Part 17

Blaine stared at the body that was in the middle of the floor. It didn't move. Wes was lying on his back, one arm resting across his stomach and the other one was resting on the floor in a way so the hand was at the same level as his head. It looked as if he was raising his hand. His left leg was straight and the other was slightly bent. He looked as if he was sleeping. Blaine would have believed that if it wasn't for the fact that there was blood on his face from his mouth, his nose and some cuts on his head. There was a lot of blood on his clothes as well and Richard hadn't even cut him, but Blaine remembered that he had been wearing a few rings on his fingers. They must've cut Wes' face and other parts so badly. He couldn't be dead, he just couldn't.

"Wes", Blaine whispered and felt David and Hunter hang on to him.

"Blaine", Hunter tried.

"Wes", Blaine said a bit louder and started to fight the grip on him. "No! Let me go! I need to get to him!"

"Blaine", David tried but Blaine just trashed and kept screaming Wes' name.

"Let him go", Thad said and Hunter and David looked at him and then Sebastian and Fred. Sebastian nodded and they let go of Blaine. Blaine half ran half crawled up to Wes and didn't even hesitate to pull him into his arms and this time… his hands didn't go right through. The Warblers slowly moved closer, Nick and Hunter placing a hand on Blaine's shoulders. Blaine didn't notice, all his attention was on Wes. He still looked as if he was sleeping, but he was pale.

"Wes", Blaine whispered and caressed his cheek. "Can you hear me? Please answer me. Open those eyes and look at me. Please. You can't leave me. You can't. I need you." He caressed Wes' cheek and felt only coldness, it meant Wes was in his world still. The body should still be warm if Wes was in the same world as Blaine. The body didn't turn ice cold immediately after death right?

But… Wes couldn't be dead. Blaine had heard that it was much harder to beat someone to death than people thought and even though he couldn't watch he was sure Richard hadn't been near brutal enough to kill Wes with his fists, even though he had rings. He looked at Wes bloody face and sniffled.

"Someone get me a towel please", he said and no one moved. "Guys please." He looked at them with begging eyes and Thad nodded before getting into the bathroom. He got back with a slightly wet towel and put it in Blaine's hand. Blaine was shaking so badly he couldn't clean properly. His hand was shaking so much that he stopped moving it. Thad smiled sadly and put his hand on Blaine's. Blaine looked up at him and Thad smiled before taking the towel and started to clean Wes' face. Blaine sniffled and felt Hunter squeeze his shoulder. He heard water being turned on in the bathroom. Soon Fred appeared with a bucket of water and more towels. Sebastian took one and started to clean Wes' hands. Jeff took another and helped Thad with cleaning Wes' face. Thad was cleaning Wes neck when he froze.

"Thad", Trent asked. "What is it?"

It couldn't… could it? Thad put his towel aside and put two fingers to Wes' neck. Feeling for a pulse. There. He felt it again. He felt it the first time when he washed the neck but wasn't sure if he was imagining things. It was weak but he was feeling it.

"Nick get me Blaine's shaving mirror", he said and gripped Wes' wrist to check for a pulse there. But he didn't find anything.

"Why", Nick asked.

"Just do it please", Thad asked and Nick hurried into the bathroom.

"What is it Thad", David asked as they all gathered close.

"I think I might've felt a pulse", Thad said and Nick returned with the mirror. Thad held his hand out and Nick gave it to him.

"What are you gonna use the mirror for", Jeff asked.

"I'm not sure about the pulse", Thad said and held the mirror by Wes' nose. Then he turned it and grinned. "But there's no way denying the steam that comes from breathing!"

"What?!" the others all yelled and Blaine stared at Thad.

"Look", Thad said and held the mirror over Wes' face again and when he moved it he showed them the glass. There was fog on it. Wes was breathing.

"But if he's breathing", Hunter said. "Then he can't be dead!"

"We need to get him to a hospital", Trent said. "There must be a way!"

"We're not in the same time", Blaine whispered.

"Don't give up Blaine. Someone might come."

"but what if they don't", David asked. "If he doesn't get help soon then he'll…" He trailed off and they all looked at Wes.

"No", Blaine said and shook his head. "No, no, no. No he can't leave me! I won't let him!" He held Wes closer and rubbed his arm.

"Wes please wake up", he said. "You said you love me! I love you too! You can't just leave me without knowing how much I love you!" His tears hit Wes' cheek. "I need you! You can't die! Don't you dare die on me! I will not have you die in my arms tonight!" But he got no response. He knew Wes could hear him, he must be able to. He always did when Blaine could touch him.

