"Now guys," Mr. Shuester began again, walking towards the students "I really want to do either a Christopher Cross song or another Journey song. How about it?" he held his hands out, waiting for responses.
Rachel quickly began by leaning forward, "Unless you want us to fail at the next competition, these artists can't be sung by us. We need something with sparkle and pizazz! Like... Barbara!"
"Dios mio!" Santana said, "No quiero, Barbara!"
"What's wrong with Barbara?" Rachel retaliated.
"Ladies!" Mr. Shuester interrupted, "Let's settle this like adults. We're doing either Christopher Cross or Journey. I want everyone to write on a sheet of paper what they want and I'll count the votes."
"Won't that be a waste of paper?" Mercedes snapped.
"I know, couldn't we just raise our hands?" Artie piped in.
"Seriously," Quinn put in her thoughts, "that would be much easier."
"Alright!" Mr. Shuester put his hands up, "Raise your hand if you want to perform Christopher Cross," no one raised their hand, "Alright, now raise your hand if you want Journey," and once again, no one raised their hand.
"Guys! Come on!" Mr. Shuester stressed.
Suddenly, some papers from Mr. Shuesters desk fell off and landed on the floor in a messy pile. Everyone looked and became curious. Nonetheless, Mr. Shuester picked the papers up and put them back on his desk in a neat stack.
As Mr. Shuester continued with his rant about how he needed a choosing between the two choices, the paper fell off the desk again. This time, Kurt sat up straighter in his chair and leaned forward, whispering to himself, "It can't be..."
Kurt quickly leaned over into his backpack and search for the Diadem that Blaine let him have. He held the jewel in his palms and looked. The Diadem began glistening a green glow, but then he saw the chain of the Diadem float up. Hands formed around the chain and when Kurt looked to his left, he saw Blaine smiling at him, "Hello there."
Kurt being cautious that people were maybe watching, spoke in a low voice, "Hello, Blaine. Was that you with the papers?"
Blaine nodded, "Yeah, I thought that would be funny."
Kurt chuckled a bit. Puck turned towards him and furrowed his brows. After Kurt stopped and shrugged, Puck shook his head and continued to pay attention to Mr. Shuester's words. Kurt then brought out his notebook and began writing instead, See what you made me do! Puck looked!
"I'm sorry," Blaine apologized sarcastically, "I'll try to get the whole class next time."
Ha! Like you will. I'm not talking so they won't look.
"You want to bet?" Blaine smirked.
Kurt shook his head and mouthed, 'No.' He fixed his position and continued to look towards the front of the class. They were now trying to discuss ways to raise money for the travel faire.
As I was about to say, want to hang out after you're done with school? The boys love learning more about your time and I want to show you something. But-
"Kurt!" Mr. Shuester called out, "Any ideas of raising money?"
"Just," Kurt stuttered with his words, "not... not another bake sale, please. I'm begging you."
"Alright then, what do you have as an idea then?" Rachel promptly turned in her chair to face him, "Because signing for other classrooms for donations isn't getting the recognition it deserves either."
Suddenly, a pen flew out of nowhere and hit Rachel, "Hey! Who threw that?"
"Seriously," Mr. Shuester piped up, "Whoever threw that needs to speak up. It isn't nice or funny."
When no one did speak up, Rachel just shrugged and continued, "Whatever. We need an idea that'll stand out and make people want to donate to our cause."
Kurt heard and saw Blaine laughing beside him. When Kurt realized why Blaine was laughing, his jaw dropped, "You didn't!"
Blaine broke out harder into hysterics and nodded. Kurt furiously scribbled, That wasn't very nice!
"Oh yeah?" Blaine smiled.
Yeah.
Blaine just smirked and grabbed onto Kurt's shoulder. Kurt quickly yelped out of his chair and was brushing off the ice now on his shirt. At this point, there was no going around this. Kurt had been noticed by everyone.
"I'm sorry," Kurt fumbled again, "I just remembered that I need to turn in my... English assignment. I forgot to during the actual class."
"Alright," Mr. Shuester nodded, "Go on, it's okay. Everybody, we'll just continue on the next time we meet. Have a good weekend everybody!"
Kurt grabbed his bag and textbooks as quick as he could and ran out of the Choir Room towards the front doors. He made it through the front doors and out on the lawn before he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Hey!" he heard Blaine calling after him, "Hey! I need to talk to you! Stop, Kurt!"
Kurt stopped and felt Blaine run through him, a shocking feeling of ice going through his body, "Stop doing that! You embarrased me!"
"Sorry," Blaine's hand slowly appeared as he touched the Diadem in Kurt's hand, "I was just playing around. I'll stop."
"I'm trying to not get noticed, okay?" Kurt said. He saw the solemn look on Blaine's face, "Look, let's go over to Dalton and hang around, okay? Don't worry about it. I know you were just trying to have fun."
Blaine smirked and softly nodded, "Okay. See you there," he faded away.
Kurt unwrapped the Diadem within his fingers and put the chain over his head, the jewel resting on his chest. Soon after, he saw and felt the familar forces that he was growing used to...
