Part 5

"No", David said and looked at Blaine. "Ghosts cannot get bruises because they are dead. Dead people don't get bruises when being dead for hundreds of years."

"How do we know it's hundreds of years", Thad asked and looked at David.

"Aw come on", David said. "I bet he was one of the guys that died during that plain accident. You know where the Warblers performed outside of the school. Blaine mentioned it during Valentine's last year, remember?" Blaine looked up behind David and saw the ghost stand there with a paper that read:

"The Warblers have not performed in an informal setting since 1857, when the train from Baltimore crashed into the train station where the Warblers were singing the national anthem. Killed all of them, some say they got a very good-looking haircuts."

Blaine couldn't stop the laugh and they all looked at him.

"Did I say something funny", David asked and Blaine looked at the ghost.

"No", Blaine said. "But guys, there is something really trippy going on here."

"What do you mean?" Jeff asked.

"I… I asked about the bruises because when I saw the ghost the last time… we talked-"

"Wait when you say 'talk'", Sebastian said with air-qutoes. "Do you mean striking up a conversation?"

"Sort of…" Blaine mumbled. "He can hear and see us apparently but so far only I can see him and I… don't know if… I…" He trailed off.

"What", David asked when Blaine didn't continue. Blaine looked up from his math book to the ghost that was watching him curiously.

"I don't know if I can hear him or not", Blaine said. The ghost cocked his head to the side and then sighed. He closed his eyes and spoke. The effect… A LOUD screeching sound. All boys covered their ears and the ghost slapped his hand over his mouth. Blaine stared at him.

"What was that", Nick asked in terror.

"It was the ghost", Jeff said. "He's trying to communicate isn't he?!"

"Y-yeah", Blaine stuttered and got out the notebook. "I took this from him earlier today…" He put it in the middle of the circle the boys were sitting in. Thad took it and looked through it. He read the lines aloud:

"'I'm not a ghost. No I'm not. 1889 of course. I'm not warm. No. My last roommate, a few weeks ago was a ghost from 1999 and before that a ghost from 1988, 1977, 1966 and 1955. I am 18, I will be 19 in February. That is correct. I am rather small. But I am only 18. No. Does ghosts get bruises?' Blaine what is this?"

"His half over our conversation", Blaine mumbled. "He wrote in that thing, I took it from his hand and put it on my desk and suddenly… it was gone for him. He couldn't find it, he couldn't see it at all."

"Wait", Sebastian said and took the book. "So you say you took this from the ghost and then it went missing for him?"

"Yeah… why?"

"When I lived in Paris I worked in an old bookstore. Dude I got to see books from the 1800's… this thing… looks as if it was newly made."

"But", Trent said and took it. "The quality of the paper, they way it was made, the writing all points to it being an authentic book from the 1800's."

The boys stared at him.

"You know all this how", Thad asked impressed. And so shocked his grammar went away apparently.

"My grandpa collects old books and taught me to book bind when I was little", Trent mumbled and handed the book back to Blaine. "I could send it to him so he could examine it for you."

"That would be really great", Jeff said happily. "I mean he could tell if it really was as old as that ghost proclaims!" Blaine noticed that the ghost was standing behind Jeff with his eyes narrowed.

"Uh Jeff", Blaine said.

"I mean he claims he's not a ghost but he totally has to be because this place is haunted and after all there is that story about a kid going missing and ow!" He stared at Nick. "You slapped me!"

"I did not", Nick said confused.

"You did! It still hurts!"

Blaine looked up the ghost that was writing something and held it up to Blaine it read:

"Tell your friend that it is in the past and that the past may still hurt but you can either run from it or learn from it."

Blaine laughed and the boys stared at him and Blaine cleared his throat.

"Um the ghost told me to tell you Jeff that the slap is in the past and that it can hurt but you can either run from it or learn from it."

"Are you talking to that ghost right now", Jeff asked.

"Yeah", Blaine mumbled. "He is uh… rather funny actually. It was he that slapped you."

"What?!" Jeff flew up and turned around. "Where is he?"

"Right in front of you", Blaine said and watched the ghost look at Jeff curiously. "He looks curious." The ghost gave him a look that Blaine knew meant:

"Thank you captain obvious." Or… whatever people said back in 1889. The boys were all looking at the place where Blaine told them the ghost was but they saw nothing.

"Blaine are you sure", Trent asked. "I can't see anything."

"Neither can I", Thad said.

"None of us can", Sebastian said.

"I'll prove it to you", Blaine said and got up, taking a permanent marker as he did. He walked up to the ghost and held his hand out. "Please take this and write a greeting on the wall over your bed."

