Title: Don't Let Me Fall

Main Pairings:Klaine, Niff, Thad/?(I'm willing to take suggestions on that? :D Male or female.)

Full Summary: When people in this world die before their time, they may choose to stay and watch over a handful of selected people. They can disguise themselves to look like they once did, but they still have any injuries shown at their death. When Blaine Anderson died in a car accident in 2006, he knew instantly that he wanted to help. He had suffered his whole life from parental neglect and bullying. But when he is assigned to watch over Jeff Sterling, Thad Harwood, and Kurt Hummel, he finds that this may be much more of a challenge than he thought. Especially when no one's allowed to know he's dead.

For years Blaine watches over them without their knowledge, but when he finds himself needing to enroll in Dalton Academy to assist Jeff with a life-or-death situation, he finds himself gaining friends that he wished he had had when he was alive. And for a minute, he forgets that he isn't. But things can only go downhill from there when he finds himself falling in love with Kurt Hummel.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,351

Beta Reader: None really, just a quick read through by the lovely redrosegal.

Disclaimer:We would all be screwed if I owned Glee, because A-it would likely never be finished and B-I sometimes leave worse loopholes and plot holes than RIB themselves. And than Swiss cheese. So be glad I don't own that. Or most of the characters in this story. I own the random dude without a name, though :D

Authors Note: HUZZAH, I HAVE WRITTEN SOMETHING! On account of me almost failing my Freshman year of High-school, me having personal problems, my lack of ideas, redrosegal and I both obtaining Minecraft and skyping as we play that kickass game of survival and many many more things, I have not written anything acceptable. In. Ages. And if any of you have read my other story, 'Nothing's So Heavy As A Secret', I am hoping that writting this may help me get back the muse I need to write that.

Until then, this idea popped into my head this morning, along with a Torchwood/Glee fanfiction that I hope to write on day. I promise to do my very best to write it, and if I don't, then you can all have redrosegal punch me in the face all you want. She'll likely already do it if I don't update within the week.

But seriously, I need to pass my Freshman year, meaning, I need at least a 16 in history and a 66 in English. Currently, I may have the English Grade. I'm hoping I have the history grade, but I did get a 2 in second term. But that's his fault, I was out and he wouldn't give me the work. Damn my school. But that means I can't write as much as I want to until my birthday, June 21st, which is also the last day of school. Boo. That means that if I miss a day of finals, I've got to take one then.

ANYWAYS, I need ideas for this story. I've got a rough idea. And this is just the prologue. It's short and boring and just gives a rough idea. For the record, the story name is random, I have no idea. I think I got it from 'Guardian Angel' by Red Jumpsuit Apparel or whatever their name is. Just popped in my head and I stink at story titles. The bottom A/N will have the things I have questions on that I want answered by the people who read it, so that I know what appeals to you all.

Anyways, thanks for reading, and I'm sorry my A/N's are always so long. And talk about nothing. I like to talk, if you can't tell. Plus I've been in my room the past...3 days with some sort of illness and I have had contact with like, two people. SO!


Cold metal pressed down hard against his ribs, cool liquid sticking to the side of his head and mixing in with the gel plastering his hair down. Glass dug its way into his stomach and face, and he let out a harsh scream of pain. No air left in his lungs, he tried to move his arms, but winced as he found one trapped against the door, and the other with bones too shattered to move.

'Sixteen years,' he thought. 'I'm going to die after sixteen years.'

The harsh February winds of Maine chilled him to the core. He could hear his mother's voice attempting to calm him, and couldn't help but wish his father had been in the car instead of her. Her voice sounded so raspy, and he couldn't help but think his would be too, if he could actually get enough air in his lungs to speak. At least if it was his father here with him, he wouldn't feel as bad about another dying with him.

'I-it'll be okay, honey,' she repeated for the twentieth time. All that the thirty-eight year old woman could do at that moment was comfort her son. She couldn't turn to look at him, a harsh pain in her neck and head. The airbags had failed to deploy, and her head had hit the steering wheel. She could feel the blood trickling down to her eyes, mixing in with the tears. "T-the ambulance will b-be here soon, don't worry, just h-hang in there. I love you, b-baby, just h-hold on."

But her words fell on empty ears as her son struggled to hold onto consciousness. He didn't want to leave his mother alone, but at the same time he wished he could just let go already. It hurt, it hurt so much. He had seen his life flash before his eyes when a drunk driver crashed into the passenger side of their car. They hadn't been the good times that flashed either. He heard screaming, followed by the laughter that plagued his school days and nightmares. He could slowly feel the life draining from his being. He could only hope that the ambulance could save his mother.

Still, though. 'Only sixteen years...' he thought to himself again. 'It's too soon, too soon.'

At that thought, everything went black, and the body of Blaine Anderson went limp just as the colored lights and loud sirens of the ambulance pulled up.


'It's weird,' Blaine thought, watching his body be covered by a white sheet. His mother had already been taken into another ambulance, screaming to see her son. He stood there, too stunned to move, just off to the side of the highway.

"Blaine Anderson," a voice spoke to the side. He turned and saw a man who seemed slightly transparent. Not enough to make him seem ghost like, but enough for it to be noticeable if you stood close enough. Looking down, Blaine noticed his own hands appeared the same way.

"It was not your time, boy," the golden-haired man said. His voice was wise and authoritative. His hair reminded Blaine of the sun, and only seemed to remind him of it more when the wind picked up and brushed it to the side. He had a slight beard and wore loose white clothing.

"So, I am, then," Blaine asked nervously. "Dead, I mean." He stood there, stunned as the man nodded. "Then... then how am I still here. And... who are you...?"