"I heard you", Blaine sobbed. "I heard you yelling at me that day. You yelled at me and then everything exploded. You were right I was lying. I never wanted you to leave. I never wanted you to get hurt or die. I never wanted to lose you. You can't just leave me here. Wes please. Come back… come back!"

"Blaine", Thad said. He had found the pulse on Wes' wrist. "His pulse is fading… he'll be gone in the next half hour."

Blaine shook his head and started sobbing. He felt hands on his shoulders but refused to move.

"Blaine", Hunter tried.

"No!" Blaine yelled and hugged Wes close to him.

"It's over Blaine", David said. "We did what we could but we couldn't save him."

"It's not too late", Blaine sobbed.

"Blaine", Nick tried.

"No!"

"Blainers come on", Trent tried.

"No!"

"Blaine please", Sebastian said with a voice thick with tears. "For his sake, yours and ours. You have to let him go."

"I can't", Blaine sobbed. "I love him."

The boys around him looked at each other. All of them were crying and all of them knew. They all knew Blaine loved Wes and that Wes must love him back. It was Nick that got the idea.

"Sing to him", he said.

"What", Blaine asked.

"Sing to him. Maybe your voice can bring him back. God knows it happens in movies and books all the time so it must be some truth to it."

Blaine heard David and Fred object about that, but he didn't listen. He just looked at Wes' pale face and caressed his cold cheek. He sobbed and then sang with a broken voice:

In the Dead of Darkness
Life will fade behind me
Once I've crossed that threshold
Demons will find me

When he got to the dorm everyone else was gone, had entered their rooms to unpack most likely. So he took his bags and headed for his new room. He walked slowly, dreading what he would find. The door to room 213 was much darker than all other doors on the floor and the hinges and handle looked much newer or just less worn. Blaine grabbed the handle and pushed the door open. The room looked like any other Dalton room. White walls, two beds, two bookshelves, two desks, a door that lead to a bathroom, a couch and a carpet. It wasn't homey at all since Blaine had not been able to put his things up. He closed the door and sighed, before turning to look at the room again… and jumped. He hadn't noticed the figure that sat on the other bed before. On the other bed sat a young man with black short hair and olive skin. He was writing away in a notebook and had books lying on either side of him.

"Oh great I'm rooming with a nerd", Blaine mumbled and then walked further into the room. He put his bags down but the boy didn't seem to notice him.

"Hi", Blaine said. "I'm Blaine Anderson. You must be my roomy."

The boy didn't answer, nor looked up. Blaine sighed, remembering Carmichael's words about the boy being shy.

"I'll just unpack and head out", he said. "Welcome to Dalton, I think you'll like it here. Everyone is super nice and the classes are amazing. Our teachers are all cool and there are tons of extra activities to do."

No answer.

"I'm in the school's Glee Club, the Warblers and I play football. What do you like to do other than study?"

No answer.

"Suit yourself, just know that I'm here if you need to talk." Blaine unpacked his stuff and put up his posters and pictures. He looked at his roommate's side. There was no pictures, nothing.

'I get a nerd and a bore for a roomy', Blaine thought. 'Lucky me…'

He looked around the room and then felt his phone vibrate. He read the text. The Warblers were going out for pizza.

"Well", he said. "I'm gonna head out with some friends. Feel free to join me."

No answer.

"Or just sit there and study", Blaine said and left, closing the door softly. "This will be a funyear."

In the deepest cavern
Huddled in a corner
Above me a dripstone is dripping
and drip-drip my sanity's slipping

"Ugh I hope you had a better day than me", Blaine said as he got to his room and found his roommate sit by his desk doing homework. "I made a big fool of myself."

No answer.

"Can you at least answer me when I talk to you", Blaine asked in annoyance. "It is very rude."

No answer, the guy didn't even acknowledge his presence.

"Okay look here", Blaine said and stalked up to him. "I don' care if you're shy or just plain anti-social. I want you to at least tell me your name!"

The guy didn't even look at him, just wrote on his papers, looking to the book beside him before he continued to write. Blaine growled and snatched the book.

"Now will you listen to me", he spat and the guy turned his head to look at the place where the book had just been. Blaine saw the guy's brow furrow and he started to look around for the book.

"Uh hello", Blaine said and waved the book in the air. But the guy just bent down and looked underneath his desk.

"Okay fine", Blaine spat and put the book back. The boy sat up again and then saw the book. His eyes turned insanely big and he paled a bit.

