Dead like Glee

by SaskiaRow

AU Blaine Anderson Got hit by a car on the day of his big interview, Who knew their was so much more in the after-life? Eventual Klaine *Its kinda my own take on the TV show 'Dead Like me' it doesn't really matter if you've never seen the Show, The story has an explanation involved*

1. How I died

I was late, Running down the busy streets of New York city bumbling into all different kinds of people and apologising profusely as I whacked full on into a tall broad man, wearing bright khaki pants and a beach shirt

"Oh god! I'm so sorry, i'm just really late and-" I mutterd helplessly watching as more people made their way to work.

The man chuckled and looked at me again, "It's fine really, good luck on the job interveiw" He then ran his hand down my forearm and smiled sadly at me, before walking away.

Hold on...

Wait, What?

I didn't say anything about the interveiw...

I heard the loud beeping of the crossing and cars skidding to a halt, i sprinted to the crossing running behind everyone as i made my way to the other side of the towering buildings, i dropped my breifcase, leaning down to pick it up all i heard was scream and the squeal of brakes.

That's the story of how I died...

My name is Blaine Anderson, 20 years old recently graduated from NYU, I'd like to believe that I'm the semi-cute boy next door type, but I have a head of curls like Medusa and I tend to gel it back so much that my skin is stretched all around my forehead and ears. my mother always said Broadway was for me from when I was really young, I think she just tried to find a nicer way to say I was a drama queen, but she said I had the face for it, dark hair and dark eyes along with tanned olive skin.

So of course we both got exited when I got an interview to work on a Broadway show, he excitement had been running through me for weeks.

So one a sunny day in march, I had to be stupid and not look at the road, had to miss my chance at Broadway, had to miss that god-damn Van.

So here I am looking down at my own crumpled body as people run around screaming but the surrounding cars carrying on their was as if nothing has happened and then the ambulance is coming and taking my body and then its all back to normal, just the slight red patch of blood from where my head had connected to the pavement.

"I'm sorry kid" A voice said behind me, There was a man average height with a mock of curly hair and what can only be described as a butt-chin, but he was wearing the same khaki pants and beach shirt has the taller man before.