“Kurt no,” Blaine’s pain filled eyes widened as Kurt pulled him to the window. “No.”

“We jump or we wait until we either burn to death or the house collapses and crushes us,” The door groaned loudly. “He have to.” 

“Just wait,” He gasped, shaking. “Just wait someone will come.”

The door gave one last shudder before splitting down the middle and letting the flames creep into the room. 

“Help!” Kurt shouted out to the street where he could see shocked neighbors crowding. “Please someone.”

“Fire truck is on its way!” A man called out, voice barely audible above the fire. 

“We don’t have time,” Kurt mumbled, feeling the floor begin to sag under them. “Blaine we have to jump now.” 

“We’ll die,” Blaine turned wide eyes towards his boyfriend. “We can’t.”

With another deep breath, heat burning his lungs, Kurt kicked more glass out of the way. He grabbed Blaine’s hand tightly and squeezed. 

“Together,” He whispered as the floor sagged further. 

“Together.”

They climbed out of the window, glass cutting into their arms. Squeezing hands again, they both pushed off and fell as the floor gave way to the fire below. 

The moment Blaine hit the ground was too much and he passed out almost instantly. He didn’t even hear his bones break or his boyfriend’s scream of pain as his leg shattered. 

Kurt tried to sit up but at the sight of his unnaturally twisted leg he fell back again. Panting, he shifted over to take Blaine’s limp hand. He weakly squeezed it and his vision faded as he heard the screaming of sirens and panicked voices of the neighbors running towards them. 

”Hi.”

Kurt jumped and turned to see warm hazel eyes staring back at him. The boy motioned towards the plush armchairs and took a seat in one.

“Would you like some tea?” He asked, filling a delicate looking cup with steaming tea. “It’s raspberry green tea. Not my personal favorite but it’s nice.”

“Who are you?” Kurt looked around, noticing that beyond the armchairs and coffee tables it was all white nothingness. “Am I dead?”

“We haven’t met yet,” The boy smiled, looking eerily like Blaine in that moment. “My name is William.”

“Oh my God,” Kurt sank into the armchair and stared at the other boy. 

“I’m not going to take a lot of your time,” William sipped his tea. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be here anyway.”

“So…am I dead?”

“No, no you’re not,” He smiled kindly. 

“Is Blaine dead?” Kurt’s voice hitched. 

“No,” William shook his head and laughed to himself. “Blaine…Blaine is hurt. It’ll take a lot and he wont be the same. However, he is strong. You two will get past this horror and be stronger because of it.”

“So…can you see the future or something?” Kurt winced at his own words. “Is that how you know that?”

“Kurt,” William laughed. “I don’t need to be able to see the future to see that you two make each other better and stronger.”

“And we will continue to fight him,” Kurt tightened his hold on his tea cup. 

“He’s gone,” William let out a trembling breath. “Blaine destroyed the pocket watch and the house is no more. Our souls were trapped in those items. As long as they were still around we were still here. Evil can exist in the smallest things. In things that may seem insignificant. My father thought he could be clever hiding us in something so small but you found it.”

William blinked away tears, smiling broadly. 

“I can feel my presence on his earth fading with every moment,” William pressed his hands against his chest. 

“I’m sorry,” Kurt breathed.

“It’s okay,” William nodded enthusiastically. “Really. It’s okay. No one is meant to live life like this. To be nothing more than a shadow creeping in the darkness. I want to move on. I want to start anew.” 

“And your…your father?”

“He’s not going where we are,” William’s eyes flashed. 

“Thank you for your help. I don’t think we could have made it without you,” Kurt smiled at him, reaching forward to squeeze his arm. “Will you be okay?”

“I think so,” William nodded. “I’ll be free. I’ll be away from horror, pain, and death. That seems to be a pretty good existence for me. I don’t know if it’s heaven but I do know that it is peaceful and beautiful.” 

“It sounds nice,” Kurt smiled at the pure happiness on William’s face. 

“It will be,” William took a deep breath and stood. “I wish you and Blaine all the happiness.”

“You too,” Kurt nodded and William smiled back as white overwhelmed all of their senses. 

“Hey,” Kurt blinked away the white and stared up at his father’s concerned gaze. “Take it easy. You’re okay.”

He groaned at the sudden pain and felt his body jerk. Hands helped him move to the side as he threw up everything in his stomach. 

“Just breathe,” Kurt gasped and tears burned his eyes. “You’re on some pretty heavy duty pain killers kiddo.”

“What?” Kurt slurred and moved shaky hands to the heavy cast on his leg. 

“Blaine’s house caught on fire,” Burt soothed. “You both jumped out the window. You broke your leg in two places and fractured your hip but you are going to be just fine okay?”

“How is Blaine?” He asked, trying to turn.

“Why don’t you just rest,” Burt gently rubbed his back. 

“Where is Blaine?” Tears filled his eyes and he started panicking. “Where is Blaine? Is he okay? Is he alive?”

“He’s in surgery right now,” His father squeezed his shoulder. “He has a pretty bad concussion, more injuries to his side, a deep cut on his leg, broken ribs, a broken arm and a bruised throat. He’s going to be in a lot of pain and they are setting his arm now but he will be okay.”

“Thank God,” Kurt buried his face in his shaking hands. 

“What happened?” 

“I guess we fell asleep and the burner must have been left on,” Kurt would have felt bad about lying to his father but the relief still rushed through him. “When we woke up everything was in flames.”

“God,” Burt rubbed his back. “Thank God you’re alright.”

Kurt smiled and nodded, feeling himself floating on the cloud of pain medication. He heard someone speaking to his father and Burt saying goodbye before a hand gently shook him.

“Kurt?” He blinked awake to see Cooper smiling at him. “Blaine’s out of surgery. He’s going to be just fine.”

“He’s gone,” Kurt whispered.

“I know. The house is nothing but ash. The firemen are confused, apparently houses don’t burn down that fast normally,” Cooper ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. 

A laugh bubbled up Kurt’s throat and he found himself coughing weakly. 

“Here,” Cooper held a glass up to his lips. “I can fucking believe I left.”

“It was me,” Kurt took a deep breath. “He took over me. Most of Blaine’s injuries…I did.”

“We’ve talked about this,” Cooper said sternly. “Gallaway possessed you. You had no idea what happened and he used your body without your permission.”

“I saw everything,” Kurt shuddered. He remembered Blaine’s scared, pain filled eyes. He remembered how Blaine had screamed in pain and he remembered the echoing ache he felt in his own hand when he had beaten him. “I remember it all.”

“It’s over,” Cooper sat on the side of the bed. “I mean…it should be. We thought it was last time but…”

“It’s really over. I felt him die,” Kurt could still feel the excruciating pain and the strange sensation of something being forcibly removed from his body. 

“I’m sorry I left,” Cooper whispered. “I cant believe this happened.”

“Is Blaine okay?” Kurt turned towards him, seeing just how drawn and exhausted Cooper looked. 

“He will be,” A smile made his lips quirk. “You know Blaine, stubborn as can be.”

Kurt laughed softly and nodded, feeling the drugs pull him under again. He tried to sit up and groaned in pain. 

“Can…can you take me to his room?”

“I don’t know,” Cooper stood up. “Let me go ask.”

The haze made him feel like his head was filled with cotton and it flopped to the side as he felt the wheels unlock and the bed being rolled down the hall. The bed was pushed up against another one and Kurt blindly reached out for Blaine’s hand. 

“Thank you,” He mumbled to whoever was in the room. 

He smiled softly as he intertwined his fingers with Blaine’s and squeezed.