wanted to live his life again, after almost losing it.

"But It's been two weeks!" Kurt complained to his Dad one cold morning in late December. Kurt had finally been allowed to get up and walk around by himself, but it still wasn't enough.

"Kurt you were seriously injured, you have to rest a while."

"I wasn't even allowed to help cook Christmas dinner! And I missed ice-skating with Tina and Mercedes, it's our yearly Christmas thing."

"There is no way you're going ice-skating. You still had a good Christmas, right? You said you liked the present, well money, that I gave you."

"Yeah dad, but I want to do something! I'm not some porcelain bird that's gonna break if I move."

"Normally, no, but just over two weeks ago, you were in a coma, Kurt. That calls for a little time to relax and let your body heal. When this happened to me you wouldn't let me doing anything for a month. You're half-way there." Kurt groaned and slumped onto the couch, "Carful!"

"I'm fine, dad." This wasn't entirely true, the slumping onto the couch was a bad idea, but Kurt needed to convince his dad that he was ok.

"Just take this opportunity to relax. Before you know it you'll have homework and schoolwork and god knows what else to deal with."

"About that." Kurt said slowly, sitting up. "School starts up again in two weeks. By that time it will have been a month. I want to go back to school."

"Are you crazy Kurt? That Karofsky kid tried to kill you!"

Kurt still shuddered when he heard that name, "Yes but he's been expelled and is in juvie! Dad, if I wait too long I'll be behind on schoolwork, if I fall too behind I'll fail and have to repeat my junior year, dad… You've got to think about things in the long run." Kurt knew it was a cheap excuse, but it was worth a try.

"But your injuries-"

"I'm not walking with a limp anymore, my left arm may still hurt, but my right's fine and that's the hand I write with. My head still hurts, but that's understandable. It'll hurt whether I'm lying in bed or at school. Then there's just the bruises, and I'm used to having them."

"Exactly Kurt, you're used to bruises because you're bullied. If anyone hurts you while you in this state-"

"No one would dare touch me while I'm in this state. Please, dad." Kurt sat in silence waiting for his dad's decision.

"Fine." Kurt started beaming, already planning outfits for his dramatic return to McKinley "But Finn with take you to all your lessons and drive you to and from school."

Finn, who had been in the kitchen listening to their conversation, decided now was the time to interrupt, "That's not fair!"

"Finn, you'll do as you're told!" Bellowed Carole's voice from upstairs. She really had remarkable hearing.

"Yes, fine, sure." Kurt agreed. Anything to get him out of the house and back to his friends.

"And you'll have to rest A LOT until then."

Kurt got up and hugged his dad, "I will. There's just one more thing. Surely the first time I leave the house shouldn't be to go to school…"

Sometimes Kurt was really smart. Really smart and cunning. Now was one of these times. When he was like this, he reminded Burt of Elizabeth. She could get him to do anything. He sighed, "Fine. Finn and Rachel will take you to some quiet, relaxing places before you have to go to school."

"Do I not get a say in this?" Finn asked as he entered the room, donut in one hand, soda in the other.

"No, not really." Kurt answered, laughing.

With that, Finn slumped out of the room again, and Kurt walked carefully to his room to 'rest' before his return to school. He had never been this excited to return to McKinley, but with just the thought that no one would hurt him, he was bubbling with excitement.

As he closed his bedroom door, a pale, beautiful woman appeared, smiling. Elizabeth Hummel had been so worried about her son. And now that she could talk and touch him, she wanted to help him, she really did. But she was bad luck. She decided she'd only help with the whole ghost thing, and then keep her distance for his safety. But she would still be there, of course. Watching him, like she always has been. Every step of the way.

Well there you go.

I don't normally have an author's note at the end of the chapter but this is important.

The-Break-Up.

I've been crying for a week, no one I know in real life cares and now we have to wait 4 more weeks 'til the next episode?

All the songs were perfect, my favourite was Barely Breathing. (But Spring Awakening is my favourite musical, so I'm not surprised.)

When Blaine was singing Teenage Dream, on the edge of tears, I went over the edge and started bawling my eyes out.

Who the hell is Eli C? And why would Blaine do that?

The flowers and the tiny kliss and Kurt throwing Blaine little card away and OH MY GOD!

The Scientist was surprisingly perfect (I don't really like cold-play) and the hallway flashback killed me off.

This isn't so much a rant as just me babbling incoherently, saying stuff you've probably heard before. But anyhow, if you bothered to read, thank you.

Until next time!