Blaine on the other hand was a little more dubious.
He looked in the mirrors and frames along the walls as he walked through, but Kurt wasn't there, there were no strange noises and the dog was in the kitchen drinking from his bowl. Blaine let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and slowly walked up the stairs.
He had to have a shower and change his clothes, he felt a little dirty and itchy from sleeping in them at Sam's the night before. And he had to feed the dog too.
After doing all of that, he started to make himself something to eat, as he thought over going to the car garage and asking questions. How much of an inconvenience would it be to speak to someone about a dead kid? Especially if Burt Hummel was somehow related to Kurt.
What kind of stranger goes to someone's work place and asks questions about ghosts? Maybe somebody crazy.
But he needed some answers, and the only way to try and find out what happened to Kurt, was to try and speak to someone who may know him. Or knew him.
He sighed as he sat with his breakfast, mulling over his own thoughts.
The dog barked at the back door to be let out and Blaine got up to open it, when he felt a cool breeze brush past his face. He flew back against the kitchen counter, wide terrified eyes scanning the kitchen.
"Kurt? Is that you?" He said shakily, eyes still looking around, even though he wouldn't see anything.
There was no answer, just another breeze brushing past him softly, and he found himself relaxing a little. His grip fell from the counter behind him and he reached over to the door to let Budge out. The dog ran outside with a happy bark, and Blaine sighed.
He was losing his mind in this house.
He waited to let the dog back in, before grabbing the leash and his car keys, taking one last look back at the kitchen before walking out of the door.
He used the GPS on his phone to find out where Hummel Tyres and Lube was, and made his way there. He parked outside what looked like a very busy garage and left Budge in the car as he got out. As he walked into the front entrance, he saw a lot of people working on cars inside.
He looked around for a moment, before he was interrupted.
"Can I help you?"
He spun around to see a man standing behind him, incredibly tall, with short dark hair, dark brown but kind eyes and a curious look on his face.
"Oh hi, erm...Is the owner around?" Blaine asked tentatively and the guy grinned.
"Burt, yeah, hold on I'll get him." He said as he disappeared into a side door, probably an office.
Blaine waited with bated breath. What would he start with?
The tall guy reappeared after a few minutes, with an older man following after him, speaking to him in whispers before patting his back and sending back to where the others were working on the cars. the older guy, Burt looked over at Blaine for a second, gauging what he was here for first, before making his way over.
"Hey, I'm the owner, you a realtor or something?" he said in a gruff voice, and Blaine faulted for a moment.
The man was intimidating.
"No, no sir, I'm not...I erm..." Blaine stammered and then paused as Burt watched him with a calm and patient expression, "I'm not really sure how to start this, but-"
"Spit it out Kid, I don't got all day." He said as he crossed his arms, and Blaine nodded quickly.
"By any chance are you related to Kurt Hummel?"
A shadow passed over the man's face, and for a moment, he looked ragged and tired, before he shook it off and raised an eyebrow at Blaine.
"Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, my name is Blaine Anderson," Blaine said quickly as he put out a hand for Burt to shake, which to Blaine's relief he did, "I'm sorry I may be mentioning this out of the blue, but I just moved into my great uncles old house down on Woodland Avenue-"
Another tight look passed over Burt's face as Blaine explained, but Blaine didn't pause.
"-and I had some strange goings on in there, so I looked up about it, and I found out some awful things."
"Yeah, that house has bad memories." Burt agreed as he huffed out a breath and scratch the back of his head lightly, lifting the cap off of his head a little.
"So you knew Kurt?" Blaine asked and the man smiled sadly at him.
"He was my son."
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Burt poured Blaine a coffee, from his coffee machine in his office, as Blaine took a seat in one of the chairs. He looked around at the small office room while Burt was busy, and took in the pictures of family over on one wall. The tall guy was in one picture, smiling with his arms around Burt and a woman, possibly his wife.
He also spotted Kurt in a few, and a few baby pictures.
Burt walked to take a seat in his desk chair, handing Blaine a mug as he sat.
"Thanks." Blaine muttered as he held the mug in one hand, and Burt looked thoughtful before addressing him.
"So why so curious about my boy? You know it's been 12 years since anyone has even come in here to speak about him."
"I just found out what had happened in the house, about...Kurt," Blaine started and Burt listened patiently, "but I only just moved into town so, I didn't know much about Lima. My friend, Sam, he was the one who recognized the last name in the headlines to one similar on your garage."