The Warblers rejoiced when they saw Kurt flash before their eyes. Kurt smiled and walked towards them after adjusting himself from his trip.
"What's new?" one Warbler asked.
"You were going to show us that music transporter right?" another chirped up.
"Yeah," Kurt chuckled. He pulled out his iPod and small, portable speakers. He made sure that his player was fully charged knowing that there was mostly likely no plugs within the halls of Dalton Academy.
He set up his dock on the nearest table and put his iPod on shuffle. Soon the music of Katy Perry's Teenage Dream wafted through the room and the boys' ears. As Kurt explained that his player was a portable version of a record player, Blaine sat amongst the last row of boys and admired Kurt. He recalled the lyrics of the song currently playing and applied them to his point of view.
Suddenly, everything started making sense to him. A change of the music quickly changed the mood of the room. Blackbird by the Beatles then sounded throughout the area and calmed everyone of their sugar pop rush just moments ago.
As Kurt finished up with this weeks morden technology lesson, the Warblers flocked towards the dock to get a better look at the device. Kurt walked over to Blaine and reached out for the ghosts hands without thought. The chill did not shock Kurt, but Blaines look in his eyes. Was it admiration?
Blackbird singing in the dead of night...
Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
All your life...
You were only waiting for this moment to arise...
"Kurt," Blaine started, "Can I visit you in your living world again?"
Kurt smiled warmly, and open his mouth to speak, only to have Blaine interrupt-
"I want to meet your family," he smiled.
Kurts smile turned into a tight line of concern, "But Blaine, you're a ghost... They probably can't see you or believe you."
This time Blaines smile turned tight, with a meek, "Oh."
"But," Kurt started, "If you really want to, I will introduce you to them. No matter how weird or awkward it'll be."
They both breathed in deeply and listened in to the last lyrics.
Blackbird fly...
Blackbird fly...
"Dad," Kurt walked around a car being worked on by Finn and toward the main office in his dad's garage, "I have a question," he saw out of the corner of his eye, Blaine was following him around the garage.
Burt put down his files and rubbed his eyes, "Yeah Kurt?"
"I was wondering if I could bring a friend over tomorrow," Kurt rocked on his heels.
"For what," Burt held out his palms, "Dinner? Studying?"
"Uhh," Kurt thought carefully, "Dinner."
Burt slowly looked over at his son and gave him a good, long stare in the eyes, "You know, you only bring home friends for dinner when you have crushes on them or something like that."
"Uhh," Kurt hesitated again, looking up at the ceiling.
"I knew it," Burt stood and walked over towards his biological son, "Who's the guy?"
"His name is Blaine but," Kurt hesitated.
"But what," his dad crossed his black gunk covered arms.
"He's..." Kurt looked over his right shoulder and saw Blaine give him a nod of approval. He turned back towards this dad and sighed, "He's a ghost."
Just then, Finn busted out laughing and doubled over himself, over the engine of the car he was working on, "I'm sorry, what did I just hear?"
Kurt looked up at his dad hopefully. Hoping that he would understand him even if the whole notion sounded weird.
"Okay Kurt," Burt clasped his son on the shoulder, "So you have an imaginary friend. I thought you were a little too old for that but-"
"No dad," Kurt almost began to whine, "He's a real ghost," he followed his fathers footsteps as he began to walk around the garage, "Seriously, he's right there," Kurt pointed to the other wall, past Finn. Finn laughed again as he searched his toolbox.
"It's not funny, Finn!" Kurt retaliated.
"Fine," Finn straightened himself, "If you can prove that Blaine's real, I won't tease you again and give you twenty bucks!"
"Blaine!" Kurt walked over to the uniformed young man, "Prove to them that you are real!"
Blaine looked around trying to find something that he could do. He didn't want to let Kurt down. After a long few seconds, Kurts brother began laughing again. Blaine got the idea to walk over to Finn and pull the wrench out of his hands.
"Ha, ha, ha- Uh, what?" Finn was shocked.
Burt stepped closer and stared at the wrench floating in mid air, "Kurt?"
"I told you," Kurt smiled and folded his arms.
Finn turned towards the wrench and waved his hands all around the utensil, "It's kind of cold," Finn spoke up.
"You're going through his arms," Kurt said matter-of-factly, "It actually makes him uncomfortable when people go through his body like that."
Finn quickly took back his hands and apologized to the air.
"It's okay," Blaine said.
"Woah!" Finn jumped back at Blaines voice, "He can talk!"
"Wait, I know that voice!" Burt interjected, when all of his thoughts hit him at once, "You talk to him whenever you are doing your homework," he began walking towards Kurt, "and he was the boy... who was in the bushes on the first day of school. I recognize the name, Blaine."
Kurt nodded hopefully, "Yes, that's him."
Burt took in his breath and looked over where the hanging wrench was, "Well, Blaine, can you show your body or what?"
"No sir," Blaine piped up, "Only when I'm on school property."
"Well then, Kurt," he placed his arms on his hips, "I guess we'll have to somehow have dinner on school campus, huh?"