Kurt swallowed heavily, trying to remember how to actually form words for a minute. A weak "Thank you" was all he could come up with upon the realization he'd just had. Blaine just laughed again, unknowingly making the situation even worse for Kurt. How was he supposed to seem articulate with that laugh ringing in his ears?

"You don't have to thank me. It's the truth. Your voice sounds amazing and if anyone is going to make it on Broadway, it's you."

Kurt just grinned at him, wondering if his smile was broad enough to be considered weird already. "You're not so bad yourself. Did you ever even entertain the idea of becoming a performer when..." He stopped himself just in time. Most ghosts didn't really appreciate it when they were reminded of the fact that they were dead.

"You mean when I was still alive?" Blaine asked, smirk in place. "Not really. I mean, I hoped that that might be an option some time but my father was rather insistent that I should take up law. Though I honestly could see myself going for teaching, too."

Kurt smiled at him, not sure if he should dare to venture any further. In the end he figured that Blaine could still refuse to answer his question if it hit too close to home. He was pretty sure they could find a different topic without Blaine storming off indignantly if it came down to it.

"What happened? I mean, judging by your looks you hardly died of age. You don't have to answer me if I'm making you uncomfortable, I'm just curious."

Blaine sighed but smiled back nonetheless. Kurt took that as a good sign.

"It's not exactly a happy story. To sum it up, I went to the Sadie Hawkins Dance at my high school with the only other out gay guy I knew and they beat us up in the parking lot as we were waiting to be picked up. They took things a little too far and next thing I knew I was here and a ghost."

Kurt wanted so badly to reach out and just pull Blaine into a hug and make that tortured expression on his face disappear. But he wasn't sure how much physical contact was comfortable with - most ghosts didn't like it too much since it meant a bit of effort on their part - so he kept his hands to himself and just continued talking in an attempt to maybe change the topic and lighten the mood a bit.

"So you went to McKinley? I didn't know they had a Sadie Hawkins Dance here."

"No, I didn't go to McKinley. I'm not even sure what I'm doing here. If anything I'd have expected to haunt my old school but for whatever reason I ended up here instead. I can only guess that it has something to do with whatever mission will help me move on," Blaine sighed, not looking all too enthusiastic.

"Don't you want to move on?" Kurt asked. He'd heard of ghosts who refused to leave this life, no matter how little they could partake in it after their deaths.

"I'm not sure. I never really got a closure with my parents and my brother. I guess I could have gone see them at some point but I never really felt like I was ready to go. God, that sounds really pathetic, doesn't it?" Kurt absolutely hated that self-deprecating laugh that escaped Blaine's gorgeous lips.

"It's not. If you don't mind me asking, when did you die?" He really hoped it wasn't the 1950s. As much as he liked Blaine's gentlemanly sides he didn't really think he'd be able to deal with that. Also, it would ruin every chance of Blaine getting that closure with his family he craved so much, if his longing expression was any indication.

"I've been here for ten years. And I still have no clue what I have to do to move on. I mean, I get along with Rachel and Sebastian and it's not like I desperately want to leave them behind..."

"But you'd love to never see this school full of ignoramuses again?"

Blaine just chuckled weakly at that, flashing a shy smile at Kurt that was too gorgeous for words. "If you put it like that. It sums it up it pretty well, actually."

"Well, I already offered Rachel and I'm going to offer you now. If you want to I could help you finding out what it is you have to do to move on. That's what a medium is for, after all," Kurt tried his best to sound nonchalant and not at all like he was dreading the very idea of Blaine leaving this world and thus Kurt behind. It turned out he shouldn't have bothered in the first place since Blaine was too busy pulling him into a rib-crushing hug to analyze his expression. Kurt wanted to cry over the feeling of warmth and belonging and home Blaine's arms around him provided.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. It would mean so much to me if you're okay with it," he whispered in Kurt's ear and all Kurt could do was suppress the delicious shiver running up his spine and nod jerkily to show that he'd heard him.

If he'd thought he was in trouble before he had been blissfully oblivious to the actual definition of ‘trouble'.