Heyo folks ^^ This chapter will explain a lot about Kurt. Everything else will be explained throughout the rest of the story when the time is right ^^ I warn you though; this chapter has a lot of information, so read it carefully lol.
Hope you liked the last chapter? Remember; if you struggle with self harm or suicide, talking really does help. Trust me, I've harmed myself. The last time was a year and eight months ago, and I wouldn't have made it this long if I hadn't realized that it's ok to talk about it.
Ok, on a less depressing note. Please enjoy chapter 2 of When We Two Parted.
"W-what the hell? W-what... who are you?" Blaine stammered. He was frozen on the spot, gaping at the boy sat on the window seat. He was dressed entirely in navy blue, light brown hair neat and porcelain skin almost glowing.
And black wings.
"My name is Kurt," the boy said softly. "I've been sent here to help you."
Help him? Help him with what? And sent there by whom?
"W-what are you?"
"Well I'm not human. Not any more at least." He stood and walked over to Blaine until he was standing right in front of him. From this distance, Blaine could see the boys eyes were a beautiful blue grey colour. The boy himself was beautiful. More beautiful than any boy Blaine had ever seen.
"I'm going nuts," he finally concluded. Kurt tilted his head and considered him for a moment.
"No, you're not. I'm perfectly real. Touch me if you don't believe me." He held his hand out. Blaine hesitantly brushed his fingers across his palm. His skin was cold and smoth.
"See? I'm real."
Blaine took a deep breath. He knew he was shaking, but that was hardly surprising.
"Are you an angel?"
The boy- Kurt - let out a soft, humourless laugh.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't angels have white wings?"
"So what are you?"
"That's a good question."
Blaine considered the response before asking "why are you here?"
"I told you. I'm here to help you."
"With what?"
"Your life. The one you tried to take."
Blaine looked down at his bandaged wrists.
"How are you going to help me?"
"By being here. The rest is up to you. If you want my help, I'll give it. If not, I'll leave. If you want advice, I'll respond honestly. If you just want to talk, I'll listen. Simple as that."
"So you're like... a guardian angel?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I told you; I'm not an angel."
Blaine nodded and sat down on his bed. He patted the spot next to him. Kurt hesitated before sitting down.
"So who sent you?"
Kurt pointed upwards.
"God?"
"Well, I suppose he must be the one calling the shots."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "I don't follow."
Kurt sighed. "Well, I've only ever spoken to one... angel. An actual angel. She tells me where I need to go, who I need to help, and I go."
"So... heaven and everything is real?"
"I've never been to heaven. But I think so."
Blaine was clearly still confused. Kurt smiled sympathetically at him.
"I don't understand it entirely myself. After I died I... found myself in this place that was like... nowhere. An empty space. An angel appeared to me and told me that I had to... atone. For a sin I committed when I was alive. This is my punishment. I must help tortured souls to find peace and happiness again until my sin is erased."
Blaine nodded, taking the information in. He was still confused, but if what Kurt said was true, he probably couldn't explain it any better than he already had.
"And the wings?"
"Extensions of my tainted soul I suppose. That's why they're black."
"What happens once you've atoned?"
"I don't know."
"What did you do? What was the sin?"
Kurt froze, looking away. "I... that isn't important right now."
"Ok," Blaine nodded, understanding that Kurt would tell him when he was ready to. "So... you don't know which religion is real?"
"No. There's a God, yes. There are angels, yes. Other than that, I couldn't tell you. It could be any of them, all of them, none of them. I'm not allowed to know."
Blaine let out a deep breath. "Wow. That's... crazy."
Kurt nodded. "That it is. Now." He turned back to him. "Do you want my help Blaine?"
Blaine was momentarily taken aback by the fact that Kurt knew his name, before realising that after everything he had just been told, it wasn't surprising at all. Do I want his help?
"Take your time deciding. I can return tomorrow if you want."
Blaine looked at Kurt. He was smiling gently at him, patiently waiting for an answer.
"How many people have you been sent to before me?" Blaine asked.
"I've lost count. I've been dead for quite some time."
"Have you managed to help them all?"
Kurt paused before shaking his head. "No. Not all of them."
Blaine nodded. "Ok."
"Ok?"
"I want your help. I... I need someone's help."
Kurt gently rested his hand on top of Blaine's and smiled softly at him.
"Don't worry. I'll be that someone."
Ouch, I kinda just bitch-slapped you with a ton of information :S Lol
Now we know what Kurt is! (kinda lol) And Blaine wants his help. So where will it all go from here?
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Until the next chapter! xxx