The eighteen-year old Kurt died eight years ago in a severe car accident. He went to Heaven where they have a program called "Helping Spirits" where ghosts could help people on earth get through their lives. There were ghosts who didnt bother about life on earth anymore but Kurt wasnt one of those ghosts; he always wanted to help people so he became a "Helper". When he saw the name "Blaine Anderson" on one of the "Needers" list, Kurt knew he wanted to help him. But people on the "Needers" list didnt know they were on that list but were evaluated by some of the older ghosts who had been in Heaven for a long time. So Blaines the reason why Kurt was here, back on earth, to fulfill his mission.

Today was April 14th, Blaines eighteenth birthday, the day Kurt would finally meet Blaine. Today was the day he turned visible again instead of being a shadow, a shade and from today forward, Kurt had 365 days to show Blaine what love and happiness was all about. After that, hed have to go back to Heaven.

Even though Kurt was a ghost, he was still able to live a normal persons life after he got back to earth. He had just arrived back on earth this morning and he had already found an abandoned apartment just out of town which would be his home for a year. He could even get a job if he wanted to, making new friends wasnt a problem either but the only thing Kurt and the other Helpers werent allowed to do was fall in love with the Needers.

Kurt looked like a normal person on the outside but on the inside his heart was not beating anymore. There was no blood pumping through his veins, he was not breathing air anymore. Whenever he was helping someone he just had to pretend he was breathing to make sure he wouldnt be discovered.

Kurt somehow found out Blaine took Friday afternoon walks through the Dalton Academy gardens so he settled for a nice spot in the gardens far right corner, hidden behind a tree, guessing that Blaine might be the only one to be so enthusiastic to reach that part of the gardens before getting bored and turning around like some others already did at the beginning of the gardens. He laid down on the grass and looked up at the sky.

*****

Blaine loved taking walks down the Dalton Academy gardens. Partly because the flower beds covered with all kinds of roses and tulips reminded him of his mothers back at their house in Westerville but also because the peace and quiet around him made him calmer. It was mid-April, the sun was shining high above him and the birds were chirping their cheery tune. But that wasnt the only tune Blaine heard. Faintly in the distance he heard someone singing a melodious tune he did not recognize. He followed the voice because he had no other choice, it was like the voice beckoned him closer to its source. Like a siren luring her prey.

He eventually arrived at an open space at the back of the gardens where he had never been before. He knew this place existed but it just seemed so... boring to come here. There was nothing there, not even a bench to sit on. There was only a tree there, a weeping willow if Blaine remembered well. And there, in the middle of that open space, sat a boy on the soft evergreen grass lounging against the tree. He didnt seem to notice Blaine as he had his eyes closed so Blaine came closer, careful not to be too loud to startle the boy.

The boys voice was absolutely wonderful, he could catch higher notes than Blaine could and normally that would bother Blaine. But not now, now there was no jealousy. In fact, he was admiring the boy and his voice.

After a few small baby steps closer Blaine stood in front of him, looking over him with a thoughtful expression on his face, almost studying him. Suddenly the boy stopped singing and blinked one eye open before fully opening both of his eyes, beautiful and bright blue blinking up at Blaine in confusion. ‘Oh, I wondered why it became even more dark, the boy chuckled, a melodious sound that made Blaine melt from the inside out, ‘I didnt know there was someone else using this as a hiding place.

The boy was beautiful, just like his voice. He had chestnut hair that was perfectly coiffed but still sort of jumpy every time he moved his head the slightest bit, a tall and lean porcelain skinned body which made Blaine think of him as an angel, pink-reddish lips contrasting with the white of his skin surrounding it and blue eyes even a trained lifesaver could not prevent you from drowning in.

‘Sorry, Blaine said, finally regaining his ability to speak and smiling down at him, ‘for sneaking up at you. I didnt mean to disturb you but I heard you singing so I, uh, thats kind of why Im here. Im Blaine. Blaine Anderson, He extended his hand for the boy to shake.

‘Kurt Hummel, he smiled back, reaching up and grabbing Blaines hand and shaking it.

When they let go of each others hand, Blaine shifted his weight from foot to foot a bit nervously. ‘Hey, you sing really wonderful and I was wondering which song you were singing, Blaine eventually sat down cross-legged next to Kurt who didnt even bother to move.

‘Oh, thank you, Kurt said, blushing at the compliment, ‘Its "Nans Song" by Robbie Williams. Why do you want to know, stranger?

‘Because of the lyrics, Blaine shrugged, ‘They are beautiful.

‘I know, Kurt said, ‘he wrote this after his grandmother died. I love the message this song brings. Why are you so interested?

‘The lyrics made me think about my grandmother, Blaine said, voice cracking on the last word while he was fiddling with the sleeve of his shirt.

Kurt sat up. ‘And how is that? he asked.

Blaine swallowed and started talking, hurt overtaking his voice: ‘She passed away when I was eleven. Heart attack. I was with her when it happened and I couldnt even save her. She was the only one who ever accepted who I am, Kurt. He felt the tears spring in his eyes but damnit he was not going to cry in front of this beautiful boy.

