"Time of death… Eleven fifty-seven…" All the noise blurred together, and the room suddenly became extremely bright. Once the lights dimmed, a new room came into view. The room's décor was all white. In the front of the room sat a white desk that had multiple stacks of papers. Blaine looked down at his clothes, which were also white, seeming to match the décor. He raised his eyebrows, confused on how he got to where he was. Last he remembered he was… He didn't really know.

"You seem confused." A voice said behind him. Blaine spun around almost instantly, alarmed. He found a man standing behind him, wearing an all-white suit.

"Well, yeah. Where am I?" Blaine asked slowly, looking around again. The man sighed, a small smile spreading across his lips.

"You died not too long ago, and now you're here." The man said. Blaine blinked, looking back at the man.

"I what?"

"You died." The man repeated, walking over to the desk. He sat in the chair, looking through his papers.

"I died? How?" Blaine asked, walking up to the desk. The man sighed again, folding his arms over his chest.

"I cannot tell you that." The man said, his smile fading. Blaine frowned, crossing his arms. "I assume you know who you are, correct?"

"That's about all I know." Blaine responded quietly. The man's smile returned as he searched through the papers on his desk. Blaine blinked, watching as he searched the papers at a rapid pace. He found a white folder among the papers and handed it to Blaine. Blinking again, Blaine took it, and looked through it.

"All it has is a name of a woman?" Blaine said, looking back up.

"That woman is about to give birth to a boy, I'm appointing you to be his guardian angel." The man said with a bright smile. Blaine nearly choked on nothing.

"Excuse me?" He asked. The man chuckled.

"You heard me." The man said.

"Yeah, I did, but that sounds absurd!" Blaine squeaked, "There's no way I can do that!" The man shook his head and laughed.

"Sure you can, it's simple." The man said, "Your only job is to make sure he makes the right choices, and save him from oncoming danger." The man explained. Blaine blinked.

"And I'm supposed to do that how?" Blaine asked, folding his arms over his chest. It seemed early to be assigned a job so quickly.

"It'll make sense when you're down there, you can ask the boy's parent's guardians." The man said, leaning back. Soon the room filled with light once again, dispersing once Blaine appeared in a hospital room. On the hospital bed sat a beautiful woman with a little boy in her arms. Tears streamed down her face, it seemed to be a very emotional moment. A man stood by her side with a hand on her shoulder, his eyes filled with tears. Blaine glanced around the room and found two other people, standing next to the bed. One of them looked over at Blaine and smiled.

"You must be the boy's guardian." She was a beautiful woman with long brown hair. "I'm Adeline, Burt's guardian." She said, motioning over to the proud man, "And this is Owen, Elizabeth's guardian." Owen held a hand up as a woman walked in with a clipboard, silencing Adeline.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" The woman asked. Burt and Elizabeth looked at each other and smiled.

"Kurt Elizabeth." Burt said, giving his wife's shoulder a light squeeze. The woman smiled and wrote the name on the clipboard. The woman's guardian waved at them before walking off with her.

"Well, Kurt's guardian, what's your name?" Owen asked, turning to him.

"Blaine." Blaine said softly, looking back at Kurt.