"What is it", Blaine said and looked at the now closed book. "Oh sorry I closed it." He picked it up and the boy flew up and looked horrified.

"Are you afraid of germs or something", Blaine asked and held the now open book out to the guy. "Here you go." The guy stared at his desk in horror and then rubbed his eyes. Staring again afterwards.

"Oookay", Blaine said. "I'll just put it here then." He put the book on the desk and the guy stared with even bigger eyes and bolted from the room. He ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. Blaine heard it click. Blaine felt ashamed at once, maybe the guy really was afraid of germs. He walked up to the door and softly knocked it.

"You okay buddy", he asked. He got no answer so he tried the handle. He realized that it had been locked but to his surprise it opened just fine. He stepped into the room and saw… nothing. There was no one there.

"What the heck", he turned around and gaped in shock. The room was empty on the roomy's side! Not even his books at the desk were there. Blaine started shaking and backed towards the door. He rubbed his eyes and when he opened them… dust were everywhere and he bolted.

In the Dead of Darkness
There is nowhere to turn
Please, please, don't leave me

When Blaine woke the next day he realized he was in his bed and that someone was lying beside him. He first thought it was Kurt but then remembered that Kurt had gone home yesterday. He sat up and saw that it was Trent. Thad was nowhere to be seen. Blaine looked around for him and found a note on his nightstand.

"I had to go to lacrosse practice, I'll see you guys later. Thad." Was written on it. Blaine smiled and stretched and then his breath hitched in his throat.

That Asian kid was back. He was walking out from the bathroom, slowly. He was dressed in what looked like a Dalton uniform. It was just slightly different. Instead of being navy blue the blazer was grey, the red piping was there still and the red Dalton D. The tie was black and the shirt white and underneath the blazer was a red vest. The slacks were grey as well and the shoes black. The boy was looking around warily before hurrying up to his desk to pack all his stuff into what looked like a briefcase.

He looked around and his gaze fell on Blaine and Trent. He cocked his head to the side, while narrowing his side. Blaine held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut as the Asian walked up to his bed and reached his hand out. Blaine felt something cold around him and opened one eye. The Asian was feeling on the wall behind Blaine and Trent's still sleeping form. The Asian looked deep in thought and even though he was standing right in front of Blaine he didn't seem to notice him. Suddenly there was a knock on the door a loud one and Blaine turned to it and Trent sat up.

"What when how", Trent said and Blaine looked in front of him again. The Asian was gone. The knock came again and Blaine jumped out of his bed and hurried up to it. He opened it. Trent got up too and walked up to Blaine, who was staring in confusion.

"Blaine", he asked and looked out the door. There was no one there.

"You heard it too", Blaine whispered. "Right?"

Trent nodded and looked outside, but there was nothing or no one there. Blaine closed the door and they looked at each other in confusion.

"That was odd", Trent said. He noticed Blaine looking a little pale. "Are you okay?"

"He was here again", Blaine said and shivered.

"Who? And where is Thad?"

"Thad went to practice… and… and that Asian came back. He was dressed in a Dalton uniform but not really."

"What do you mean?"

"The blazer was grey, the tie black and he had a red vest."

"Grey", Trent asked and narrowed his eyes in thought. "The blazers hasn't been grey in forever."

"I know…"

"What more did he do", Trent asked as he closed the door and the two boys sat down on Blaine's bed.

"He packed his stuff, just like we do every morning and then he walked up to our bed and just stood there… feeling on the wall."

"And I slept", Trent said and blushed.

"He was completely soundless", Blaine whispered. "No sound at all."

They sat in silence for a bit. Both of them thinking of what was going on in this very strange room. Blaine's alarm sounded and they got up and ready to head down for breakfast.

Men like me imagine
No-one's standing taller
In the Dead of Darkness
No-one is smaller

"He is here", Blaine said and locked eyes with the ghost.

"Where?" Nick asked.

"There", Blaine said. "Just behind Trent."

Trent turned but saw nothing, no one did. Blaine looked at the ghost and saw the same terror on his face that he was sure was on his own. Blaine slowly got up and his friends looked at him. Moving back slightly. Blaine bit his lip.

"Can you", he asked the ghost. "Can you see me?"

The ghost cocked his head to the side and Blaine realized something.

"Can you even hear me", he asked but the ghost only looked confused and scared. "Give me a paper and a pen."

This Blaine told his friends and David handed him what he asked for. He wrote something on the paper and turned it to the ghost. On the paper was written:

"Can you see me?"

