Blaine saw Kurt again the following Monday. He seemed quiet, thoughtful, subdued; Blaine hoped this drastic change in character wasn't his fault.

Kurt caught up with him after school ended and led him to the parking lot.

Blaine was confused when they pulled up outside Lima Memorial Cemetery. He followed Kurt as the latter wove expertly through the rows of headstones before coming to a stop in front of a white marble monument. Blaine peered at the delicate lettering.

Hannah Elizabeth Hummel

Beloved wife, mother, and friend.

September 30, 1970 – March 16, 2002

"My mother," Kurt said quietly. Blaine gently laid his hand over Kurt's where it rested on his mother's headstone.

Kurt knelt down, staring at a patch of grass beside his mother's grave, a seemingly empty plot. He reached out a gentle hand and began to brush away the grass and weeds that grew rampant.

Slowly a tiny grave marker was revealed, and Kurt gasped in shock.

Anna Michaela Hummel

Daughter and sister taken too soon.

July 21, 1994 – July 28, 1994

"It's her," he said softly. "Anna. She was my twin."

He sniffled, and Blain had to blink rapidly himself as they looked at a reminder of a life snuffed out before it could begin.

"I never realized she was my sister," Kurt said, tears streaming down his face. Blaine reached over and pulled him into a comforting hug.

"My dad told me, but I didn't believe him. He told me to check next to my mom's grave. And there... there she is."

Blaine rubbed Kurt's back in what he hoped was a soothing motion.

"She was only a week old, Blaine. A week. And her— her spirit grew up with me, so she could see the world with me. She can't move on because she wants to live, and who am I to deny her a taste of the life she couldn't have?" Kurt continued.

"I'm sure she's happy to have this opportunity," Blaine said, trying hard to keep his voice from breaking. "And I bet she's grateful to you for giving her as much as you have— love and friendship."

Kurt pulled away to look Blaine in the eyes. "You really think so?"

"I do," Blaine replied. "Is she... is Anna here now?"

Kurt looked around, then pointed to a spot just beyond his mother's grave.

"There she is," he whispered, his emotions seeping into his voice.

Blaine moved to stand near the indicated spot, imagining he could see a girl there.

"Anna," he began, "I can't see you or hear you like Kurt can, but I want you to know that we want you to be happy. Maybe someday you'll be able to move on, but for now we just want you to be happy."

As he spoke, he could swear he saw a flash of light brown— the same color as Kurt's hair— and felt ever so slightly the sensation of arms around him, almost like the wind was hugging him.

He turned to Kurt, whose eyes brimmed with tears.

"She says thank you," Kurt said softly.

Blaine held out his hand, and Kurt took it. The two of them walked out of the cemetery, backlit by the setting sun.

Neither of them saw the girl who appeared on the hill behind them and smiled, before being swept away by the wind.

"Goodbye."

I do not own Glee.

This was also a fill for a prompt on the angst meme.

I thank you for all your feedback and your time.

-MJ