"So you decided to do your own investigating?"
"I just want some answers-"
"Why?"
Blaine paused, looking up at Burt's incredibly patient and curious face, would he really sound delusional to talk about someone's son, that he had been speaking to, interacting with, who wasn't here anymore?
Will he sound crazy?
"I-I think Kurt's contacting me." he said slowly and one of Burt's eyebrows raised slightly, "I know how it sounds, and I'm sorry, but I think he's still there in that house."
Burt narrowed his eyes as he watched Blaine, not saying a word.
"It sounds crazy but it isn't, I've been talking to him, he's been playing with my dog, Budge," Blaine explained, "and I dreamed about him too."
Blaine waited after that, to see what Burt's reaction would be. He didn't say much, just sipped at his own coffee silently. And Blaine mirrored the action, sipping at his too.
"Look, Blaine I appreciate you trying to comfort me or whatever this is..." Burt said as he shook his head, "but I think you may need to get help son."
"No, no, I swear," Blaine placed his hands out in a defensive manner, "I didn't come here to tell you anything, I just- I wanted-"
"What?"
"I think Kurt's trapped there."
Burt frowned.
"Kurt's dead, Blaine." Burt said as a haunted and sad look crossed his face and Blaine sighed.
"I know, and I'm so sorry that this may be a little distressing to hear, but I swear I wouldn't interrupt your life or try to dig up anything if it wasn't for a reason. I think Kurt's in trouble-"
"Blaine, kid, I think you should go home-"
"No, please Burt, please, you don't understand-"
"Burt! Oh sorry..." the tall guy from before came bursting into the door, a goofy smile on his face until he realized that he had interrupted something, he looked between Burt and Blaine swiftly, "erm...Mrs Havers is here to talk about her car."
"I'll be right out, Finn." Burt told him and Finn nodded as he shut the door.
Burt turned to Blaine, giving him a serious and intimidating look.
"I don't want you coming here anymore, ok," Burt said and Blaine started to interrupt again but he raised a hand for silence, and Blaine shut his mouth, "my family has been through enough grief to last us for the next 50 years, we don't anyone else dragging up the past."
Blaine sighed as Burt walked to the door.
"You should go." Burt said and Blaine nodded before thanking him for the coffee and walked out.
Burt took him right to the exit before he turned around to go back to his customer and Blaine slumped dejectedly and walked over to his car.
"Hey!"
He turned around at the call and saw the tall guy, Finn, running up to him, and Blaine braced himself a little for a hit or something. But none came, the guy stopped in front of him.
"What did you want with Burt?" Finn asked a little curiously and Blaine backtracked a little.
"Oh I erm...just some questions?"
"About a job or...?"
"No, about his son, Kurt." Blaine said slowly, gently as if unsure about how much information to give away.
"Oh," Finn frowned, and then winced as he looked back at the garage, "he doesn't like talking about Kurt."
"Did you know him?"
"Kurt? Yeah, he was my step brother, and we went to school together."
"Can I ask you some questions about him?" Blaine asked and Finn glanced back at the garage with a nervous look.
"I don't know, I mean, Burt doesn't like me talking about that stuff to people..." Finn trailed off a little and Blaine tilted his head a little.
"Why not?"
"Coz of what happened." Finn gave a shrug.
"You mean what Dave Karofsky did?" Blaine asked, pushing a little more for information and Finn shook his head.
"Karofsky didn't kill Kurt."
"What?" Blaine asked confused, "What do you mean? He was found guilty."
"Yeah, but he didn't kill him," Finn said with a serious expression, eyes turning a little darker, "I was there that night..."
"The night Kurt died?"
Finn nodded.
"How did he die?"
As Finn opened his mouth to say something else, Burt appeared in the exit of the garage.
"Finn!"
Blaine and Finn looked over to see Burt glaring at them slightly, and Finn turned back to Blaine with an apologetic look.
"Sorry dude, got to go."
Blaine watched as Finn ran back to Burt, who was holding the door open for him, and slipped inside quickly. Burt was still watching Blaine as he got in his car and backed out of the lot.
Something was going on that made Burt not want to talk about it, and Finn was just about to tell him. Blaine felt even more confused about the situation than he did before he came out here.
What had happened to Kurt? And why couldn't he get the answers he needed.
