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Previously... On Saved For an Angel

Kurt sighed, flopping back on his bed. "I still think I can handle it myself, if you must know. It's only another year, and then I can finally leave this town." Kurt glanced towards him from his position on the bed and Blaine saw his eyes softening slightly. "I am kind of glad you're here, though. I've never met someone like me before...even if you are dead." Blaine chuckled, glad Kurt was finally letting some walls down. "And I really am sorry about your death. No one should have to go through that."

Blaine paused for a moment, a smile covering his face. "I'm just glad I'm here."

Before Kurt could answer, Blaine felt that familiar swoop, and suddenly he was no longer in Kurt's room – he was back in the Council chambers at Dalton.


"A warning would be nice!" Blaine practically yelled. He'd returned to the same exact spot he'd been in before falling to Kurt's bedroom. He shook his head and looked around. Where is everyone?

"Oh, Blaine. You're back." he heard. Jumping slightly, Blaine turned to see David standing behind him.

"Yeah. How does that keep happening?" Blaine asked angrily. "There's no warning. Can I control it?"

David chuckled as he gestured for Blaine to follow him. "Yes, once you get used to the whole 'being a ghost' existence, there are a lot of things you will be able to do."

"Really?" Blaine asked, getting excited. "Like what?"

David shook his head. "You have to figure that out on your own, Blaine. Your room is ready, by the way. When you're not with Kurt, you will be expected to be either in this room or with the Warblers from now on."

Blaine nodded. "Okay, that's simple enough, but- Uh, can I look around? Or can someone show me around?"

"Actually..." David started to say, but suddenly a boy was standing in front of them.

"What's this about, David? I was in the middle of flirting with Logan and I'm seriously close to tapping that fine ass of his," the boy said, and Blaine looked him up and down. He was taller than Blaine, with a smirk on his face that Blaine didn't like.

"This is your new roommate and you're his guide for the day. Sebastian, meet Blaine. Blaine, this is Sebastian."

Making eye contact for the first time, Blaine immediately saw Sebastian change his features. "Well hello."

"H-Hey," Blaine said, looking away from the intense stare the taller boy was giving him.

"Be nice, Sebastian," David warned sternly.

"When am I ever not nice, David? I'm hurt," he grinned, walking over to Blaine with his hand outstretched. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Blaine."

Blaine shook his hand warily, not quite sure of the mischievous glimmer in his eye. "Y- You too," he managed to stay, and was surprised to see Sebastian's grin widen.

"So, I have to show you around, yeah? Should be fun. Let's go, then." He walked over to the door Blaine hadn't noticed before and gestured for him to go first. As Blaine exited the room into a grand hallway, Sebastian's eyes settled on his ass. "Very fun," he whispered to himself, as Blaine turned around and frowned.

He didn't like being alone with Sebastian. His grin and the glint in his eyes intimidated him to no end.

"First stop, your dormitory." Sebastian took long strides down the hall and Blaine hastened to catch up with him.

"A dorm? Why do I need a dorm?" he asked, staring up at Sebastian, confused.

"Uh, to sleep? Store your things? Does being dumb come with being cute?"

Blaine stuttered in indignation. "No! I just- I don't really know how this...ghost thing works. Do we sleep?"

Sebastian let out a loud laugh, looking down at Blaine while they walked. "Definitely dumb. You're adorable."

"Hey, how am I supposed to know? No one has bothered telling me, I didn't even die that long ago and now I'm supposed to help a stranger get his life on track? This – everything – doesn't even make sense, and now I get no explanation from anyone. That's not really fair, is it? And now you're calling me dumb!"

"Hey, woah, there! Calm your cute, innocent mind for a second. That happens to everyone that gets chosen to come here. You learn in time; that's just the way it works." He slowed his pace, winding them through countless ornate corridors.

"Why was I chosen, then? Even when I die I can't get peace." His last sentence was mumbled as he stared, disgruntled, at the tiles below him.

"You must have had an experience that the council thought taught you something, or...made you eligible to give advice, or to guide someone."

"So getting killed by a bunch of bullies made me 'eligible'-" he mimed quotation marks- "for giving another guy advice?"

It was true that he actually didn't mind giving Kurt advice, but that was mainly because the boy was really nice (and attractive). The situation was starting to overwhelm Blaine, and apparently taking it out on Sebastian was his way of coping.

"Well," Sebastian said, and turned back around, leading him down the hall. Clearly that was the end of the conversation. Blaine sighed, hoping he wasn't roomed with him. "Let me show you to our room."

Crap.

Blaine followed after him silently, taking in the pictures on the wall, and his eyes wandered to a portrait bigger than the rest.

"Sebastian," he called out. Sebastian turned back and Blaine nodded up at the picture. "Who is this?"

"That's Sir Dalton," Sebastian explained. "He created this place. He's the reason we all get to help people – or in my case, mess with people."

Blaine nodded. "Will he ever be around? Does he visit?" He didn't understand why, but the concept of this man coming by made Blaine's hair stand up on the back of his neck.

"He visits occasionally, but usually he doesn't come around unless either the council calls him or there's a problem here." Sebastian started walking again, and with one last look at the picture, Blaine followed.

They stopped at a door down the hall and Sebastian touched the handle as if it had a code and suddenly the door swung open. "Welcome to my – our – humble abode."

As soon as Blaine walked in, he recognized the that the whole room reeked of sex. He made a face and Sebastian noticed. "What?"

"It smells weird in here." Sebastian bursted out laughing once again, following him inside and closing the door behind him, blocking out the only fresh air that could enter the room.

"That would be from the many sexual encounters I've had recently. The sweet smell of my come tends to linger-"

"Okay!" Blaine shouted out, holding up a hand to stop him. "I don't need to know the details, thanks."

"Just explaining," Sebastian retorted, the grin still on his face.

Blaine looked around the room, taking in the furnishings. It was quite well decorated, he had to admit, a blend of warm reds and browns creating a homey feeling about the place. Two beds were situated at opposite ends of the room. One was unmade and the duvet was crumpled, as if someone had recently been lying on it.

Or having sex on it.

He shivered in disgust.

The other was completely clean and tidy, so he walked over to it and sat down before looking up at Sebastian in question, who was eyeing his own bed musingly.

"Oops, I meant to wash those sheets. They got a little messy when I-"

"Nope! Please, just try to lessen the amount of information you give me. I really, really don't want to know the ins and outs of your personal life."

"There was definitely something going in and out, but I don't know if-"

"Sebastian!" he shouted, face flushed as red as his duvet cover. He ran a hand through his curls in frustration; how the hell was he going to survive living with this jerk with a libido as a high as the ceiling?

"Don't worry. Soon enough I won't need to tell you about my sex life, since you'll be a part of it."

"Never going to happen," Blaine whispered to himself, looking at anything but Sebastian's face.

"We'll see." Sebastian smirked and looked Blaine up and down once more.

"The tour?" Blaine prompted, trying to get out of the situation.

"Oh yes. We have to go to the common room where we perform sometimes, and then I'll show you the cafeteria and where we hang out."

As Sebastian showed Blaine around, he couldn't help but think that all he wanted to do was be with Kurt. He didn't know when the next time he saw him would be, but if it meant getting away from Sebastian, he just hoped it would be soon.