A/N: Sorry I haven't updated lately (even though it's only been a few days, it seems like a while), I've just been busy with school and stuff.

Just as a note, a lot of chapters are going to end with the cliffhanger of a question/twist in the form of dialogue. That line of dialogue will be the first line in the chapter after it. If you were confused. Anyways, read on, my lovelies!

"Kurt? How...?" Mr. Shuester let his question trail off, knowing very well that the entire glee club knew what he meant.

"I—I'm Blaine's Guardian angel," the boy stuttered, holding Blaine's hand in his own. "I came to see you guys."

"Kurt, can I talk to you for a minute?" The teacher wasn't as hesitant as the teenagers. He came up to his former student and put a hand on his shoulder. "Privately?"

Kurt nodded and followed him into the office.

"What do you want?" Kurt asked out of complete curiosity. Mr. Shue put his head in his hand and took a breath.

"I know how this works," he began. Kurt raised an eyebrow but stayed silent.

"My friend in high school, Tyler, died in a car accident when he was sixteen. The same thing happened with him that happened to you—he was assigned as his girlfriend, Danielle's, Guardian."

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but Mr. Shue cut him off.

"I found out because I caught them in the A/V storage room. He had to confess." The two looked into the choir room. Everyone was either spying on them through the glass wall or talking to one another.

"But why did you want to talk to me about it?"

"Because I just wanted to let you know that you can talk to me about this stuff. That, and I wanted to warn you that the first time you kiss Blaine, he's going to get a killer headache." The teacher let out a laugh on the last part.

"Why, may I ask?" Kurt said sarcastically.

"You'll see." They looked out the window again. By now, all of New Directions was looking at them.

"Whadda you say we go back in there before they burn a hole in the wall?"

Kurt laughed. "Sure."

Can u come 2 mckinley on dec 23? glee needs 2 show u something -B

As soon as Blaine put his phone in his pocket, it vibrated. He sighed and pulled it out again.

Just me? -W

You, David, Nick, & Jeff -B

K. C u there -W

Blaine was about to put his phone away again, but had another idea instead.

"Hey, Kurt?" he whispered into his empty bedroom. The boy in question appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

"Yeah?"

"Can you switch the date of your little party? I think two and a half weeks is a little bit of a stretch."

"Sure," the countertenor replied. He sat down on Blaine's bed, lying down on his stomach the same way Blaine was. "When should it be?"

Blaine thought for a minute. "How about tomorrow at four? The school's open on Saturday, right? For Glee practise?"

"Okay."

Blaine nodded and sent another text to Wes.

Scratch that. Make it 2morrow 4pm -B

K. its a date -W

I thought u were straight :P -B

I am. Its called sarcasm :( -W

I no. Meet u there? -B

K. -W

"Tell Finn, too," Kurt suggested as he read the texts Blaine was sending. The shorter boy nodded and sent Finn the message.

Hey frankenteen? Kurt's party's 4 2morrow. That ok with u? -B

Yup. I'll bring burt + my mom. C u there! -F

"So, now that that's settled, what do you want to do?" Blaine questioned.

"Well, I can show you something no one else can see," Kurt said, sitting up as he spoke. "Come on, get up."

Blaine did as he was told. He raised an eyebrow when he was upright, but stayed silent.

"Okay, this is going to give you a bit of a headache, but it'll be worth it," Kurt explained, leaning forwards to touch their foreheads together.

Kurt leaned in for a kiss, and Blaine acted on instinct and responded. Their lips met, and Blaine was hit with an onslaught of images.

The first few were of the attack that killed Kurt—hulking football players with switchblades and lighters closing in on him in an alley, Kurt being shoved into a brick wall, and a few other unmentionables. Then the sounds hit.

A few of the jocks were yelling profanities at Kurt, but he couldn't hear them over the sound of his own screaming. Since the alley was so isolated, though, no one heard the desperate cries for help. Soon, Kurt ran out of energy to scream and then heard a cigarette lighter being flicked on.

Kurt's emotions flashed through Blaine's mind so fast he could barely distinguish them all—fear, anger, sadness, pain, and distress fled as fast as they appeared. The last thing Blaine saw before breaking the kiss was of a man in his mid-20's running up to Kurt and pulling out his phone. After that, it went blurry and faded to black.

"What...was...that?" Blaine breathed after a few moments of silence. His head was working overtime trying to process what he had just seen.

"What did you see?" Kurt asked eagerly but seriously.

"Y—your attack," Blaine managed. "Screaming. Pain," he added, wincing at the word—he had physically felt pain in the same places that Kurt was hit or burned, though he hadn't moved when he felt it.

Kurt gaped. He lifted his shirt—there was a faint trace of a scar that no one had noticed the other day along his stomach. "The cut that killed me," he whispered.

There was still a bit of burning in that exact same spot on Blaine's body. He pulled off his own shirt—there was a scar that looked much more recent than Kurt's, but was a mirror image otherwise. The two boys stared at the matching wounds for a minute, but gained their voices back eventually.

"What did you mean by you saw my attack?" Kurt said finally. Blaine thought for a minute.

"I—it was like I was watching a TV show. But I could feel everything you did. Every hit, every cut, all of it. I tasted blood at one point, too," he remembered, flinching at the memory.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Kurt whispered shyly. "I didn't know what you would see, just that it would be some sort of memory of mine." He averted eye contact, got up and tried not to touch Blaine at all so he could disappear again. Blaine had other ideas, though.

"Hey, you're not going anywhere," he insisted, grabbing the angel's wrist so he couldn't escape. "It wasn't your fault. I saw what I saw, and now I know what you went through." He used his free hand to take the hand he was restraining.

"Let me go, Blaine," Kurt insisted, attempting to free his wrist. The effort was useless; even though Kurt was stronger, Blaine had a better death grip.

"No, you're not going anywhere. Sit down, please," he begged. Kurt sighed but complied, sitting cross-legged beside his boyfriend.

"I love you. You do not need to apologize. Get it?" Blaine searched his face for an answer. There was no sign of anything helpful, considering the brunette averted eye contact again.

"Yes, I get it. I just never wanted you to experience what happened to me," he whispered. "I love you too much to let you be hurt the way I was."

A/N: Creepy scar is creepy. Fluffy ending is fluffy. Like it? Hate it? Have ideas? Review with 'em!

Danielle's name isn't taken from "Wait, so now I'm Dannielle Stacy Hummel?" (which is by the oh-so-awesome xLil' Suga Babyx). I came up with her as a character in my original story long before I even read fanfiction.