‘Im so so sorry, Kurt whispered, but there is nothing you probably couldve done. You were eleven years old, dont feel guilty about it.

‘Its okay, Blaine sniffed, ‘and I know I shouldnt feel guilty but I just miss her like crazy. I wish she could be here right now to spend my birthday with me, she never missed any of them. He closed his eyes and he silently cursed that one tear that spilled down his cheek.

‘Hey, Kurt said as he saw Blaine wiping away his tears. He shuffled closer to Blaine and hesitantly put a hand on his arm, making Blaine look up at him but he didnt flinch away at the touch. ‘Is-is this okay? Kurt asked and the corners of his mouth twitched up in a tiny, wavering smile when Blaine slowly nodded. ‘Dont cry, your grandmother wouldnt want you to cry after all these years. Especially not on your birthday.

Blaine sniffed even more, curling in on himself a bit. ‘I cant help it, he whispered miserably.

‘Its okay, Kurt carefully wrapped his arms around Blaine and then looked for any signs of discomfort but stopped looking for them when Blaine sagged against him.

‘Kurt? he asked softly and continued when Kurt looked down at him, waiting for him to continue, ‘Could you maybe sing that song for me, please?

‘Of course, Kurt smiled and started off where Blaine had interrupted him earlier.

I miss your love I miss your touch
But Im feeling you every day
And I can almost hear you say
Youve come a long way baby

And now you live in heaven
But I know they let you out
To take care of me

Blaine pulled back a little out of Kurts hold and watched him intently; his watery eyes following the way Kurts lips moved with every word he sang, the twinkle in Kurts eyes, the way Kurt relaxed when he sung. Absolutely stunning.

The song trailed off again when Kurt saw Blaine looking up at him in complete awe, his eyes roaming over Kurt, his jaw half-slack and drying tear streaks on his face. ‘What? Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head to shake away the thoughts of slowly undressing Kurt and placing small, gentle kisses over every inch of skin hed uncover. He quickly shuffled away from Kurt a bit. ‘Sorry, I didnt mean to stare. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, he rambled.

‘It doesnt matter, Kurt smiled, ‘Are you, um, how do I put this-

‘If you want to ask me if Im gay then yes, yes I am gay, Blaine chuckled at the blush on Kurts cheeks.

‘Right, Kurt laughed, ‘I couldve known since my gaydar was beeping since you came here. I just wanted to make sure.

‘Is it that obvious? Blaine asked and looked down at his outfit before frowning. There was nothing wrong with his light blue button-up, pants that had legs that barely reached his ankle, light purple socks and boat shoes, was there? ‘Is it the shirt? he eventually asked.

Kurt chuckled and looked over Blaines complete outfit. ‘Well yeah, that, and the way you were mentally undressing me while I was singing.

Now it was Blaines turn to blush. This guy is good, he thought. ‘Um, mentally undressing you? I-I was just admiring your singing, he stuttered.

‘Yeah, probably, Kurt said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘Hey, so how old are you turning today, birthday-boy? Kurt propped his head on his hands.

‘Eighteen, Blaine whispered, swallowing around the small lump forming in his throat. God, why couldnt he just talk about this like a normal person instead of a crybaby?

‘Congratulations, Kurt said and slightly bumped his elbow in Blaines ribs, making him choke out a sad chuckle, ‘But you dont sound too happy.

‘No, not really, Blaine sighed, ‘God, we only just met and Im already spilling my miserable life story to you. Im sorry, this was probably not what you wanted to spend your afternoon on.

‘Its fine really, Kurt said and placed a hand on Blaines shoulder, ‘Look around, I wasnt really spending my afternoon on anything after all as you can see.

Blaine looked around and saw that Kurt didnt have a bag or a phone or really anything with him. He remembered what Kurt had said about his "hiding space" and realized that Kurt was right, he just came here to be alone.

Blaine roamed his fingers through his curly hair, he had taken a shower before he went for that walk and didnt put any product in it. Of course, if he had known that hed meet a cute boy on his afternoon walk, he wouldve at least tried to tame a few of his curls. ‘I should probably go, he mumbled, ‘I have annoyed you with my misery for long enough.

‘You dont have to go, Kurt said. He didnt want Blaine to go, in fact, he wanted Blaine to spend the rest of his life with him.

But sadly, that was impossible.

‘I mean, youre not annoying me, Kurt added quickly. There was a moment of silence before he asked: ‘Maybe we can celebrate your birthday? Just the two of us.

No, Kurt, I dont want to celebrate anything actually, Blaine shook his head, ‘Thank you for the kind offer but I dont want you spend your day with a loser like me.

Blaine, I suggested it. Doesnt that make you think that I maybe want to spend my day with you?

‘Oh, Blaine breathed out, eyebrows shooting up in realization.

Kurt snickered. ‘And if you dont want to celebrate anything, which is perfectly fine by me, we can also just get to know each other better if you want to, he continued. Here? Around ten-ish tomorrow?

Okay, Ill be here, Blaine said while getting up. There was no way he was going to say no to getting to know Kurt better.

