A/N: Okay, okay, I gave in. Although I believe the first chapter was a good one-shot, I gave into temptation and wrote a second chapter. -_-
I will be continuing this, but it's not going to be nearly as long as my other story-which I still have to update for...
So, anyway, onto the chapter. Let me know what you think, though. Also, please excuse any spelling mistakes. I may be a spelling nazi, but I never actually proofread my work... 'xD

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, it would have been on last night.

Mom? Kurt sat up violently, and then he felt pretty stupid. As if he could telepathically communicate with his dead mother. He lay back down.

But you can, he heard her voice say again.

The countertenor stiffened, and then tried to pass it off as his fear-fried imagination playing tricks on him.

It's not.

Are you fucking joking right now? Kurt thought in exasperation.

No, I'm regular joking. Now he was just confused. Kidding, honey.

So you're saying that now that I've seen her face in an old mirror of an insane asylum, I can suddenly speak with my mother who's been dead for ten years through my thoughts? Kurt thought angrily.

You've always been able to, his mother's voice rang clearly through his mind, still soft and patient despite his rude tone. I've been talking to you for years. You just never knew it was me.

Oh, Lord. Kurt was pretty sure he was just delirious after a traumatizing experience. This was all in his head. He'd go to sleep, and everything would return to normal when he woke up.

Beaux rêves, he heard, just the same way his mom always told him when he was a child.

The next morning, Kurt was disappointed to wake up to an empty bed. He was rewarded though, when the soloist in question walked out of the bathroom humming Dear Prudence. And he was shirtless. Kurt watched a drop of water roll down Blaine's bicep as he scrubbed his hair with a towel.

"Well good morning, sexy," the junior said as he stretched.

"Good morning," the older boy replied with a smile, giving him a chaste kiss.

Tell him I love that song.

Kurt jumped about six feet in the air, squeaking a little.

"Kurt?" Blaine looked at him confusedly. The countertenor rammed the heel of his hand into his forehead.

"You've got to be kidding me," he grumbled.

"Kurt, what's gong on?" Blaine asked worriedly, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed. Kurt just shook his head.

"I think I'm going crazy," he groaned.

"Okay," the senior said slowly. "I highly doubt that, but why?" The smaller boy shook his head again.

"You'll definitely think I'm crazy."

"No I wont," Blaine argued.

"You'll laugh."

"I won't. I Promise."

Kurt sighed.

You should tell him.

Why?

Because he'll believe you.

How do you know?

I just do.

"Alright," Kurt sighed again, then pulled his legs in and sat up straight, facing Blaine. "This is absolutely insane on about a thousand different levels, but please try to bear with me." Blaine just nodded. So Kurt explained everything, starting with the window shutting, and ending with their last little conversation.

Blaine just sat there for a minute, pondering, and Kurt couldn't read the expression on his face. He grew increasingly nervous with ever passing second.

"You're serious?" Blaine finally said, making eye contact with his boyfriend once more. Kurt nodded and bit his lip. "That's… totally awesome." Kurt gaped at him.

I told you so, Kurt could practically feel his mother's smirk.

Oh, hush.

"Kurt?" the countertenor snapped his attention back to Blaine. "Are you okay?"

"Uh… yeah, I think so," the junior said.

Honey, I know this is weird, and we can most definitely stop if you want to. By no means do we have to do this. If you're uncomfortable, or scared, I can very easily disappear again until you ask to talk to me. Kurt's eyebrows screwed together and he bit his lip again.

No, I don't want that. I want to talk to you… but it's going to be seriously weird for a while. It'll take some time to get used to, he thought.

I absolutely, completely understand. And we can even set some rules later if that makes you feel better, so you know I won't be invading your every thought. But for right now, you should probably pay attention to your seemingly worried boyfriend.

Kurt's eyes focused on the hand that was waving in front of his face.

"Sorry," he said, shaking his head a little. "I was, er, talking to her." His eyebrows knitted together again.

"That's alright," Blaine smiled, and Kurt was distracted.

"You know, I never understood why people thought that being wet was sexy," he said, twirling his fingers into the other boy's curls. "But I totally get it now."

"Way to change the subject," Blaine laughed.

"Oh, get over here," Kurt said, pulling his boyfriend into a kiss.

Let me know when you want to talk.

Kurt tried to ignore the wink that he sensed.

Weird ending, I know, but there'll be more...

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