Media: Fanfic

Author: Agent_girlsname

Title: Not Dead Yet

Rating: PG13

Summary:

Blaine Anderson has a secret, he can see dead people. It isn't as readily accepted as the movies would have you believe and he has to leave two different schools because of the bullying.

As he attends William McKinley High he resolves to completely ignore the ghosts, hoping they will leave him alone, however the ghost of Kurt Hummel isn't so easy to ignore.

But Kurt isn't dead; he's in a coma after being attacked and needs Blaine to help him catch who did it, Blaine just needs someone to believe in him

Chapter One

Chapter Two

It was Blaine's second day at his new school and he could honestly say that it was much better than his first. Now he knew where all the ghosts were there were no nasty surprises. He knew which areas of the school to avoid when he could and there was only one room he was required to go in that had a ghost.

Even better then that though was the fact that he had friends to sit with at lunch. At Dalton it had taken a while for him to talk to anyone and he had spent the first few weeks alone.

But that morning in Spanish class Tina had invited him to sit with her, Mike and Mercedes at lunch time. Blaine had smiled and accepted, feeling warmth spread through him that lasted throughout the morning, even if he did get slammed into the lockers twice by the jocks.

During math class his mind began to wander, toning out the teacher's droning voice and thinking how things could be for him now. He could have friends, a group of people to hang out with after school, be part of a club and get to perform for people. And if he can get Kurt out of hic coma then he'd have someone who believed him about his 'gift'. He'd finally have someone on his side.

Blaine shook his head and warned himself not to get carried away. He and Kurt had spent five hours searching the internet the night before. They had found some theories on the matter, some that were crackpot, obviously written by crazy people, and some that sounded believable.

But no solid proof or research seemed to exist. Blaine knew, deep down, that he really couldn't be the only one able to see ghosts in the whole world. So why could he never seem to find people with the same gift as him?

He had often spoke to people online who claimed to speak to the dead but most of them seemed to be attention seekers and the others were too busy claiming they were best friends with Elvis, so Blaine had given up on that.

From all their hours of research they had come to one conclusion. Blaine had sighed when they both ended up agreeing on it. It always seemed to come down to this, in every single film, TV drama or book, the ghost had to resolve their 'unfinished business' to pass on. In Kurt's case they were taking Kurt 'passing on' to mean that he would return to his body, seeing as he wasn't really dead.

'I just don't see how it works, logically.' Blaine had said, closing his computer down and turning to look at Kurt. The other boy just shrugged at him.

'Well, it's either that or have you surround my hospital bed with goats blood, lavender and fourteen and half candles at the next full moon and start chanting.' He replied, recalling a genuine suggestion for returning a lost spirit to its body they had read.

'Alright then, we'll call that plan B.' Blaine laughed.

So they had decided the best plan of action was to bring Kurt's attacker to justice, a feat made all the more difficult by the fact that Kurt couldn't remember anything about the attack. One website had mentioned that, explaining that it was sometimes too traumatic for a ghost to remember their own death, or near death in Kurt's case, but sometimes they could remember by returning to the scene of the crime.

And then there was the task of getting the attacker arrested. They had decided that if they discovered anything Blaine would place an anonymous call to the police with the information and hope that they follow it up. It was a weak plan but it was all they had at that point.

Blaine thought they would be better off just finding out what had happened, so that was his first task. He figured Tina would be the best person to ask; she obviously knew Kurt well and seemed to like Blaine well enough to possibly share the story with.

He had already learned from the news websites the details of Kurt's attack, so he knew that the whole of New Directions had been there, but the details in the article were vague, he needed more.

He waited for a break in the conversation he had only been half listening to before taking a steadying breath.

'I'm sorry to hear about your friend Kurt.' He said, not quite meeting the eyes of anyone at the table as they turned to look at him. 'What happened?' He was met with silence and felt his stomach clench with dread, wondering if he had crossed a line and cost himself the chance of having any friends at all.

Mike was the first one to break the silence, which surprised Blaine as he seemed the quieter of the ones seated at the table.

'He was attacked a few weeks ago while we were at our sectionals competition.' Mike said. 'He's been in a coma since then, the doctors don't know if he'll ever wake up.'

Tina started playing with her soda can, looking as if she were about to cry.

'Wow, I'm so sorry.' Blaine said, looking at the grief on their faces he could tell they had cared about Kurt a lot. 'Did they catch who did it? There are always quite a few people at those things, someone must have seen something.'

Mercedes shook her head. 'No, it was after the competition. We were staying in a motel overnight rather than getting back really late. We were spread over four rooms and all moving in and out of the rooms, hanging out in different groups. Kurt was in the room with Artie, Tina, Mike and me, he said he had left his iPod on the bus and went out to get it. When he didn't come back right away we just assumed he was hanging out with a different group in another room.

It was about forty five minutes later we heard Santana and Rachel fighting outside, we couldn't really hear what they were shouting about but Rachel must have said something to upset her, which was surprising as it's usually the other way around. Santana stormed off towards the parking lot, I think Brittany went to go after her but Mr Schu said it wasn't safe out there she should stay by the motel while he went to get her.

He was just telling Miss Pillsbury to keep an eye on us when we heard Santana scream. It was horrible, one of those screams where you can really tell something's wrong. I've never heard anything like it in my life.' Mercedes voice chocked a little and she stopped talking. Mike took over from her.

'Mr Schu went running over to where the screams were coming from. Finn, Puck, Sam and I went as well. She was by the edge of a small wooded area separating the motel from the road, just sitting on the ground and screaming. There was something on the floor by her feet but none of us realised what it was until we got right up to her, it was so dark. But as we got closer we recognized Kurt's shirt.