The ghost looked at it and Blaine saw him move towards his desk. Blaine watched him take a paper and an old-looking pen out of his bag. He wrote something and held it up for Blaine to see. It read:

"I see you."

Blaine felt intense fear when he read those words for some reason. Before the ghost had not seen him but now he did and that was utterly terrifying and what was worse… they were communicating. But he had to be sure of one thing first. He turned the paper over and wrote:

"Can you see the others?"

The ghost looked at him and did something that made Blaine even more afraid. He nodded.

He wants to forgive me
I who made him suffer
I crushed all resistance
Compulsive and driven
Can I be forgiven?

This. Was. Hell. Blaine was furious actually. Not only was the whole dorm closed down because of some flu, that he was pretty sure Trent brought with him, but they were all confided into their rooms and beds… which meant Blaine would spend his week cooped up in the freak show that is room 213 with a ghost that keeps looking at him oddly. Blaine was being fed up with him, the ghost was staring at his I-pod.

"What is it", he asked and Wes got out the notepad and started writing.

*What is that in your ears*, Wes wrote.

"It's called headphones", Blaine explained tiredly. "This is an I-pod. You fill it up with music and listen to it."

*Music?*

"Yes."

*Like the music you sing in here sometimes?*

"Yes."

*Can I listen?*

Blaine stared at him, a bit taken aback by the childlike curiosity in his "roomy".

"Uh… yeah", Blaine said. "Get over here." He patted the bed and his roomy sat down beside him and Blaine instructed him on how to use the headphones. Wes lied down beside him and they started to listen to music. Wes jumped high when the music started the first time and Blaine couldn't help but smile. Blaine started to sing along to some of the songs and he saw the Asian smile and it made his stomach flutter just a bit. Then he felt his eyes widen because the song was Teenage Dream. He went to the skip button and skipped the song. Wes looked at him in confusion and then wrote:

*That was a short song.*

"It wasn't the whole song but I can't listen to it anymore."

*Why?*

"I sang it when I met the guy that became my boyfriend."

*The one that lied with another man?*

"Yes. I loved him so much and a part of me still does. Every time I hear that song or any of the songs we sang together I get really sad."

*He is not worth your tears.*

"What tears?" Blaine asked and then felt a cold hand against his cheek. Wes was wiping away his tears. "Stop…"

Wes moved his hand away.

"It's not that I don't trust you", Blaine said. "It's just… well you are a supernatural being…"

*I am not a ghost*, Wes wrote.

"I know, you keep telling us. But I don't know what you are."

*I'm a boy.*

"So am I."

Wes smiled and Blaine saw the young man's eyes widen.

"What is it", he asked. Wes took his notepad and wrote:

*What is the name of this song?*

Blaine blinked in confusion.

"I Wanna Make Magic", he then said. "Why?"

Wes wrote something again and then shyly showed Blaine:

*I love it. Can we listen again?*

In the Dead of Darkness
Let the stubborn man burn
Please, please, don't leave me

When Blaine got back to his room he closed the door, flicked the light switch and then, even though he would later deny it, squealed. Wes was back! He was standing there right in front of him, looking out the window. Blaine ran up to him and threw his arms around him.

"You're back!" he cheered and Wes turned in confusion. "I've missed you so much! Never leave me again!" Blaine did realize he was crying until Wes started to run soothing circles on his back. Blaine buried his face in Wes' shoulder and sobbed. Wes just held him and it felt cold… so Blaine realized Wes wasn't in the future.

"Never leave me again", Blaine sniffled. "I can't live without you."

Wes held him tighter and sighed. Blaine looked up.

"What… what is it", he asked and sniffled. Wes caressed his cheek and pushed a few strands of hair out of Blaine's face… before handing him a note. "What's this?"

Wes just nodded at it and Blaine opened it. On it was written:

"If you are not gone from the school in three weeks you will die. I have rid the world of your family and will rid it of you unless you leave on your own. You have three weeks. Leave or be dead."

Blaine stared at the note.

"Is this true", he asked and Wes nodded. "When is the deadline?"

Wes blanched.

"Sorry I meant when is the date", Blaine said. Wes wrote:

*March 15.*

Blaine felt himself pale. That was the date. The date Wes disappeared in. He felt a tug on his hand and saw that Wes had written something.

*I will not bow*, Blaine read Wes' note. *I will not leave. I am staying with you. No one scares me. I'm staying.*

You love me, you told me
Come back then, come, hold me
I'm lost here without you, Wesley!

