A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this is so late today! I was expecting to go to the fair but that didn't happen so my roommate and I ended up buying a Wii instead. :P Anyway, I've decided to give you chapter four now as a gift for your continued devotion to this story. Really, thank you from the bottom of my heart! Hopefully over the rest of the weekend, I should be able to crank out chapters to other things. :) Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. But I still can't believe I own Chris' smiley face autograph.


Figuring out how he was going to get Kurt his second chance at life was easier said than done. As much as Blaine was incredibly intrigued by Kurt, he really didn't know all that much about him. For one thing, he didn't know that the bear had once belonged to Kurt and the fact that it had been in the car accident with him was enough to tell him exactly what that faded pink handprint on the arm might be.

He shuddered just thinking about it but not because it unnerved him. No, it was because it was real evidence of what had happened to this beautiful boy.

Unfortunately, he couldn't just enroll Kurt at Dalton.

Firstly, most people would look up Kurt Hummel and find out that said person had been dead for ten years. Secondly, Kurt told Blaine that until he was living again, Blaine would be the only one who could see him. Thirdly, that meant either looking crazy talking to air, or carrying around the teddy bear and be seen talking to it.

Blaine opted for the former option. Mainly because the rest of the Warblers thought he'd gotten rid of the teddy bear.

"Really Kurt, are you sure you don't want to just wait for me to come back after classes? Or during lunch?" he asked him the very next day.

Kurt smiled softly at him. "I have to stay with you Blaine. I'm your angel," he said. Blaine raised a brow.

"But it's not like I'm going to fall down the stairs or something."

For a long moment, Kurt just looked at him and Blaine stared back, taking the time to notice the beautiful color of the angel's eyes.

Finally, Kurt reached out and placed a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Blaine, I know what's in store for your future. You don't. It's best that I am there for you." Blaine oddly felt terrified by this comment. Was something bad going to happen to him in his near future? Kurt chuckled, seeing the look on the seventeen year old's face. "Not physically Blaine. Don't worry." He squeezed his shoulder.

Don't worry? Not physically? What the hell did that mean? Blaine wanted to ask and opened his mouth to do so when Jeff ran up to him.

"Blaine, there's a visitor for you! You've been excused from first period." Blaine cocked a brow. A sideways glance at Kurt told him that the angel had drawn a gasp of breath. What did Kurt know that Blaine didn't?

"Are you all right?" he whispered after he had nodded to Jeff and the blonde Warbler had run off. Kurt just nodded his head softly.

"I'm fine Blaine. Let's go see your visitor." And just like that, the show of broken resolve the boy had briefly displayed was gone and Kurt was steering Blaine down toward the office.

When the two of them reached the office, Blaine was startled to see Mr. Hummel waiting for him.

"Burt?" he asked. He felt Kurt stiffen beside him and thought he heard a sniffle. Right. Burt was Kurt's father. This was the first time Kurt had really seen him since the day he had died ten years ago. Sure, he probably was looking down on him from heaven of whatever but that likely wasn't the same as actually seeing him in person.

"Hey kid," the man said. But Blaine immediately noticed something was wrong. His face was drained. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. He appeared as though maybe he hadn't slept at all the previous night. The man standing in front of him was very different from the man Blaine had just met the day before.

"What's going on?" he asked politely.

"Oh no…" Kurt whispered and Blaine couldn't help but to look his way quickly. Burt seemed not to notice.

It was at that moment that Blaine realized Mr. Hummel was not alone. A police officer had stood from the other seat in front of the headmaster's desk.

"Blaine Anderson?" the officer asked. Blaine nodded, feeling something quench in his gut.

"Yes," he admitted.

"I'm Officer Terrence. I understand you've been visiting the grave of Kurt Hummel?" he went on. Blaine didn't know what to say so he swallowed and nodded. Was he in trouble? The officer seemed to sense his worry for he immediately said, "Don't worry son, you're not in trouble." Blaine felt immediately relieved. He could feel Kurt's wide eyes on him. Kurt knew something. That much Blaine could tell. How much of the future did the angel already know? "I wondered if you might answer me a few questions."

For a moment, Blaine was silent. And then Kurt nudged him and Blaine finally found his voice.

"Um, no but would you mind telling me what this is about first?" he asked, voice as polite as he possibly could make it over his confusion.

Burt and Officer Terrence exchanged looks and the man nodded to Burt, who sighed and swiped the cap from his head.