He was lying on the ground not moving. Santana had been running towards the trees and tripped over him, falling almost on top of him. There were dark marks around his neck, but otherwise he looked like he could be sleeping.

Puck went over to Santana and picked her up; taking her back to the motel and shouting back that he would phone the police. Mr Schu bent down and checked for a pulse, but you could tell Kurt wasn't breathing, we all thought he was dead. Then he shouted after Puck to call an ambulance as well. He told us to go back to the motel, Sam and I had to drag Finn away, he wouldn't leave.'

'Were Finn and Kurt close then?' Blaine asked, Kurt had only given him a brief description of the glee club members so he knew who was who, he didn't know that much about Kurt's relationship with anyone.

'Step-brothers.' Tina said. 'Their parents only got married two weeks before this happened. I think Finn felt that he should have been looking after Kurt, he still feels guilty about it. We tried talking to him, I mean Kurt's seventeen, it's not like Finn could follow him around every second of the day. I don't think Finn sees it like that though.'

Blaine nodded. He had met a few families of the ghosts he had met, trying to get answers or pass on messages that weren't believed; many of them had survivor's guilt. He understood that some people felt that should have known their loved one was in danger, even when it was impossible for them to have known.

'So the ambulance came and took him to hospital, the police came and searched the whole area, but no one was found. They have no idea who did it.' Mike finished.

'Well that's not helpful.' Kurt said, suddenly appearing at Blaine's side and making him jump slightly. He looked at the three sitting at the table but no one seemed to notice.

'We all still visit him a few times a week.' Tina said. 'Not all at once, I think the hospital got a bit fed up with eleven people turning up at once and squeezing into one room.'

'They do visit.' Kurt smiled. 'Although I wish Rachel would stop singing to me. It's not that I don't like it, it's just her choice of songs isn't exactly appropriate.'

Blaine tried not to smile, covering it up by taking a drink from his soda can.

'So they have no leads at all?' He asked.

Mercedes shook her head.

'No, there was no DNA or any of that CSI stuff there. CCTV caught Kurt walking across the parking lot to the bus but the bus was out its sight so we don't know what happened after that.'

'The police reckon whoever did this has done it before.' Mike said. 'There are cases in Virginia, Kentucky and around Ohio were boys around Kurt's age have been strangled, but no one ever gets caught.'

'Kurt's lucky to still be alive then.' Blaine said softly. None of the news reports had mentioned that fact.

Mike nodded. 'The doctors said Santana must have interrupted him or something and he couldn't have finished. They said that his brain had been starved of oxygen and that's why he's in a coma, but it wasn't enough to kill him straight away. If we hadn't have found him when we did then he would have had no chance.'

They sat in silence for a few moments, no one knowing what else to say. Tears were silently trailing down Tina's cheeks and Mike took hold of her hand, squeezing it tightly.

'This must be so hard for you all, you seem so close.' Blaine said, breaking the silence at last.

'We are.' Mercedes smiled. 'We've been through a lot together; we're like one big family.'

'So did that help at all?' Blaine asked. He was driving home from school; Kurt sat in the passenger seat. He had laughed when Kurt had tried to pull the seatbelt over him, his fingers sinking through the buckle.

'I think so.' Kurt said, wrinkling his nose. 'I remember the motel now. I remember walking over to the bus and finding my iPod. And my scarf actually, I'd forgotten I'd left that in there. I think I remember someone grabbing me. But not really.' He sighed.

'Well, it's a start at least.' Blaine said, trying to sound optimistic. But really he could feel his heart sinking. If the police had no leads then Kurt was the only one who could have any idea about what happened.

'I suppose.' Kurt replied distractedly. Blaine could see he was thinking hard. 'Do you think any of the others might remember who it was?'

'What do you mean?' Blaine asked, not following Kurt's train of thought.

'If whoever attacked me has killed before do you think any of his victims are still here? Still ghosts I mean.'

Blaine stopped at a set of traffic lights and thought hard. It was possible. From what he had read from some of the more genuine articles some the most common ghosts were of the people who had been murdered.

'It might be worth a try.' He agreed. It was a long shot though, if any of the victims were still ghosts what were the odds of Blaine being able to find them? Or of them remembering anymore then Kurt did. But they had little else to go on, so what choice did they have?

Something flitted across Blaine's mind for a second, it had stood out to him when Kurt had said it a moment ago but it was only now that he knew why.

'You said you found your scarf?' He said, pulling away from the lights.

'Yeah.' Kurt replied distractedly, watching people walking down the street.

Blaine paused, his mind running over the details of the news report he had read.

'They didn't find a scarf on you though.' He said. Kurt turned to look at him, giving Blaine his full attention.

'Wait, what?'

'They said they found your iPod in the parking lot, but you didn't have anything else on you. It even said that they were asking if you were wearing a scarf because they thought that it might have been used to... you know, strangle you. Something to do with fabric strands.' Blaine trailed off.

'They had better not have used it, it's Gucci.' Kurt seethed.

'Is that what you're thinking about?'

'Well it'll be all stretched out.'

'They didn't find it Kurt!' Blaine exclaimed, watching Kurt's eyes widen as he got the point Blaine was making.'

'The person who attacked me must have taken it.' Kurt whispered. Blaine grinned, feeling a weight lift from his chest. The task of brining Kurt's attacker still seemed like an impossible task, but they had a lead, however small it was.