A/N: and so they meet. I'm really bad at updating I'm really sorry. Reviews will be well appreciated.

I've always hated the halls of McKinley, ever since my first day when Me and Mercedes walked in and I could feel my nose unconsciously up turn at the stench of teenager and fried foods. I am one to admit, I have a very high standard, and the acne ridden teens who currently inhabited the school were not the type of person any sane gay teenage boy who likes fashion should be in close proximity too.

I suppose its even worse now, seeing all these people continue their life as if nothing happened. There's a picture of me hanging in one of the halls, its got some stupid quote underneath it and, when it was first put up, people used to leave little notes of condolence, of course I hardly recognised the few people who visited. At first Some of the Glee club members would come down often, Rachel of course making it all about her and sobbing because 'He died too young', no one cares Rachel Berry, Fuck off.

I spend a lot of time sitting underneath the frame, watch people glance and raise an eyebrow, no one with true interest on their face, aside from the Glee club. It's surprising to see how little you mean to people who made such a fuss over small things like relationships and Show choir competitions..

It gets very tedious some days, I've tried walking to places, go visit the queen in England or lick Robert Downey Jr's face or walk across a red carpet and pretend all of its just for me. But the furthest I can go is right to the borders of Lima and I'm dragged right back to my bedroom, where it all happened. After my first encounter back there I've been avoiding doing anything that would make me go back to there and witness the new family living and sleeping in my home.

I mess around with people sometimes, I realised that if I focus hard enough on an object I can move it, the joys I've had watching the pure shock fill peoples face when jockstraps lift up off benches and slushies float along corridors and splash the bitchy cheerleaders right in the face. Doing stuff like this has obviously caused attention, the ghost of McKinley, some people even say its Me, and tell stories about how I'm craving revenge, but of course those people just get laughed at.

I've met other ghosts around Lima, looking confused or shouting angrily at people, you come across the certain few that are desperately trying to get their 'loved ones' help or attention or just help them deal with the loss.

But after months of playing with people heads it grows tedious. And here I am now watching people walk past in the hallways as I sit on the ground in my usual spot. There's new years now, new people I would've met, like him. The boy with the gelled down hair, he's cute, if not a little short, and he looks lost. I watch him curiously as he looks dazed at the fast speeding traffic in the narrow hallway and then the bells ringing and he's the only one left. He has a crumpled piece of paper in his hands as he curses under his breath.

"Need help?" I joke, chuckling quietly. But he's turned around and I can swear he's looking right at me. Then suddenly his eyes flash up to the picture above my head and something changes in his eyes. He turns back around and curses again.

"You can see me, can't you?" I ask because its obvious he can, I don't care how he can or why, I just missed having someone who actually recognises my existence.

"Damn," he mutters as he turns around and looks back at me with an awkwardly pathetic look. "Yeah, I can see you."

I smile, because I never realised how nice this feeling is, to be spoken to. He looks left and right down the hall, noticing its completely empty and inevitably coming to the conclusion that he can speak freely to me. He moves closer and sits next to me on the ground, he sighs then looks at me again. This time he actually looks at me, I can see by the way his eyes flicker across my face and into my eyes, I'm not even sure how I look but he takes a sharp inhalation of breath and then cocks his head.

"I've never met a ghost so beautiful before." He murmurs, I lean backwards suddenly because – what? Me? Beautiful? "Oh, I'm sorry. It's just- you really are beautiful." he smiles then and I have to stop myself from scoffing because, This boy has the most stunning smile to ever exist.

"Well, thanks I suppose? I don't look as dead as I feel then?" I laugh at that, because that's pretty good for someone who has no sense of humor. He chuckles lowly as well. "So... you can see me." It's more of a statement than a question, I'm 90% sure now he's talking to me.

"Yeah, my Nan calls it my 'gift'. I try to help souls go to the after life." He looks down at his hands and fiddles with his thumbs. I laugh again because how fucking cheesy is that? Shaking my head I ask "You're not serious are you?"

He looks at me with a cocked eyebrow and smirks. Guess he is. "Give me your hand." He says, and I give him my hand. solely because this is really starting to be so crazy that I'm seriously questioning my sanity more and more.

"Give me a few seconds." He closes his eyes and takes a breath. "I'm Blaine"

His hand clenches around mine suddenly "Kurt."