"This morning, I went to Kurt's grave again, just to tell him good morning," he started. "It's not something I usually do the day after his death." Blaine found it weird to hear all this when Burt didn't even know that Kurt was standing right there in the room. "It was vandalized Blaine." The seventeen year old widened his eyes and Kurt's vow of silence was enough to tell him that the angel already knew. "Someone had trashed the flowers you and I gave him and spray painted all over the tombstone." Burt paused and let out an involuntary shudder. Blaine was afraid of what was going to come next and he felt Kurt's hand slide into his, gently squeezing his hand, sending tingles up Blaine's arm. "It was fag Blaine," Burt said softly.

Blaine was stunned. Who would do such a thing? Let alone write an insulting derogatory word on the tombstone of an eight year old? How could anyone know whether Kurt would have been gay or not? He swallowed hard and he felt Kurt squeeze his hand again.

"Who would do such a thing?" Blaine managed to whisper.

"That's what we're trying to figure out son," Officer Terrence said. He removed his cap and held it in his hands. "What I need to know is if you saw anyone hanging around the cemetery looking suspicious when you were there yesterday?" Blaine blinked.

"No sir," he said quickly, giving his head an apologetic shake.

"Did you hear anything out of the ordinary?" Again, Blaine shook his head.

"No sir," he replied, feeling almost like a broken record.

"Do you have any idea who would want to do this kind of thing to an eight year old?" Blaine was taken aback by this question and was suddenly wondering if he was being accused. Officer Terrence held up a hand. "Relax son. I'm only asking to see if you might have insight on where we can start." He offered Blaine a reassuring smile.

Blaine let his mouth hang open. He was at a loss for words. Kurt nudged him in the side and he looked directly at him, forgetting that he would look funny staring off to the side and might be seen as though he was ignoring Officer Terrence and Mr. Hummel.

Kurt gently whispered something in his ear and Blaine's eyes went wide. He looked at him for a moment and nodded his head.

"I don't in particular know anyone," he said, feeling somewhat more confident after what Kurt had told him. "But my friend said there's some sort of cult that likes to hang out in the cemetery. They worship against all things they claim to be unnatural, such as being gay," he went on. Kurt whispered something else in his ear. "You might want to start by questioning their leader. His name is David Karofsky," he said.

Officer Terrence's eyes darkened and Blaine felt a shiver go up his spine. Kurt's squeeze of his hand relaxed him again.

"I know who Karofsky is. That kid is trouble. He goes to McKinley High in Lima. Big football jock. He and his buddies are very open about how they feel about gays," the officer said.

Blaine was silent for a moment but it was Burt who voiced exactly what he had been thinking.

"That's doesn't explain why he would tag that horrid word on the tomb of an eight year old." The officer sighed.

"We'll get that out of him Mr. Hummel. I'm sure he knows something. Thank you for your time Blaine. I'll be seeing you if I have any more questions." Blaine nodded. Officer Terrence turned to look at the headmaster. "I think you should just excuse Mr. Anderson for the rest of the day. Nothing like this would be easy to keep off his mind." He tipped his cap while placing it back on his head and turned to leave the room. With an apologetic smile and a nod, Burt followed him out.

"Mr. Anderson?" the headmaster said and Blaine turned to look at him. "You're excused, for the rest of the day." Well, at least he agreed with Officer Terrence because Blaine was quite sure he would be right.

He nodded his thanks and turned to leave, Kurt at his side. Blaine's mind was spinning. Really, how could someone do that? And the fact that it was the grave of an eight year old kid no less!

Several moments of silence passed during which Kurt and Blaine were returning back to Blaine's room. They were nearly there when Kurt let a single solitary word slip from his mouth.

"Sebastian," he said shortly. Blaine turned and looked at him, stopping in his tracks.

"What?" he asked, not at all knowing what the angel was getting at.

"Sebastian," Kurt repeated, turning to face Blaine. "He's responsible for this." Blaine had no idea what he was talking about.

"Who's Sebastian?" he asked. Kurt glanced around the hall as though fearing they might be overheard, which was kind of ridiculous seeing as if they were, whomever was listening would only hear Blaine's side of the conversation.

Kurt's eyes went back to Blaine's and the curly-haired boy felt butterflies stir in his stomach as the angel's amazing eyes pierced his own hazel ones. "Not here. Let's get to your room first," he said, smiling softly.

Blaine nodded and the two continued walking though both boys had unknowingly picked up the pace. They were apparently both eager in their own way. Blaine was eager to hear about this Sebastian and Kurt was eager to tell him what he knew.

Although they were walking rather quickly, it seemed to take forever and a day to reach Blaine's dorm room. Blaine quickly unlocked the door and allowed them both to enter the room. Kurt sat on Blaine's bed, picking up the teddy bear and holding it tightly in his arms.

