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When I wake up everything is blurred and feels somewhat different, and I swear I can feel my heart beating at a mile a minute, like I suffered a bad dream. And I had.

I'd been sick, very sick, and I remember Kurt, my sweet Kurt crying. I'd been so heart broken and I'd held his hand and just cried with him until everything went black and I woke up.

Except… this isn't waking up.

I'm sitting on something soft, a chair… yes a chair. I move slightly and try to blink my vision into existence but it doesn't work. I shuffle slightly and I can feel a certain fabric brush against my leg and I frown.

I'm sure I was wearing pyjama's, so why am I now in jeans, a plain t-shirt and wonderfully cosy jacket?

I manage to come up with one theory, I'm still dreaming.

My vision slowly starts to return so I stand, regain my balance, which is weird as I feel lighter than usual, and I take a step forward, and look around.

I am in a hospital room.

The walls are painted a solid white and it smells oddly like mine and Kurt's bedroom back at our apartment, but this thought only lingers for a moment until I see who's in the hospital bed.

At first I think I'm losing my mind, but then I remember this is a dream, so I step forward and peer over the covers and I take in a large breath.

It's me.

I'm just lying there, UN moving, eyes closed and a whole lot of wires running in and out of me. My skin is paler than it should be and my chest is not rising and falling.

I am dead.

"Bullshit" I whisper to myself and I move forward to have a closer look. This was some vivid dream because I can smell the cologne on dead me that Kurt had bought for my twenty second birthday. I wore it everyday, and also now apparently. I reach out and poke my dead self, because I feel curious and this is a dream, and I can do that… only I cant. My finger goes straight through the body and I can feel flesh and…. Oh dear lord… was that bone?

I quickly retract my hand and look around for something to wipe my finger on, but there is nothing. I decide to wipe it on my jacket, a move that if Kurt saw, he would surely kill me, which I think would be useless considering I would have died, again.

I'm about to go and sit back in the chair and attempt to wake up as I feel like I need a coffee and a bagel, but just as I move the door flies open and Kurt walks in, and its his sight that causes me to really feel heartbroken.

His eyes, his sweet glasz eyes that I love, are red and puffy. He's been crying. His skin is blotchy and paler than usual, his hair a wild mess, which I think really suits him, but not in this situation. He sort of stands there for a moment… just looking at dead me, and I realise he's seen it before.

" We'll have him cleaned up and moved shortly."

The voice that I hear does not belong to Kurt. A doctor walks in behind him, a tall man with wispy blonde hair and unnatural green eyes, and for a moment I recognise him. He's my doctor! Doctor Waters! He's been seeing me ever since I started having chest pains a year back. Of course I was fine now, but it was only natural that he should play the doctor in my dream.

Kurt nods slowly and simply, like he isn't even listening, his eyes on dead me.

" Oh baby, don't cry" I whisper and I move forward to envelope him in a hug when he moves swiftly and sits on a plastic chair next to the bed, his hands lingering on the sheets.

" Can I have a moment? I need to… call his brother." Kurt swallows and I can hear his voice cracking in every word he manages to get out.

" Of course" Doctor Waters leaves and he shuts the door slowly behind him, my attention now fully on Kurt. He sits there for a moment, back straight, head held high… then he crumbles. He slumps down and his head hits the mattress, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as he cries. His sobs tear through me like a cold sharp knife and I find that I can't even move.

Kurt lifts his head slightly and I can see the utter devastation on his face. This is killing him.

He reaches out and takes my cold dead hand in his own and gives it a small squeeze.

" I'll never say goodbye to you Blaine. I…I just can't," he sobs and I move forward, hugging my Kurt, but I can't. My hands slide right through him and I pull back immediately as he shivers.

I can feel my throat tighten as I look around.

Why can't I touch people? Or things?

I step back and this time I really look at the room.

In the corner there is a small stand, which holds a huge vase of multi coloured roses, a small note sitting beside it. I recognise the writing straightaway.

It's Rachel's.

I shake my head and look to the other side of the room, noticing for the first time a pair of jeans and a t-shirt sitting on the table. Next to them lies a wonderfully cosy looking deep blue jacket and I look down and I almost scream.

It's exactly what I'm wearing.

" Wake up Blaine, wake up!" I hiss to myself and I cant help but pinch my arm, hard.

The pain shoots right through me and I cry out.

Kurt does not move a muscle.

He can't hear me. He can't see me.

" Kurt!" I call out and he doesn't even flinch.

Its like I'm a ghost to him…. Then it hits me.

I know this room because I've been stuck in it 24 hours a day for the past three weeks. I know this hospital because I've been here to many times to count. I know Doctor Walters because he's been my doctor for the past year… ever since I had my chest pains. Ever since I found out I had trouble with my lungs… ever since I found out about the cancer that had been slowly and silently spreading through my body until there was too much of it to remove.

I had been a ticking time bomb, I had been dying.

And now I was dead.

" No… No!" I cry and I race toward the door, running right through it out into the hallway.

There are doctors everywhere. People are being wheeled places; others just sitting around waiting for someone, there are far to many people jammed in this hallway. I looked around and crash into someone, and I don't go through them.

" Watch out sonny!" the old man cried and I stare at him in shock.

" You can see me?" I ask and he gives me a glance and a small smile forms on his lips.

" You're new," he says simply and I swallow.

" New… no… I need to wake up…"

" Listen hear sonny, I'll tell it to you straight. I've been trying to wake up for the past 15 years. It don't work. Because we aint asleep." He tapped my head and I blinked.

" But I…"

" You'll get used to it. Some move on quicker than others, some don't have anything to stay for. Now if you'll excuse me, my wife just passed away in room 11 and I need to get to her. Its been 15 years, we need to catch up" he patted my shoulder and carried on down the hall, leaving me to just stand there like a fool, thoughts racing through my mind.

After a minute I could only say one thing.

" I'm dead."