*Dearest and most beloved Blaine
I have a lot to say to you, too much to say to you. But it all sums up in three little words that I mean with all my heart and soul. I. Love. You.*

In the Dead of Darkness
Dear God, let there be light
Bring him to the light
Bring him through the night.

"Don't get the dog-catcher!" he said and Wes smiled before poking his side. "No!"

"Yes", Wes said and continued to tickle Blaine's side. Blaine laughed like crazy.

"Am I old", Wes asked after a bit of torture.

"No, no", Blaine laughed. "You're not old! I take it back! Please stop it!"

"Well since you asked so nicely", Wes said and stopped tickling him. Blaine sighed and cuddled close to the older teen. Wes smiled and gently pushed Blaine's curls back from his forehead.

"You are so adorable when you laugh", he said and Blaine blushed slightly. "I am so happy we are friends now."

"I am too", Blaine said and they locked gazes. "But… I would love to be something more."

"Best friends?"

"No you idiot… more…"

"I don't understand."

Blaine smiled and took Wes' hand in his.

"It doesn't matter", he said. "It's just a figure of speech."

"Did you mean to say I love you", Wes asked and Blaine froze. He looked into those dark eyes and Wes looked into his amber ones. Blaine felt Wes' arms around him and they leaned in closer and…

Blaine leaned down and captured Wes' lips with his own. He kissed him softly before leaning back and then started sobbing as he buried his face in Wes' hair.

"I love you", he whispered. He wasn't looking up so he didn't see Thad's eyes widen, neither did he see Wes move his hand out of Thad's grip. He didn't look up until he felt a warm, soft hand against his cheek. He looked up and realized who's hand it was. He looked at Wes' face and met his open eyes. Wes smiled slightly at him.

"Took you long enough to say it", Wes said.

"Ha ha!" Blaine laughed in glee and crashed his lips against Wes' again and this time Wes kissed him back. The Warblers all grinned and cheered too. Thad called for an ambulance, just in case. But Wes and Blaine were not aware of that. They weren't aware of anything other than themselves. When they parted for air Wes smiled and caressed Blaine's face. Blaine was smiling and crying at the same time.

"Don't cry B", Wes said softly and wiped away the tears. "I'm here, I won't ever leave you."

Blaine launched into his arms and Wes held him tight, comforting him. The others just grinned and then the door opened and they saw Richard enter with those boys. But something was different with them. They were… well not transparent but all colors and stuff were very pale. Like… you watched an old fading picture or text. You knew it was there but it was fading.

"Where is he", they heard Richard say in panic and they realized someone was behind the boys. "I swear sir he was here a few minutes ago!"

"Look there is even blood on the walls!" Patrick said and pointed. "And on the floor!"

"Then where is the body", Headmaster Dalton asked. They spread around the room and appeared to be looking for Wes.

"They can't see us", Hunter said. "And we can barely see them."

"Wait", Thad said and looked at his friends. Not only was the boys and Dalton fading away, as was their voices. "Wes disappearance and all the rumors about this room."

"What about them", Jeff asked.

"What if Wes' disappearance wasn't about him being murdered and hidden away. What if he disappeared because he stepped into the future and stayed there?!"

They all looked at him oddly.

"Look the past is fading in front of our eyes", Thad said. "And Wes is still here!"

They all stared at him, then the fading shapes that were nothing more than shadows now and then Wes, who was as solid as the rest of them.

"I think Wes is actually here to stay this time", Thad smiled and as he spoke the last traces of Dalton and the boys faded away. "And I think we just solved the mystery of room 213. It wasn't a murder or kidnapping or runaway. It was a decision made for love."

"Never knew you were such a romantic Thad", Trent teased.

"Oh shut up."

"I think Thad is right", Blaine said. "If Wes was still a 'ghost'… shouldn't Wes' voice harm us?"

"Does it", Wes asked and everyone shook their heads. "And my emotions aren't causing strange things to happen." Blaine hugged him tightly and Wes kissed his forehead. Then they heard the sirens of the ambulance Thad had called ring in the night.

*comes in wearing protective gear* I come in peace!

Right I bet you guys are all wondering about the songs in these past chapter. The one Wes sang when he was angry, after the explosision is called:

Wild Grass

The song Wes sang in the last chapter is:

You Have To Be There

And the one Blaine just sang is called: (changed so that he sang Wesley instead of Kristina)

In the Dead of Darkness

All these songs are written by Benny Andersson and Björn Ulveaus. Oh yeah the B and B in ABBA. :P It is from the musical Kristina. (Original titel is Kristina Från Duvemåla)