"It was not your time," the other man repeated, ignoring Blaine's questions. "So you have been given a choice." The teenager nodded and waited for the man to speak. Before he did so, the world around them warped. Everywhere around Blaine was white, and it scared him. Blaine hated the color white. It was too dull, emotionless.

It reminded Blaine of his father.

Suddenly, dozens of blocks of color appeared in the distance. Clips of different people's lives began to play, Blaine not recognizing a single one. But just quickly glancing over at five of them, he noticed one thing similar; a slightly translucent person followed each and every one of them.

"We cannot give you back your life," the man told Blaine, snapping him from his thoughts. "That would disrupt time itself. When a life is taken, it cannot be returned. The body of the soul has been too far damaged to hold it to its entirety. But, we have come up with a solution for those with pure intentions who died before their time."

"A-and what is that?" the stunned Blaine asked, not moving his eyes from the changing scenes before him.

"I suppose it is what the living call 'Guardian Angels'. When the dead watch over the living and protect them. But, it isn't the same. You do not know the people you will be watching, for it is possible to make your appearance whole. It would be too dangerous and too tempting to go and visit your family and friends.

'No it wouldn't,' Blaine thought to himself. But then an image of his mother flashed before him, of his best friend Sam and his other friends, Jake and Cassy. It was true; he would be too tempted to visit them. And now they all thought he was dead. Or, knew he was dead. Because he was. That thought sent shivers down the dead teen's spine.

"You will be in charge of a small amount of people's lives. One to five people, depending on the area you are assigned to. You must watch over them until their lives are deemed safe from harm and sadness, and they will be able to live without your assistance.

"They will not be allowed to know you watch them. Physical appearance is used only as a last resort, and never around people who knew you. You must help them in small things, such as helping them to make right decisions, and large things, such as preventing another death such as your own."

Blaine looked at the man once more. His eyes were glued to the scenes like his own had been only moments before. "What happens... if I fail?" he asked nervously.

"You will be assigned another. Unless you are the cause of one's death, you will not be removed. But, you do not have to take this opportunity. You can simply go on, allow this to be the end of your life. Not even I can tell you what lies beyond, whether there is heaven or hell, whether you are reborn or if this is the end of it all.

"But I warn you now, you choice you make here will be one you can not take back or change."

"I-I want to help," Blaine said quickly, looking at the frequently changing scenes once more. "If I can help just... just one person's life, it will be worth being stuck on Earth for the rest of my existence." His voice was confident, his head raised high and arms crossed. His stance was one that lacked nervousness, even if he felt a bit within himself. He was sure he wanted to do this, because he knew that he could help someone. He just knew it.

The man smiled. "Very well then, Blaine Anderson. However, you must first go through training. There are lots of things you must learn before you may go out on your own. I will see you here again in two and a half years. On the 29th of August in the year 2009, you will be assigned the people you must watch. Until then, I bid you farewell. And good luck to you."

Blaine watched the man disappear from his view. The scenes before his eyes quickly vanished one by one, leaving nothing but a blank white view behind. Before he knew it, everywhere around him was once more white. But before the fear that held him at the beginning could take over once more, he felt himself pulled into a flash of light.

"No matter what I have to do, it will be worth it."


A/N: I. LOVE. CONSTRUCTIONAL. CRITICISM. Yes, that is the beginning of my authors note. Because I feel very unsatisfied with this prologue, but I wanted to prove that I'm not dead. So really, anything you notice, no matter how big or small, TELL ME. You can even tell it to me in a FLAME for all I care, but I WANT TO KNOW WHAT I'M DOING WRONG. Yes, I'm using capitals. BECAUSE THIS IS IMPORTANT. AND I'M POINTING AT ALL OF YOU TOO. FOR EMPHASIS. I'M BECOMING COOPER ANDERSON FOR ALL OF YOU. SO DO IT.

*clears throat* Anyways, Blaine's dead. There. Got that out of the way.

Now, Glee season 1 starts in Sept. 2009. Well, wiki says May, but school years don't start in May... But this means Blaine starts looking over people while Kurt is still in his Freshman year. This means things will change from Cannon. But I want to stick to some basic things. But I have questionssss.

1. WHO THE HELL SHOULD I PAIR THAD WITH? I put that first so I didn't forget to ask. And for the record, I don't give a damn if Thad is Gay or Straight or Bisexual or Omnisexual or Potatosexual(That's what I am because my sexuality is too complicated). You can give an idea of an OC to pair him with, or tell me a character name. You can even say you don't think he should be with anyone. I just already knew I wanted Niff, but now Thad feels loooonely.

2. Dalton. Should Kurt find out about it the same way, or should Blaine have something to do with that? Should he transfer at the same time, or earlier?

3. The kiss. Should Blaine prevent the Kurtofsky kiss, or should he be helping Jeff and/or Thad at that moment and not know what's happening?

4. Wevid. Bromance or Romance? 'Cause I personally love both.

5. Song ideas. I suck with music, I don't know who fits what characters and I don't really know a whole lot of musical things. So I need your help for suggestions and such. Even just tell me songs you /like/ and I may find a place to include them.

6. Do you want this to be more angst or more fluff? Because, I normally write angst. Angst will likely have less Klaine actually being together, but I feel I get more character depth when I write that. And I find it easier, so I may write faster with angst.

7. Just any suggestions, at all. Anything. You can even say "Have Quinn wear a purple hat". I'm satisfied with that. I like suggestions. Lets me know what other people like.

Anyways, thank you for reading once again, and I should get the first chapter out soon. And it will be longer than 1,351 words, I promise. Prologues are always shorter, though.

Thanks a lot :D
~Joshua

PS. Minecraft is distracting. So I keep getting distracted. My bad.