Moving had been difficult for him. His old school wasn't a healthy environment for him though, so he knew that moving closer to this all boys school, Dalton, would be a breath of fresh air.

'I'll find friends.' Blaine thought to himself, 'Everything will be okay.'

"Honey?" Lisa said, cutting off his train of thought.
He quickly turned around to see his mother standing in his doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed against her chest.
"Yeah mom?"
"You're father wants to know what you want for dinner?" She asked with a soft, relaxed voice.
"Why is he asking me? Since when does he care about my opinion?" Blaine mumbled as he began to unpack his clothes.
"Come on honey, don't be like this. Please."
"Like what mom?" Blaine looked back to her.
"You know Blaine, this is a fresh new start for all of us and we did this for you. Atleast be grateful." Lisa said sternly sending a wave of resentment through Blaine.
"You're right. Sorry mom." Blaine sighed and continued unpacking.
"Maybe we'll just order pizza...like we used to." She said while a hint of a smile in her voice.

Blaine could almost tell she was thinking about back when they were a real family. Before his father thought he was 'The Devil.'
He nodded silently. His mother sighed as she walked out of his room.

~

After dinner, everyone decided to go to bed early. They were all exhausted from unpacking all day.
Blaine didn't set his alarm, thankful that the next day was a Saturday.
He snuggled into bed and turned off the lamp on his bedside table, breathing deeply, trying to relax so could actually get some sleep.
Suddenly, he felt a light touch on his cheek.
He sleepily brushed his hand over his cheek, brushing it away.
Nothing.
He forgot about it until he could feel something starring at him from across the dark room. He snapped open his eyes.
Nothing.

He quickly flicked on the lamp. The room was empty and eerily quiet.
He suspiciously looked around the room.
"Hello?" He heard a small voice in his ear and felt hot breath hit against it.

Blaine jumped out of his bed and pressed his back against the wall nearest to the door.
"Who's there?" He shakily whispered. Silence filled the room. He looked around, "H-hello?" He whispered a little louder.
He put his hand to his chest and started to breath deeply again. His heart was pounding harder then ever before.
He lept across the room, landing on his bed, and covered his head underneath the bed spread.

"There's nobody here, there's nobody here, there's nobody here, there's nobody here." He quickly whispered to himself with his eyes sealed shut, "Just relax Blaine. Relax."
He felt the weight of a body sit down at the edge of his bed. He could've sworn his blood froze in that very moment.

Blaine slowly peaked out from the sheets.
"Holy...shit..." He said to himself.

A slim boy was sitting criss-cross applesauce at the foot of his bed.

"W-What the...who the hell are you?!" Blaine choked out as he quickly sat up in his bed.
The boy's expression fell sad. His glasz eyes filled with shimmering tears and his pale skin turned pink from the embarrassment within him.
"I knew I shouldn't have." He cried into his trembling hands.
Blaine automatically felt bad, "I-I'm sorry...don't cry?"
The boy kept softly crying into his hands.

"Please, tell me who you are?" Blaine asked again.
The boy looked up from his hands and sadly looked at Blaine.
"Don't be afraid of me, please?" He pleaded before slowly fading away.

Blaine's stomach dropped. Did he really just see someone disappear out of his room?
He looked around his room before laying back down in bed.

"Those eyes..." He mumbled to himself. He wasn't sure if he should be frightened or not. That boy was absolutely beautiful. His silky looking chestnut brown hair and his glowing porcelain skin.

Blaine didn't know why, but he wanted him to come back.

~

It had been almost a month since Blaine had seen the mysterious boy in his bedroom. He began to think it was all just some weird, vivid dream. That seemed to make the most sense anyway.

Daltom was going well. He had a few good friends and had joined the coolest acapella group ever.
Everything in life was good. Not perfect, but good.

His parents still barely talked to him and had left him home for two weeks while they were on a business trip together in Canada. Of course they would leave him behind.

About to get into bed, his phone buzzed.
'Restricted Number calling' read on the phone screen.
"Hello?" Blaine casually answered. There was silence on the other line.
"Hello? Anyone there?" Blaine looked at the phone screen, frowned, then brought it back to his ear, "Nice prank call." He hung up the phone as he rolled his eyes.
Right then, heard a crash coming from down stairs. His eyes widened.
He creeped down the hallway and quickly stumbled down the stairs in his 'ninja mode.'

"Who's there?" He called out, his hands in fists covering up his face. He curiously looked around and saw the home telephone on the floor.
He sighed with relief as he picked it up.
A soft ringing noise came from the phone, "Huh. That's weird, this phone just got hung up on..." Blaine's eyebrows furrowed together as he looked at the most recent call list on the phone.

His heart stopped when he saw '*67' plus his own phone number. Whoever just called him was inside the house.
"Shit!" He whispered and threw the phone down. He sprinted up the stairs, tripping over his own feet. He finally reached his room, slammed the door shut and locked it.
His heart was racing so quickly he could feel it thumping in his throat.

"What's happening?" He asked himself while running a shaky hand through his curls.

"I'm sorry." A voice softly said from behind Blaine.
He quickly spun around and almost fell backwards with terror.
"I just... wanted to talk without you having to see me, but I got too nervous and hung up." The boy said.
"You." Blaine said to himself then asked, "Who are you? Where are you coming from?"
"I...please don't freak out?" The boy shyly said.
Blaine nodded in response.
"I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel. I'm a...well... I'm a ghost."

Blaine starred at him in silence for a few moments in shock.
"Ghost?" He tried to laugh, "Ghost? Come on, you're not a-"
Kurt softly nodded with a smile.
Blaine's eyes widened, "Please. Don't hurt me."
"I swear it, I won't." Kurt said stepping closer. Blaine scooted back.
"Holy shit. I'm talking to a ghost." Blaine breathed in and out hard, "Oh my god."
"I know. It must be weird for you but...I'm actually pretty human. See?" Kurt said, gently placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine's heart began to beat a little faster.
He looked at Kurt's hand, then back up to meet his eyes.
"Okay." He gently smiled at Kurt who seemed to be glowing, "I have a ghost in my room. Cool!"
Kurt chuckled as a light blush spread across his pale cheeks. He quickly removed his hand from Blaine's shoulder.

"I don't understand though. This house is new, how are you here? Don't ghosts usually hang around at the place they died?" Blaine questioned.
Kurt's eyes saddened, "We don't need to talk about that now." He said backing away from Blaine.

"Hey, don't go." Blaine reached out for Kurt, "You don't have to tell me right now."
A light smile spread across Kurt's face, "Well, okay."
Blaine let out a small laugh, "How am I not freaking out right now?" He shook his head with wonder.
"I don't know but, I'm glad you're not. I've been lonely." Kurt sitting down next to Blaine on his bed.

"You know, you're pretty nice for a ghost." Blaine raised an eyebrow at him.
Kurt giggled, "Nice to hear that, Blaine right?"
"Yep."
"Where did the other ones go?"
"My parents? They went on some stupid business trip to Canada and left me here for two whole weeks. They hate me." Blaine said, talking so quietly Kurt had to lean in a bit closer.
"Oh...I bet they don't hate you but, I'm sorry." Kurt said with sympathy.
"Well atleast my dad does. Ever since he found out I was gay he-"
"You're gay?" Kurt said, perking up, "I mean...me too. Or used to be when I was alive I guess."
"Really?" Blaine said, his big hazel eyes meeting beautiful glasz eyes.

"I am. Yes." Kurt nervously laughed.
Blaine felt his heart flutter a little, "You know, I'm really glad that I have someone to talk to now."