"It is against rules", the ghost wrote on his pad.

"Please?" Blaine held his hand out and the marker laid on his palm. "Write your name and something else."

The Asian looked at him and then slowly reached out for the pen. He took it and the other Warblers gasped and flew up. The pen was gone from Blaine's hand. Blaine smiled and looked at the Asian. The ghost looked at him and then wrote something in his new notebook and turned it to Blaine.

"You are lucky the room will get new wallpapers tomorrow and that they asked us to do whatever with the walls."

"Well then what's the harm if they are putting up new wallpapers?" The ghost glared at him but Blaine just grinned.

He watched the Asian walk up to the wall and take the cork off and write. But there was nothing there, nothing on the white wall. The ghost then turned to Blaine and smiled before suddenly… disappearing again. The pen was gone from the room.

"Did he do it", Jeff asked.

"Yeah", Blaine said and walked up to the white empty wall. "But there's nothing there. He said he would write because they'll get new wallpapers tomorrow where he is."

"I guess it didn't worked then", Sebastian said and sighed. "Shame it would've been cool to see a message from a ghost."

"Wait", Thad said and went and grabbed a chair. "I have an idea." He hurried into the bathroom and soon came back.

"What are you doing", David asked as Thad put the chair on the empty bed and got onto it so that he would reach the roof.

"Blaine you said they got new wallpapers right", Thad asked as he felt along the wall.

"Yeah…"

"The dorms have never gotten new wallpapers. They always get repainted." Thad obviously found what he was looking for and revealed what he'd gotten in the bathroom. It was a razor and he used it on the wall.

"Wait", Trent said. "So you mean…"

Thad managed to get hold of an edge of the now old wallpaper that had only been painted over before. He hed it and jumped off of the chair. Tearing down the wallpaper and revealing…

"There's something written there!" Nick exclaimed.

"Get the rest of it down!" David said. They worked for a bit, turned out that the rest of the wallpaper was harder to get down and when that was done they had to wash off some stuff that had gotten stuck. They did it carefully so they didn't get rid of the blue marker on the wall. When they were done they stepped back. On the wall read:

"Hello Blaine and friends, I'm Wes."

The boys looked at each other.

"Oh this is so cool", Nick said. Not afraid anymore. They spent the rest of the evening together, waiting for the ghost to show up again because they really wanted to talk to him… but he didn't show up and that made Blaine worried. What if something happened? What was really going on in this room? Was Wes really a ghost or was he something else? Why did Carmichael look pleased all of a sudden? The boys had met him after Warbler rehearsals and he had smiled happily at them. Did he actually know what was going on but didn't want anyone to know that he knows? It was a mystery and Blaine knew it all circled around room 213.

"You guys, you guys", John called as he ran up to the ghost-gang a few days later. A few days with no Kurt, not anywhere. Ever since caught in the act no one had seen him. Not even Trent his roomy and rumors started to go around the school again, but this time they were more believed. And it wasn't only at Dalton. Blaine had some contact with Rachel Berry and she told him there are rumors around McKinley about Kurt dating two guys at the same time, making him popular amongst the jocks. That really pissed off the guys.

"What is it Johnny", Trent asked his little gossip-whore.

"Kurt's transferred back to McKinley!" John said grinning wide. "It's all over his Facebook and he was seen packing his stuff into a car! It is not rumors this time I swear! He's gone! I thought Chris and Luke were gonna kiss me when I told them, that's how happy they are!"

Blaine chuckled, somewhat sadly. He was sad about him and Kurt not working out, sad that Kurt felt that Blaine was not enough for him… would anyone ever think that? Would anyone ever think he was enough for them? Or would he be doomed to walk alone forever after this because if his own boyfriend didn't want him… who did?

Blaine was alone in room 213. He didn't want to be with anyone else today. He had told his friends to leave him alone because he wanted to be alone with his thoughts, and end his relationship with Kurt on Facebook. After doing that and blocking Kurt and the McKinley kids, most of them anyway, he closed his laptop and lied on his bed. He sighed and looked around the room and froze. The wall was fixed! It was put back completely together! There was no trace of them ever tearing it down. Blaine rubbed his eyes and sat up. When he looked again the perfectly white wall was still there. He just gaped.

"This just keeps getting weirder and weirder", he mumbled and then felt a tap on his shoulder and turned. "AH!" he yelped in surprise and fell off of his bed. He sat up and cowered his ears when that screeching sound started again and all the lights flickered. He stared as his ghost cowered his mouth with wide eyes.

"Yeah better not make a sound", Blaine mumbled and got up. "I thought you'd blow all the glass in this room or something." Wes glared at him before writing on his pad.