They were both silent for a moment.

"Sebastian doesn't deserve to be an angel," Kurt finally said and Blaine's eyes went wide.

"Wait, you're not talking about Sebastian Smythe, are you?" The solemn expression Kurt gave him was enough to give Blaine the answer he'd been dreading.

Sebastian Smythe, a fellow Warbler who was one year Blaine's Junior had apparently been killed as a result of a hate crime. No one at Dalton bought and especially not Blaine. Blaine had a suspicion that dying was part of Sebastian's master plan. The boy was too snarky and sleazy to let himself die on accident. It wasn't like Sebastian had wanted to die. Blaine just thought that maybe he knew something others didn't. And Blaine would be lying if he didn't say he was kind of glad that Sebastian was gone. Sure, it was a bad thing to feel but the meerkat boy had been all over Blaine and it had made Blaine terribly uncomfortable.

Kurt seemed to know more beyond what Blaine knew fore he stood from the bed and started pacing the room as the next part of the story fell from his lips.

"Sebastian knew angels existed. And he knew that they sometimes got assigned to protect someone," he started, looking at Blaine for a moment. "He was hoping that he would be assigned to you. As I'm aware you know Blaine, he was obsessed with you. Sebastian also knew about second chance life." Blaine was staring at him wide-eyed by this point.

"But how?" Kurt shook his head.

"I don't know. Anyway, he was hoping he could die, become your angel, and then use you to get his life back," Kurt went on. Blaine stared at him in horror. "He thought if he could make you fall in love with him, he would return to life on Earth," Kurt said.

"That's ridiculous! I couldn't even stand him when he was alive! What makes him think I could stand him as angel?!" he shouted.

Kurt gave him a sad look before responding in a quiet whisper. "Because it's impossible not to at least like an angel." Blaine stared at him. God, why did Kurt have to be right? "Sebastian knew that too. I'm really scared about how much he knew." He shook his head.

Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, what happened?"

To his surprise, Kurt smiled softly. "You were already claimed."

Blaine caught on, returning his smile. "By you."

"By me," Kurt confirmed. A smug look crossed Kurt's face. "The moment Sebastian's spirit was presented to the angel's council was a moment I'll never forget. When a new angel is brought to our world, we all have to be there at the ceremony of receiving wings. I was asked to come forth to the center of the council."

Kurt turned and walked to the window, staring out of it fondly.

"What happened?" Blaine asked.

"The council asked Sebastian if he was aware that someone his age would be giving an assignment that may or may not later lead to a second chance at life on Earth, depending on whether or not the higher power agreed it was not your time to go," Kurt went on. "At this point, I didn't have a clue why I was standing in the center as well. You wouldn't believe what happened then."


Kurt waited with baited breath and patience as Alia stared down at Sebastian, her golden wings shining in the light of the clouds. All the angel council members had wings of gold and Kurt tried hard to keep his eyes from the honored position on the end. His own mother sat there, her wings glimmering just like Alia's did.

"Sebastian Smythe, do you understand that your assignment of protection will be handed to you and you may not request a person from your time of life to protect?" Alia asked. Kurt couldn't help the smirk that crossed his face when Sebastian stared at her dumbfounded. "So, something you apparently didn't already know."

There was muttering amongst the audience. One thing the other angels all knew, you did not want to piss Alia off. She was apparently not pleased that this boy had somehow cheated the system. His spirit should have been sent down under, not up to them.

"And are you aware that for your part in your own death, you should not even be standing here right now?" she spat. Sebastian looked at her wide-eyed.

"I…what?" he asked. Kurt let a soft chuckle escape his throat. Sebastian through him a glare and Alia actually smiled at him.

"Oh Kurt. Our precious Kurt," she cooed. Sebastian looked disgusted.

"That's an ugly name for an ugly girl," he said. Kurt frowned and Alia looked back at him with fire in her eyes.

"How dare you speak to him like that!" she roared. He looked surprised. "You are lucky to even be here after cheating yourself into your own supposed accidental death! What you did technically constitutes as suicide! You killed yourself on purpose!"

Gasps went up around the audience and Kurt stared wide-eyed.

"If you don't mind me asking Alia," Kurt said and Sebastian wondered why he was allowed to address her so casually. "If he did so, why is it that he is here?" She smiled softly at him.

"Because Kurt my dear," she started. "He killed himself knowing he had a way of getting back to life. He did it knowing he did not truly wish to die. And for that, he must be taught a lesson. We are the only ones who will do so."

