'Blaine are you sure you're ok?' Kurt asked, watching tentatively from the bed as Blaine stomped around the room.
'I'm fine.' Blaine growled as he turned on his radio and let his messenger bag fall to the floor with a heavy thump. 'I'm freaking perfect!' He turned away from Kurt and took a deep breath, trying to calm the myriad of emotions coursing through him.
'Therapy didn't go so well then?' Kurt said quietly. He hadn't come straight home with Blaine that afternoon, knowing that the other boy had to see his therapist. Instead he had waited in Blaine's room, taking his time to take a look around the other boy's possessions.
He didn't see it as snooping; after all he couldn't move anything so everything he was looking at was out on display for anyone to see.
He liked the decor, the subtle colours complimented each other and the decorations were simple. It was a very classic room and Kurt didn't mind spending time in there. Unlike, say, Rachel's room where he felt compelled to take shades to ward off the glare of twenty different shades of pink.
He found himself smiling when he found Blaine's copy of Patti LuPone's new book, the same one he had been reading before the attack. He also had the newest copy of Vogue hidden away in his bookshelf, not in an embarrassed to have it way, more of an organized way.
Kurt knew that if he and Blaine had met under different circumstances they would have gotten on well. Blaine was obviously into music and took care in the way he looked. He was nice and seemed genuine.
Blaine seemed to like the people he met in life, even after years of bullying and people calling him a freak he still saw the best in people. Kurt wondered if he would have believed Blaine's secret if they'd met in a normal way.
Before he could properly process that thought Blaine had burst through the door with a face like thunder.
'No therapy was fine.' Blaine huffed, throwing himself down on the bed and covering his face with his hands.
'Then what's wrong?' Kurt asked softly, sitting next to Blaine on the bed and moving to place his hand on Blaine's knee in a comforting gesture. He stopped himself at the last second, not wanting to watch his hand sink through Blaine's leg. He'd had months of passing through solid objects now but it still freaked him out every time, it just wasn't natural.
'My dad.' Blaine replied. Kurt stayed silent, waiting for Blaine to elaborate, knowing that he just needed more time to find the words. 'My parents are visiting family over the weekend and I was talking with my dad on the ride home from the therapists about how excited I was to see all my cousins again, it's been a while you know? But my dad told me I wasn't going, that I have to stay here all weekend on my own because he doesn't want his family finding out that I'm a freak.' A tear spilled out from Blaine eye and trickled down his cheek before he could reach up to brush it away.
'Wow that sucks. I'm so sorry Blaine.' Kurt said sadly. Blaine smiled weakly in return and covered his face with his arms once more. 'One of my Mom's brothers refuses to let me visit him and see my cousins. He's scared I'll make them gay or something. He's an idiot.' Kurt saw Blaine's mouth twitch a little. 'I still speak to them on Facebook anyway, and they don't care if I'm gay or not.'
'My cousins are still a little young for Facebook right now. They're only six and seven' Blaine said, sitting up and rubbing his face.
'Well then they've probably got their own invisible friends they speak to, you'd fit right in.' Kurt smiled. Blaine laughed softly. 'Maybe you could go and see them without your dad finding out?'
'Yeah you're right.' He replied lying down on his bed on his side. Without thinking Kurt mimicked his actions, lying so they were facing each other, just a foot away from one another on the bed. It's close and intimate but they've had so many of these meaningful conversations over the last couple of weeks it feels comfortable.
But Blaine wishes more than anything that he could reach out and touch Kurt, just to put his hand on Kurt's shoulder or rest against him as they talked. Blaine missed the physical contact that came with easy friendship; he hadn't had a friendship like that for a while.
The two boys were silent for a while, letting the music from the radio fill the silence, just content to lie there and enjoy the others company.
Blaine was almost drifting off into a light doze when he heard Kurt begin to hum along to the tune one the radio. He smiled to himself, finally feeling the stress and frustration from the day lessen. Kurt was good company.
'I'm sorry I took so long this afternoon.' He said after a while, turning on to his back and shuffling to sit up against the headboard. 'I didn't mean to keep you waiting.'
Kurt shrugged, turning to lie on his back as well and stretching out on the bed. Blaine watched as his limbs moved against the blankets, but the blankets themselves didn't shift. It was a strange sight and made Blaine's stomach jolt as it served as a reminder that Kurt wasn't real.
'That's ok.' He said. 'I don't really have a concept of time anymore.'
'Really?' Blaine asked, intrigued. He may have spoken to many ghosts over the years but it was usually quite brief, he'd never had the chance to learn what it was like for them.
'Yeah, it doesn't feel like time passes any more. It's strange, I can't really explain it, but it's like things are just happening, I can't tell if it's taking a long time or it's happening really quickly.'
'That sounds weird.' Blaine said. Kurt nodded.
'I'm kind of glad about that though, otherwise night times would be really boring.'
'Right, because you don't sleep any more do you?' Blaine realised. Kurt shook his head. 'What do you do all night then? If you don't mind me asking.'
'For the first few nights I was scared to leave the hospital, I just sat by my bed next to my dad and watched him wait there. But that got really painful, to see him cry because of me broke my heart. But I couldn't bear to leave him.'
Blaine felt Kurt's words tug at his heart. Kurt obviously loved his father very much and it must be as painful for Kurt not to be able to speak to his dad as it was for his dad to watch his son lie in a coma.
'But after a few nights I started wandering around the hospital, just watching what was going on. It took me five minutes in the emergency room for me to appreciate the fact that I can't feel sick, there are some strange accidents happening in Lima! Then I started to leave the hospital, just walking around the town. It's so amusing to watch people who think they aren't being watched.' He laughed. 'I've seen all the movies that are out at the moment and all the plays down at the theatre and all for free too.'
'Well I suppose there has to be an upside to being a ghost somewhere.' Blaine smiled.
'Yeah I guess. But I was getting so lonely, not having anyone to talk to.' He said sadly. 'Which is another reason I'm so glad you came along.'
Without thinking Blaine reached over to grasp Kurt's hand, wanting nothing more than to touch the boy, to confirm the connection of the moment, but of course his hand slipped right through to the blankets.
He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, breaking it free of the gel. Kurt gazed up at him sadly.
The moment was interrupted by Blaine's mother calling up from the kitchen that dinner was ready. Blaine climbed off the bed and walked towards the door, turning back to look at Kurt before he opened it.
'So after dinner we're going to do some research on the victims of your attacker right? We're going to catch the guy and get you back in your body.' He assured Kurt.
The smile the teenager on the bed gave him, the trust and conviction on his face, was enough for Blaine to make it through the evening meal with his parents.
Sorry for not updating last week, and the slightly shorter chapter this week, I had two job interviews to prepare for lately! But I have next week off work and so will hopefully get this story finished!
Also I wanted a quiet moment between the boys before the madness that is the next few chapters' hits!
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