"My voice is not that dreadful."

Blaine chuckled and got onto the bed again.

"Why are you upset", Wes wrote and Blaine sighed.

"My boyfriend left me", he said. "He cheated… laid with another man when we were together and now he left the school."

"He's not worth your tears."

"Tears?" Blaine asked and then felt Wes' cold hand rest against his cheek and wipe the tears away. Blaine looked at Wes and saw a small smile on his face and his eyes were kind. Blaine smiled back.

"Are you not scared of me anymore", Blaine asked and Wes shook his head. "Why?" Wes took his pad and wrote:

"Because I think you need a brother."

Blaine blushed.

"I have a brother", he mumbled. "We're not just close."

"Well I am here. You can talk to me."

"I…" Blaine looked at the Asian that was having a soft glow in his eyes. "How much do you know about me?" Blaine watched his new… acquaintance wrote in his notebook. Figuring it would take a while Blaine started to look for his phone and started to play games. After a little bit he felt a cold finger pat him on the hand and he looked up. Wes was holding up his writing and it read:

"I know that you have good friends. I know that you are still in love with your evil boyfriend. I know you are afraid of me. I know you are a good friend. I know you can sing. I know you have a cute laugh. I know you have a brother. I know you are a Warbler. I think you play a sport and I know you don't like me that much."

Blaine read it over again and then looked at Wes.

"It's", he began and then sighed. "It's not that I don't like you… it's just. You're… you're a ghost okay? And it's scary because you lived over 100 years ago and only I can see you and scary things keep happening in this room… spider web and dust appears out of nowhere, the broken wall fixes itself and you appear and disappear."

"But I am not a ghost", Wes wrote.

"You have to be! What else can you be?"

Wes looked at his hands and Blaine saw that he looked sad.

"What is it", Blaine asked and Wes wrote.

"I can't be a ghost because I live through hell every day", the writing said and Wes looked at Blaine with sad eyes. "If I'm dead, why does it hurt?"

"What do you mean?"

Wes looked at him and bit his lip. He pulled his white shirt up and Blaine saw new bruises, darker and also a cut. He felt anger well up inside of him.

"Who did that to you", he demanded. Wes just shrug. "Don't shrug at me! Tell me who did it?"

"What does it matter", Wes wrote. "It's in the past."

"Why don't you tell someone you're being hurt?"

"I am a chink. No one cares."

"I care."

"Your world is better than mine."

"Maybe…"

"I am not black so they loath me. I'm not white so they treat me bad. I'm nothing."

"You're yellow", Blaine teased, trying to lighten the mood. It didn't work and Wes looked at him angrily and Blaine yelped when his windows suddenly exploded, as did his mirror and the light bulbs. Everything made of glass blew. Blaine stared at it and then at Wes that was still looking angry. He held his book up.

"My baby sister died of jaundice", it read. "They burned her body and called her the 'yellow baby'. Don't call me yellow."

"I didn't know", Blaine said in fright. "Please calm down, you broke all glass in the room!"

Wes looked confused and wrote.

"There is no broken glass here."

Blaine looked at his room and heard his door open and David gaped in shock when he saw all the glass.

"Blaine", he asked.

"Wes did it", Blaine said. "He got angry and this happened! Whenever he feels something things happens!"

David looked around warily and waved Blaine over to him. Blaine joined him and was pulled out of the room.

"Blaine", he said. "Wes is not a ghost."

"Then… what is he?"

"A poltergeist."

Blaine felt scared again, he thought he was over his fright of Wes but… when David said that… it all came back again. Much stronger and then there was a strange noise from his room. A screeching and the door shook and the two boys stared in horror. Everyone else in the dorm had heard that and walked into the hallway looking at Blaine's door. With a shaky hand Blaine pushed the door open and everyone stared in horror.

The roof, the walls and floor had many big splotches of red on them. All glass was broken, furniture was overturned, books were torn to pieces, pieces of paper were everywhere, clothes were torn and stained red and sparkles flew from sockets. Blaine knew what all that red was… it was blood. He turned to David with big horrified eyes and that screech was heard again and the door was slammed shut in front of them. All the boys in the hallway ran at that moment… as fast as they could.

TBC

Guest - I needed him to make Blaine upset and vulnerable so a part of the story could work out.

Steph - I'm sorry you are upset about this but if you had read the summary you would've noticed the letters AU which means this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. In my usual universes there is one Warbler that has a big part in helping Blaine become secure but he has not been here in this universe so Blaine never became that strong person. Sad to see you jump ships, I have a life-buoy for you if you ever want to climb back on.