Kurt nodded in understanding and clasped his hands in front of him. He spared a glance at his mother who was beaming at him proudly. Alia turned her attention back on Sebastian.

"It has come to my attention, that you killed yourself in hopes of getting assigned to the boy Blaine Anderson, is that correct?"

A smirk crossed Sebastian's sleazy meerkat face and Kurt felt a boiling anger in his belly.

"Affirmative your highness," Sebastian spat. Alia did not look amused.

She turned to look at Kurt, her expression softening immediately.

"Kurt honey, are you willing to relinquish protective custody of Blaine Anderson to Sebastian?" she asked. Kurt was taken aback by the question and the look on Sebastian's face said enough that he wanted to kill Kurt all over again.

"You stay away from him!" he shouted, lunging at Kurt and Kurt stared in surprise but he was held back from him as Alia snapped her fingers, causing Sebastian's feet to not take a single step closer. "He's mine!"

"Enough!" Alia cried. Sebastian glared at her. "Sebastian Smythe, is it not true that you killed yourself to be assigned to protect Blaine Anderson in the hope he would fall in love with you and grant your second life?" Her eyes were such a blaze of fire that Sebastian could only whimper out his reply.

"Yes," he said. Appalled noises went up in the audience.

"Kurt?" Alia said, looking to him. Kurt's angel heart was pounding in his chest.

"No," he said finally, narrowing his eyes and clenching his fists, stepping forward. "I have been Blaine's angel since his eighth birthday, exactly one year after I joined the high heavens. He is mine to protect and mine alone. I will not give him up because I truly care about him and have bonded with him in a way I know he's bonded with me without even realizing it." He stopped right in front of Sebastian. "And he will never love you because he has always hated you!"

Alia called for order and pounded a golden gavel.

"There you have it. Sebastian, you are denied the assignment of protecting Blaine Anderson and Kurt will remain his angel. In the meantime, I assign you to protect David Karofsky. That boy needs guidance or he will end up down below. I expect you to follow angel code and if you behave, maybe you'll still be granted your chance at a second life." Murmurs went up around the group as she pounded the gavel again.

Sebastian's eyes went directly to Kurt's and the last thing he said before they all disbanded was, "You'll pay for this girly!"


"Wow," was all Blaine could say when Kurt had finished the story.

Kurt turned and looked at him. "He's getting his revenge," Kurt said softly. Blaine looked stunned. "He's getting it through Karofsky. No one knows more about an angel than another angel. We can read everything about anyone. He knows."

Blaine was hesitant for a moment.

"What does he know Kurt?" he asked quietly.

"That I'm gay," Kurt said softly. Blaine looked at him wide-eyed. He was starting to wonder if he might have a slight idea on how to grant Kurt his second chance. "He told Karofsky." Blaine furrowed his brow.

"But then, that means Karofsky already knows about him." Kurt nodded.

"Yes. We can reveal ourselves whenever we deem is the right time." Blaine seemed to get this. "Sebastian's trying to get me to be too scared to return to life on Earth. If I decide I don't want to come back here, I won't ever get another opportunity to try."

Blaine was quiet for a moment. "He's hoping that if you see the hell waiting for you, you won't take it and then he'll still get a shot at me."

Kurt nodded. "But I know what his intentions are and no matter how hard it gets, I'm not leaving. I want my life back. I want to meet my stepbrother and stepmother. I want my dad to be happy again," he said. "I want to be able to be true friends with you and have everyone know it," he added quietly with a small smile.

"Kurt, you already are my true friend." And that was one thing that could make an angel cry because Kurt was tearing up.

Wiping his eyes with his hand Kurt spoke again. "There's one good thing about him doing this though." Blaine frowned.

"What could possibly be good about it?"

"He's not behaving as Alia told him to. He's completely going against angel code. He'll only get so far before he's brought to justice in the angel court. And if he's found guilty…" he trailed off.

"Tell me Kurt," Blaine pressed.

The angel drew a breath. "If he's found guilty, his wings will be manually ripped from his back and he will be sent to down below. And there, he will never get another chance at life."

And Blaine could feel his body shiver. Even he didn't want to think about what it might feel like to have wings manually ripped from your back.

"This is just the beginning," Kurt whispered and Blaine knew he was right.


A/N: There you have it! I never know how a chapter will turn out until a write it. I actually didn't know where this one was going when I started it. I have an idea of where I want the story to go and end up, it's just the getting there I don't know until it happens. Starting to get a clue of what Blaine might have to do to give Kurt his second chance? I wanna hear what you think. xDD Reviews make me smile! Happy reading!