Great, Kurt smiled up at Blaine, Then Ill see you tomorrow.

‘See you tomorrow. Blaine slowly walked away from Kurt, actually not wanting to go but he really needed some time to get the fact that oh my gosh that boy is smoking hot.

He turned around to see Kurt one more time. He was laying in the grass, looking up at the sky just like before Blaine had discovered him. Like nothing had happened. Blaine smiled before turning on his heel and walking away. The walk back to his dorm was pretty long since he had a room in the far left corner, close to the entrance. After making his way through the whole building and waving at some of his classmates, he unlocked his door, walked into his room and sagged happily against the door after he closed it.

He took off his shoulder bag and threw it on the bed before shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack before wandering to his bed to sit down next to his discarded bag. He smiled, letting himself fall back into the mattress.

He roamed his hand through his hair again and pulled a few strands to proof to himself that no, he wasnt dreaming this whole thing. He giggled, remembering the way Kurt had smiled up at him on the grass. His voice so calm and serene and beautiful.

*****

Kurt had hoped Blaine was beautiful but he never knew he was going to be drawn into the hazel brown eyes of the toned, young man. Blaines laugh was more angelic and heartwarming than he thought it would be and he could swear that the tiny crow feet around his eyes when he laughed were the cutest thing Kurt had ever seen.

Blaine was the only boy ever who made Kurt feel this way; butterflies flying around in his stomach ready to burst out, drifting away on Cloud 9 and giggling like an idiot at the memory of what had happened before. But he knew nothing could happen between him and Blaine. He was a ghost, a spirit, a non-existent person who was bound to break Blaines heart at some point.

And he hated himself for it.

Kurt felt like he had changed after meeting Blaine. It made him think about his father who had lost his only son. Would his father have felt like Blaine back then? Helpless? Powerless? Guilty?

He shuddered at the thought of his father. He had loved him with all his heart and his father had been the last thing on his mind before he died.

Who will take care of him now? Maybe if I fight just that bit more I can stay with him. I dont want to leave my dad alone. Please dont make me leave him, he has nobody else...

Flatline.

* a few hours later *

It was midnight and Blaine still hadnt tried to actually go to sleep. Sometimes his mind would drift off to sleep only to be awakened by a tiny voice in his head asking "You love Kurt, dont you?" and then hed start a whole quiet discussion with himself inside of his head.

"Of course I dont love Kurt, we only just met."

"Dont fool yourself, Blaine. Do you love him or do you love him not?"

"I dont love him... Okay, maybe I do. Just a little bit."

"Are you sure?"

"Okay, I love him a lot. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"Now youre talking..."

He sighed, turning over onto his stomach and reaching underneath his pillow for the red notebook he hid there. He had written "My Diary" with a black marker on it and now he decided it was the stupidest thing he couldve ever done because if someone stole his diary (which would be unlikely since Blaine moved that diary around his dorm a lot, he remembered putting it in the fridge because he was afraid of someone stealing it and reading his deepest thoughts and secrets), everyone would know its Blaines and god knows what rumours he will be hearing about himself then.

He opened the book on the same page he had written on earlier this evening. To his own surprise he had written almost a full page while the others were mostly just a couple of short sentences briefly describing his days but this, this had to be remembered in the most vivid way possible and that meant he had to write down all the details he wanted to remember. Which were a lot.

Dear diary,
I thought today would be an ordinary day just like the rest but it turned out to be so much better! It started off pretty lame (as always) but this afternoon the most magical thing happened. Or should I say: the most magical meeting happened? Anyway, it was a boy. Not just a boy... A mysterious boy. Kurt Hummel. There is something about him that I just cant figure out. Ive never seen him around before and I wouldve remembered him if I did. Maybe I saw him in a flash and forgotten about him but that would be unlikely since hes gorgeous! But anyway, I am probably going crazy because of him. He has this beautiful voice that everyone needs to hear at least once or twice... I just want to hear it all the time! And he himself looked like he had just gotten down from Heaven! He looked magnificent in his skinny black jeans (I wished I couldve taken those off right there and then), his dark purple button-up (which I wanted to rip from his chest) and with his hair done up like that. Oh, and he has the most gorgeous blue eyes and a blinding smile! I dont know how I couldve forgotten about those because they were actually the only two things I was focusing on during our whole conversation. He was also singing this song that chilled me to the core. I think it was "Nans Song", I have to look it up sometime. Today was the first time I talked about Granny since she passed away. I dont know what it is but I just feel like I can trust Kurt. Hes so kind and he listens to me for a change. Did I already mention that Kurt and I are going to meet again tomorrow? I dont even know what Im going to wear yet! I also cant believe I met Kurt for the first time looking like Borat with those ugly curls, ugh! I need to gel them down tomorrow, I dont want to traumatize Kurt with them. I think Id better go to sleep now, I want to be fully rested since Ill be meeting Kurt again. Ive never been this excited in my life! This was by far the best way I couldve spent my eighteenth birthday, even without Granny.

He grabbed the pen from his nightstand and added one single sentence.

P.S. I think I might be falling in love. ♥