Sorry this took us so long!
Sebastian led him down yet another corridor that again looked identical to all the ones before, and Blaine was starting to get really worried. He was screwed if he wanted to find his way around on his own, and he sure as hell wasn't spending every minute at Dalton with Sebastian.
"The common room is just around here and if I remember correctly...ah, yes. The Warblers are performing right now - you'll get to see the boys in action!"
Blaine didn't respond. He began to hear a harmonious sound coming from not too far away, getting louder as they approached. He didn't recognize the song, but it definitely sounded gorgeous.
As they turned the corner into a large, comfortable-looking room, Blaine was met with a group of boys around his age, dressed smartly in blazers, and were exactly like him and Sebastian - ghosts. They moved around the room in a practiced ease, performing the choreography effortlessly whilst keeping their harmonies tight.
Blaine didn't know how they did it, but he instantly envied them.
"Good, huh?" Sebastian said to him, leaning against the doorframe, looking smug.
"Amazing...Wait, you're not one of them, are you?"
Sebastian grinned, nodding proudly as he waved at one of the boys, who broke from the routine to acknowledge them.
"That's...wow. That's unexpected, I suppose," Blaine said awkwardly, leaning against the other side of the door frame.
"Thought I was useless, huh?"
Blaine grumbled in response, clapping politely as the performance in front of him came to an end.
"Guys! New meat!" Sebastian shouted to the blazer-clad boys, and they all started to crowd around Blaine, patting him on the shoulder and offering various words of welcome. He smiled back, nodding at them in hello before Sebastian's hand settled on his forearm and began to pull him away.
"You'll all get to meet Blaine properly later, but right now you're disrupting my great tour." The boys groaned as Blaine gave a feeble wave before they disappeared out of sight.
"They seem like nice guys," Blaine offered, trying to think of something to say to fill the unnatural silence that settled between them. It seemed like Sebastian now wanted him to start adding to the conversation.
"They are. Most of them are crap in bed, but nice is a good way to describe them."
Blaine just spluttered, horrified. Would the guy seriously ever stop surprising him? Blaine just hoped he could talk to Wes and the others about switching rooms later; he didn't think he could take this much longer.
Walking on, they came back full circle to the meeting room where Blaine first arrived.
"Well that's it, I suppose. I hope to see a lot more of you though," Sebastian said, as he winked and turned around. Blaine swallowed, not missing the double meaning in those words.
Blaine suddenly felt the familiar swooping feeling in his stomach, but this time he just smiled, and suddenly he was back in Kurt's room.
Noticing he was alone for the the first time, Blaine took the time to look around. The room was so...Kurt, though Blaine didn't exactly know what that meant yet.
The door swung open suddenly and Kurt jumped as he spotted Blaine. "You're here?" he said, though not unkindly. More surprised than anything.
Blaine nodded. "I told you, I'm here to help you."
"And I told you, I don't need your help," Kurt threw back, not missing a beat.
"Well, they seem to think you do, so I'm here to stay. By the way, I think we should get to know each other," Blaine added as an afterthought.
"That seems like a good id- Wait, 'they'? Who are 'they'?" Kurt asked as he sat the bag down that Blaine hadn't seen him carrying before.
"The Warblers. They're the council from where I'm from."
"Ah, I see. Well, how long do we have?" Kurt said, lying down on his bed. "I mean, when will you disappear again?"
"I'm not entirely sure..." Blaine answered honestly. "I just disappear and reappear randomly. I can't control it yet."
"We better talk fast then, hadn't we?" Kurt said, smirking over at him.
Blaine nodded, glad Kurt didn't seem to be freaked out anymore. "Tell me about yourself."
"Well...I'm a senior at McKinley High, I'm in Glee club, I'm addicted to coffee, my drink of choice is a grande nonfat mocha, my favourite Vogue cover is the 2010 issue Marion Cotillard, I want to go to New York when I graduate and either get into NYADA or become a fashion designer, and my favouriteBroadway show is Wicked," Kurt finished, smiling brightly.
Blaine's eyes widened, and Kurt looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"
"Well," Blaine said, "we're pretty much the same, except my favorite coffee drink was a medium drip. Everything else was dead on."
Kurt stayed quiet, and after a moment he heard Blaine mutter something softly. "What was that?"
"I- well..." Blaine hoped that Kurt couldn't see the heat on his cheeks he suddenly felt. "I said that I wish I could have met you before the accident."
"Oh," Kurt whispered, glancing in the opposite direction and suddenly Blaine regretted saying it.
Kurt looked back to Blaine, and smiled softly. "Can we go somewhere? I know we've figured out that no one else can see you, but I'd like to get to know you more."
Blaine's face relaxed and he immediately nodded. "Lead the way."
"We're here!" Kurt announced, and Blaine smiled; he recognized the place.
"My mom used to bring me here," Blaine whispered. "Even when I got older. I always took things like that for granted, and now I'd do anything to have it back."
"Oh, Blaine," Kurt whispered sympathetically, reaching over to try and touch Blaine and widening his eyes when he actually did.
"I- I thought you were a-"
Kurt glanced up to find Blaine grinning from ear to ear. "I am. You can...I mean, you touched me."
"I- Yeah, I did." Kurt smiled back just as widely, but just then someone walked by and gave him a very noticeable look, making Kurt quickly drop his gaze. "Come on, let's go," he muttered.
"Where now?" Blaine asked curiously, falling into step beside him as he started walking back in the direction they had come from.
"Home, I guess. I didn't realize you had s connection to that park or I would never have brought you here. I can't imagine how hard it is for you," Kurt said sympathetically, but Blaine smiled again.
"I'll be fine in time," he assured. When Kurt smiled back at him, Blaine felt an unfamiliar lurch in his stomach. He had meant what he'd said before; he wished more than anything that he'd known Kurt before he died, because he just knew that they would have been friends. Maybe even best friends. He couldn't help but wish for that now, even though he didn't know how long he'd be around.
They could be friends, right? And Kurt was something special – to be Kurt's friend would make him the luckiest guy ever. Ghost or otherwise.
Just when he was about to make some heartfelt proclamation to Kurt about just this, he felt the tug that warned him of his departure. He managed a dramatic sigh just before he left, though. The image of Kurt faded from his view, unfortunately, and he was sorry he couldn't say goodbye.