A/N: I wrote an author's note already but it was kind of long and useless and then the internet cut out and it didn't save. Basically, sorry for the wait, I suck and please enjoy. Once you've done those things you should review. I would enjoy that muchly (seeing as I can't purchase Glee or Chris Colfer).
Having a friend greatly improved the well-being of both of the boys. Even though this friend wasn't a physical person, it felt like much more. The fog and the light were the only connection either of them had to something outside of themselves. After several days it didn't even matter if the beings were a figment of their imagination. They brought hope where it used to be empty.
One night, Kurt looked back on the beginning of this ordeal. How did he even get here? Where was his dad, Carole and Finn? He felt guilty for not thinking of them sooner, he was so enraptured by the friend he found in the fog. As the guilt washed over him, the fog started to fade again, just as quickly as it had appeared. Kurt panicked, and focused on his need for companionship. The fog was the best friend he'd had in a long time. He could tell it everything that happened at school and knew there would be no judgement in its grey blob of essence. It came back, and he decided having a friend in the rough times ahead may be more important than solving the mysteries of the room.
Blaine really believed in the light. Sometimes he saw it as a metaphor. It was silly to think of metaphors at such a strange time, but he was desperate. The light came and made everything better. It was quite literally the light of his life. He had never felt something so pure and good before this. Blaine had left behind an unforgiving father and he was less than eager to return. Where ever he was, it was better than home. The one time Blaine thought about his father's reaction to his "disappearance", the light started to go out. His father wasn't worth losing the only thing that hadn't hurt him yet.
Every night, the boys went to sleep with smiles on their faces. They had grabbed the short end of the stick for far too long. It was time to have a positive constant, and they had found it.