Over the next few years, Blaine and Kurt had conversations at night, using a mirror. Blaine couldn't pick up pencils or pens or anything, so writing on the mirror was how they would do it. Kurt always fogged up the window or sprayed it with water. They would only do it at night, because Burt could've walked in or something and thought Kurt was mental. Kurt was now at the age of sixteen. Driver's license? Blaine wrote on the mirror. Kurt looked at the mirror and shrugged.
"I dunno." He whispered softly, looking up at the ceiling, "I've been waiting for this moment to happen for like, forever, but now that it's here, I'm not too sure." Kurt sighed quietly, rubbing his eyes. "I could get involved in a bad accident or something. Blaine sighed, shaking his head. He was glad it was a large mirror. I would not let that happen, Blaine wrote.
"I know, but still." Kurt murmured. Kurt sat up and stared at the mirror. "Do you remember taking your driver's test? If you have, that is." Kurt asked. Blaine wrote, no, on the mirror, sighing.
"How old are you?" Kurt continued asking questions. Blaine shrugged and wrote, I don't know. Kurt frowned slightly, "What do you mean?" Blaine sighed. I died, don't remember. Blaine wrote, biting his lip. Kurt's eyes widened, staring at the mirror. Blaine blinked, slamming his palm against his forehead.
"He should barely even know you're here, idiot." Blaine mumbled to himself.
"You… Died?" Kurt asked slowly. Yes.
"But how?" Kurt asked, standing, suddenly very interested.
"Oh, so you don't question how I'm writing to you, and you want to know how I died?" Blaine asked, obviously talking to himself. Don't remember. Kurt bit his lip and thought for a moment. Blaine watched him with a raised eyebrow. You should sleep, school. Blaine wrote and leaned back against a wall, falling through it. A string of profanities flowed like a river out of his mouth as he stood, rubbing his head. He forgot walls were non-existent to beings such as himself.
"Smooth." Blaine muttered to himself. He watched as Kurt walked over to his bed, throwing himself onto it, pulling a blanket over himself. Blaine wiped away the message, crossing his arms, sitting in a chair. He silently questioned why he could sit in chairs, but not lean against walls.
In the morning, he followed Kurt to his kitchen watching him prepare breakfast for himself. Blaine walked through one of the walls, checking on Burt to check if he was still asleep, which he was. Blaine walked over to one of the kitchen windows. Rachel? He wrote on the window, fearing Kurt's life if he allowed Rachel to drive him to school once again. She only got her license well, not too long ago. She still wasn't the best driver, but apparently the man who was testing her was high or something and gave her the okay. Kurt glanced up at the window and laughed, shaking his head.
"I'm walking, I'd rather keep my heart beating at all times." Kurt smiled, finishing his breakfast. Blaine wiped the message away and followed Kurt to the front door. Walking down the sidewalk, Blaine listened to Kurt hum a tune lightly. Just as Kurt was about to cross the street, a car drove by at a fast speed. Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him back, which stopped Kurt. Kurt might've thought it was just him stopping himself, but really, it was Blaine stopping him.
"Woah." Kurt muttered, frowning. Kurt glanced around carefully before deciding to continue crossing the street. As soon as he entered the front doors of his school he was instantly jumped on by Rachel. Kurt let out a loud squeak, stumbling around. Rachel grinned and laughed like a maniac. Blaine looked at Rachel's guardian, Peter, who shrugged, just as surprised as Kurt and Blaine were.
"What are you doing?!" Kurt shrieked, finally finding his balance.
"Surprise!" Rachel squealed. Blaine looked at Peter again, eyebrows raised.
"I really have no idea what she's doing." Peter said, holding his hands up.
"What? What surprise?" Kurt blinked. Rachel shrugged and jumped off of him. Kurt blinked again, staring at Rachel silently.
"I'm just in a good mood for once, is that so bad?" Rachel huffed, crossing her arms. Kurt shrugged, sighing.
"It's too early in the morning to be scaring people like that, I could've died or something." Kurt said, smirking. Rachel rolled her eyes, walking off. Blaine watched as Peter stumbled after her, laughing silently. Kurt followed Kurt over to his locker, looking around at everyone and their guardians. Blaine began to wonder if they were somehow talking to each other, like he and Kurt were. Then came Karofsky. Blaine glared daggers at his guardian, who only grinned in response.
"Go." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. Kurt shut his locker and walked off just in time. Blaine followed Kurt to his first class, sitting down on the floor.
Once that class ended, he followed Kurt outside, where Kurt was instantly was shoved into a wall. Blaine slowly turned to Karofsky and his guardian, his expression darkening. Karofsky's guardian, Daniel, looked terrified to say the least. Apparently the mood wasn't difficult to feel, for Karofsky seemed to run off, Daniel following close behind. Kurt sighed and brushed himself off, frowning deeply. He followed Kurt around till it was time for glee club. He enjoyed this part of the day the most when it came around because it seemed a like a time to relax and listen to all the talented singers. Blaine sat on the floor nearby, closing his eyes as he listened to them all sing. Blaine couldn't remember if he sang or not, but he really hoped he was good at it. Blaine had been anticipating Kurt's turn to sing, he knew he picked out a song he wanted to sing today. Blaine opened his eyes as Kurt sang, watching him. Blaine smiled as he sang, his voice brought a new peacefulness into himself. Once he finished everyone clapped, including Blaine. He knew he wouldn't hear it, but it was the thought that counted.
Blaine sat near Kurt as he watched some movie that Blaine wasn't paying attention to. Blaine stared down at an open book, reading over the pages over and over. Suddenly, Kurt turned off the TV and became extremely still. Blaine blinked, glancing up and over at him. He found Kurt was staring right at him.
"W-Who are y-you..?" Kurt whispered, his eyes wide. Blaine instantly sat up, staring back at him.
"You see me?" Blaine asked, blinking. Kurt nodded slowly. "Well, this is new." Blaine murmured. "It's okay, I'm the person who has been writing to you, I'm not going to hurt you." Blaine smiled. Kurt's eyes widened even further.
"You're real!" Kurt said excitedly, altering the mood in the blink of an eye. Blaine nodded, laughing silently.
"As real as they get." Blaine said.
"That's incredible!" Kurt squealed. Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Sorry," Kurt laughed and reddened, "Are you my imagination..?" He asked slowly. Blaine shook his head.
"As far as I'm concerned, I'm just here to protect you." Blaine said.
"So you don't know how you died?" Kurt asked softly, and quite suddenly. Blaine blinked, shaking his head.
"Then we can go and figure out." Kurt smiled.
"What? How?" Blaine asked, blinking again.
"I know what to do." Kurt smiled wider. He seemed happy, for the first time in a long time.
"As much as I hate to rain on your parade, I'm afraid that's not allowed." Blaine murmured. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure we can break a few rules." Kurt grinned.
"Alright, alright, fine." Blaine sighed.