Blaine.

The name echoed in Kurt's head the rest of that night, haunting his dreams. It caused him to stir until his restlessness brought him out of his sleep.

Blaine.

He had never heard a name like that before and there was no way he'd come with that on his own, crazy or not. It all had to be happening. He turned onto his side, facing the wall. He felt the bed sag behind him, then a warm body press against him.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, hoping it wasn't Puck or Same playing some weird prank. They usually did when Finn had them stay over. But somewhere, deep down, he knew it wasn't either of them.

"Hi…did I wake you?" The voice was so clear, as if there truly was a person there. Blaine's voice was lovely, soft and sweet; almost like singing.

"Not at all." Kurt turned his body to face the voice. He knew it was crazy to, nothing would be there. Or so he thought. He was, in fact, looking into a face. The face was slightly translucent, but solid enough that Kurt could make out its features. Blaine had glowing hazel and green eyes that shone through the dark room. His eyes were framed by impossibly long lashes and accented by this dark eyebrows. His nose was long and drew a perfect line to a pair of pink, plump lips that Kurt knew were soft and talented. The lips were stretched back, forming a bright smile. On top of his head was amass of dark curls. Blaine's jaw was strong and complimented his long muscular neck. "You're actually here!"

Blaine let out a warm laugh, "I'm always actually here. You just never really looked at me, I guess."

"I'm sorry but I'm really confused here. Who are you? Why are you here? Why me? Why can I see you, hear you, feel you? And I know I'm asking a lot and I know I'm rambling. It's just… it's not that I don't appreciate our little moments together, trust me, I do, but I don't know when I'll get another chance for some real answers."

Blaine sat up, "I'm staying right here."

Kurt stood and faced him. "Ok first of all, are you a ghost?"

"No. To be a ghost you have to be dead. To be dead, you have to be alive first."

"Are you an angel?" Kurt felt stupid asking, but maybe his views on Heaven and after life were wrong.

"Well, thanks for the compliment, but no. I don't think those exist."

Maybe Kurt was crazy, he was talking to a non-ghost thing in the middle of the night. He might as well be talking to himself. He really was happy Finn's room and his Dad and Carole's room weren't right next to his. "Are you imaginary?'

"Do you want me to be?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" This is getting weirder by the second.

"Well, it seems the more you acknowledge me, want me, think about me, embrace me; the more I seem to exist. I guess if you wanted, you could just ignore me and I'd go away forever…"

Kurt sat there for a while, not really looking at one spot for too long. He really tried to process this. "Blaine, you being around is the closest I've ever felt to being wanted. The first time I ever felt attractive, sexy. And now, seeing you, talking to you, seeing the way you look at me, I just don't want to gain feelings for someone I'm not even sure is real."

"I understand." Blaine readied to leave before a voice stopped him.

"I thought you said you were staying?" Kurt was back in the bed, looking lost.

"For as long as you want me to." Blaine climbed back into the bed and wrapped himself around Kurt. Kurt began to fall asleep listening to the soft humming coming from his translucent bedmate.

"Blaine?" He whispered.

"Yes Kurt?"

"I don't want you to be imaginary."

"Me either Kurt, me either."