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Blaine was still confused as he slipped into a restless sleep that night. Questions and theories burning behind his eyelids and making his head hurt. As he fell asleep he thought he heard his name whispered lightly, but the tiredness of the past couple of days pulled him under.
He woke up somewhere warm. The sun shining on his face where he lay.
"Blaine?" Came a gorgeous, high lilting voice to his right, and Blaine opened his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the light, and looked over.
Chestnut brown hair, in a coif on top of his head, pale skin shining delicately in the light around them, and blue eyes looking down at him, a soft look in them as he smiled down at Blaine.
Blaine blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining it and then sat up to look at Kurt properly.
"Kurt, where am I?" Blaine asked and Kurt chuckled a little.
"Where do you think?" As he said that the light dimmed slightly and Blaine realized he was laying on the couch, in the house, sunlight streaming through the big living room window, illuminating everything.
"What? Am I dreaming?" Blaine asked as he looked around, it was like his house, nothing seemed out of place, even Budge was laying in the corner chewing on a toy.
"Maybe." Kurt answered from where he was sitting next to him, watching Blaine look around.
"Is this real? Are you really here?" Blaine asked as he looked at Kurt, a small smile breaking out on his own face.
"Well, do you think it's real?"
"Yes." Blaine nodded after a pause.
"Then maybe it is." Kurt told him with a smile and Blaine sat back on the couch.
They sat in silence for a while, Blaine staring at Kurt's face. Noticing little things about him, like the colours in his eyes, mixtures of blue, grey and green flecks, the way his jaw curved underneath his ears, the texture of his hair in the style it was in. His clothes were beautiful too. White long sleeved shirt, with a grey pin striped vest over it, black trousers and polished black shoes. There was a brooch on his right vest pocket, some kind of blackbird.
"You're staring." Kurt said and Blaine tore his eyes away with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.
"Sorry, I just can't believe it."
"I have trouble believing my incredible fashion skills sometimes." Kurt said with an amused smirk on his pale and adorable face, and Blaine laughed.
"They are impeccable, but it's not just that," Blaine added, and Kurt turned to him with a raised brow, "I just can't believe I'm sitting on the couch...talking with you...like it's normal."
"Isn't it?" Kurt asked with a frown, "isn't it normal for people to sit and have conversations?"
"People usually don't have a conversations with ghosts." Blaine said and then realized how insensitive that statement seemed and got ready to apologize when Kurt laughed.
"I guess that would be weird."
Blaine smiled a little nervously at that, and then looked down at where one of Kurt's hands was resting beside his leg on the couch. He gulped a little, and reached his fingers out to touch Kurt's, sighing in relief when the skin of Kurt's fingers felt warm like his own.
"Did you expect me to be cold?" Kurt mused and Blaine almost laughed but refrained from doing so, as he looked back up into amused blue eyes.
"Sort of..." He trailed off, "Kurt, are you ok?"
Kurt tilted his head at the question.
"What happened to you the other day?" Blaine asked again, and if possible Kurt's skin became even paler.
"Blaine-"
"I need to know, are you in some kind of trouble? Is there anything I can help with?"
"Blaine, stop please-"
"I'm worried about you," Blaine said as he took both of Kurt's hands, something was changing, because Kurt's warm fingers were turning icy cold, "talk to me, tell me who's here with you."
Kurt looked like he wanted to tell him but there was fear in his eyes, and Blaine felt sick at the sight.
"Who's keeping you here Kurt? Tell me."
"B-Blaine I-i..." Kurt stammered as he tried to explain, but then a thud was heard somewhere close by, and Kurt turned to the sound before looking back at Blaine, "Blaine, you are getting yourself in too deep, please stop. You have to leave this place, it's not safe."
"What do you mean, not safe? I know you were protecting me the other day, who is it?"
"Blaine..." there was a warning tone in Kurt's shaky voice, but another thud later Kurt was standing up, "I have to go."
"what?"
"I'm sorry..." He trailed off lightly as he slowly disappeared before Blaine's eyes, and Blaine stood too, trying to search for him.
All of a sudden there was a strong gust of wind, and something that sounded like a roar too, and Blaine was knocked off of his feet.
"Kurt!" He screamed as he sat up in his bed, his eyes shooting open wide with fright, his whole body sweating and shaking, as his chest was rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch his breath.
He looked around at his own bedroom, the morning light starting to seep in his curtains, and he frowned.
Was that real?