So I Recently Found Out My Punctuation And Stuff Vanished. So I'm Re Doing ALL Of Them. Sorry! 8)

Things Are Looking Up.

Chapter Two

'What s The Worst That I Can Say?'

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The Day Of The Deal

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Blaine continued to stay by Kurt's side, metaphorically joined at his hip. Even if he couldn't be there with him, there was no way he was going to let Kurt go through this alone.

Elizabeth often stayed with him, wishing that she too could comfort her distraught son, as he struggled through the next three days, and helped out the Anderson's with the funeral plans.

Blaine was impressed with some of the things Kurt made sure was included in his service. Little details and inside things, such as roses. Blaine had always told Kurt he loved roses because they reminded of him. Kurt always smelt like roses. Rose water, Kurt had informed him, some weeks ago.

The music Kurt chose was Blaine's favourite musicians, just little things that showed how much he really cared.

Blaine was overjoyed; Kurt really did listen to him and love him. It made his heart swell immensely.

But every time Kurt brought something up, his bright blue eyes would go dark and brim with tears. And Blaine hated that he was the cause of those tears. He only ever wanted Kurt to cry happy tears. He had spent too much of his life crying sad tears.

His funeral was nice, although he hated seeing everyone so sad.

The Dalton boys shared funny stories of him getting into trouble, his family spoke of a proper and polite loving boy, and Kurt sang a breathtaking version of My Chemical Romance's Helena (AN: I COULDN'T RESIST!). He couldn't bring himself to speak, so he dealt with his message, the only way he knew how. Through the power of song.

There was not a dry eye in sight, and Kurt barely made it through the song.

As Blaine watched Kurt over those three days, he noticed he spoke less and less, and started to pull himself away from others. Blaine was worried that Kurt would do something stupid, but vowed to himself that he would watch over him, and protect him from all of harms way.

After the funeral service, everyone headed over to the Anderson's home for light snacks, as the ground was still too frozen from the late winter, so his body was going to be stored at the funeral home, until the ground was soft enough to bury him properly.

Kurt instead drove straight home.

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As Blaine watched Kurt drive, he turned to Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth, I need to get back to him, he is acting so strange, and I'm so worried he will do something stupid, please, tell me you can help me?" Blaine found himself begging the older angel, as he couldn t bear to watch Kurt fall further apart.

Elizabeth took in Blaine's desperation, and glanced down at her deteriorating son. Kurt really needed him.

She knew of a man who could help Blaine, but it would cost, and she feared Blaine couldn't pay the price.

"Blaine, if you really want to return, go here," she whispered, pulling him off the ground and onto his feet. She slipped a piece of paper into his hand, "You didn't hear this from me, and please, if you feel like you can't, don't." And with that she vanished.

Blaine turned back to where Kurt was letting himself into the empty and dark Hummel-Hudson home, and trudge down to his basement room. "Yeah," he told himself, Kurt was worth whatever this guy wanted. And he followed the directions on the paper.

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Kurt curled up into the fetal position on his bed, and drew in a large breath. His pillow smelt like cinnamon and sandalwood, Blaine smelt like cinnamon and sandalwood. A fresh wave of tears threatened to fall from Kurt's eyes. He wanted to be strong, and show Blaine that he could be okay. But it was so damn hard.

All he wanted was to see his smile, or feel his touch. But he couldn't. Never again. And that thought sent another wave of tears to brim his eyes.

This was going to be a lot harder than he thought.

But Blaine was his whole world. And without him, his world felt very very empty.

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When Blaine finally reached the location that was directed in the note, he found himself in some weird looking lounge room.

It literally looked like someone had taken one of the old-world common rooms straight from Dalton academy. But added in random items from the set of 'Harry Potter'.
There were cauldrons and bottles with all sorts of odd named elixirs. Strange plants and animals moving about on the bookshelves, mixed amongst thousands of hard covered and incredibly dusty books. Yellow and dog-eared.

He knocked hesitantly at the door, although the door was wide open. One could never be too polite, even in heaven.

A slightly larger man in a strange robe, approached the door. He smiled when he saw Blaine.

"I've been watching you Mr. Anderson, it was only a matter of time until you discovered that Kurt needed you more than life itself." The pudgy man told him, his voice was low and husky, which matched his scruffy black bearded.

He started to remind Blaine of a wizard. (AN: Harry FREAKIN Potter!)

"A wizard, Blaine, I'm not actually a wizard, but you are close." Blaine raised an eyebrow, as the man gestured for him to enter the room and take a seat around a circular table, which naturally appeared to have a crystal ball on it.

"I know everything, young man, you want to return to your true love, and I can make that happen, but I must tell you, nothing, just like in life, is free."

Blaine was starting to get a real sense of deja vu.

"Deja vu, my boy?" The man asked.

"Who are you?"

"I am Hermonious, Sorcerer and philosopher, not at all like Harry Potter, might I add. Disney, my boy, do you know your Disney movies?"

Blaine scoffed. "Sir, that is an insult, of course I do!" Blaine chuckled, for the first time since he had passed.

Hermonious merely smiled. "The little mermaid, you familiar with the story?"

"Familiar!" Blaine thought to himself, he and Kurt watched that movie numerous times, singing part of your world to each other, enjoying each other's company, snuggling into one another as Eric and Ariel fell in love.

"I take it you do, well; I'm kind of like Ursula, the sea witch, only much prettier and nicer. Now Blaine, imagine your Ariel."

And Blaine did just that.

And Hermonious, waved his hand over the table, showing Kurt curled up on his bed, Blaine's heart lurched, sorrow overcoming him.

"He's very pretty Blaine, you're very lucky." The sorcerer smiled.

"Thanks."

"Okay, you have three days; I will give you life for three days. You have, just like Ariel until the sunsets on the third day, to not have true loves first kiss, not a declaration of love, but his hand in marriage. Once you are married, you may live with him on earth, until fate snatches you up again." Blaine gulped audibly.

He always intended marrying Kurt, but they were both so young, he only just turned eighteen, and Kurt had too only a matter of weeks ago.

There was no way that Burt would let them marry so young.

"Having doubts are we?" Hermonious cooed, of course he knew, he could read Blaine s mind.

"Look, it's now or never, if I bring you back later, your body will be too decayed."

"Shit," he had to try, he had to, even if he begged Burt, for his life, he would have to let him.

"Okay, what do I need to do?" Blaine asked, decided Kurt was worth whatever he must do.

"I'm taking your voice, just like the movie." He stated simply.

"What! How am I supposed to ask him to marry me, if I have no voice?" Blaine screeched, this was going to be mission impossible. Elizabeth had warned that it was going to be a challenge.

But Kurt needed him.

"That's the challenge, boy."

Blaine looked at the older man, taking in his expression, "What happens if, I fail?"

"You stay here forever, and when Kurt passes, you can never see him again."

Gulp.

Blaine needed time to think, was this worth it? Kurt was everything to him, but if he failed and could never see him again.

He would rather die. Again?

"Leave no stone unturned," he heard his father's voice in his mind.

Kurt was worth it.

"So do we have a deal?"

"Yes, you do."

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See That Wasn't To Bad Now Was It? Like Tearing Off A Band Aid! 8)

xxxxx

Jaydee