Blaine shuddered as he opened his eyes slowly. He studied his surroundings carefully, trying to decipher his exact location. Analyzing the calm atmosphere, he noticed the complete paleness and unfamiliarity of everything. Surrounding him like a box, white was the only color he could see. Minus the blooming meadow situated just to the right of him. Staring questionably towards the lively flowers and beautiful, radiant sunshine, he was entirely clueless in where he may be. The only idea that had struck him was that he was in Heaven, because that's what it had felt like. There was a sweet serenity, a light and airy feeling overwhelmed his body. It was a mix between a lucid image and yet so very blurry at the same time. No image was sharpened to clarity, but strongly defined enough so that he could see everything around him. Surely he must be dead.

"Am I dead?" Blaine whispered to himself, trying to get to his feet--If he even still had his legs. Blaine looked down to his lower half and noticed that he did indeed still have his entire body, pieced together normally. While staring down, he realized that he most definitely was floating on some aerodynamic surface. Not a plane, not a hot air balloon, something less realistic. More like a cloud, although that was physically impossible. Yep, he was definitely dead. He wondered how his life had come to an end, what sort of tricky fate played with his death.

"No," came an high-pitched, gentle voice from behind him. The tone was soft and touching, just above a whisper. "You're dreaming." They said, and Blaine whipped his head around to stare at the person. Except, they--he wasn't really a person.

It was most definitely an angel of some sort, or a ghost. Either way it was a supernatural creature. In fact, it was a stunningly gorgeous angel, painted with a delicate and cherubic face. Disappointingly he lacked wings and the traditional halo. Despite urban legend, he looked no different from a normal person.

"I'm-what?" Blaine questioned, and the figure walked closer to his body. Strangely, Blaine wasn't scared. He knew that this person couldn't and most definitely wouldn't hurt him. After all, none of this was occurring for real, it was purely imagination. It was all crafted by his lively creative mind, forced into a blissful dream.

"You're going to wake up now," He whispered, kneeling down in front of Blaine. He held his tight gaze with his bashful, crystal blue eyes. The figure touched Blaine's olive cheeks carefully, as if trying to determine if he was real too. "Goodbye." He fare-welled, nodding his elf-like head at Blaine.

"What's your name!?" Blaine called out in panic, fearing that he'd never see him again. He could slowly feel himself drifting into consciousness, awaiting the angel's response.

"Kurt." He said, a hushed tone that Blaine could barely make out, and suddenly he was gone, as if he was never really there. But Blaine knew he had been there, he had saw him, even if it was a dream.

Blaine could feel himself transforming back to his real existence, the cool white clouds had faded along with the beautiful angel--Kurt. Weren't all angels supposed to be beautiful? Blaine questioned, but immediately forgot his answer by choice.

Kurt had ultimately vanished in the thin air, and he was suddenly back into his bland bedroom at home. Unfortunately, the sun was just rising in time for school, his alarm clock  was beeping loudly next to him. With a frustrated sigh at the thought that this stupid thing made him awake from that wonderful dream, he knocked the alarm to snooze roughly. 

He wondered briefly what exactly Kurt was. Who he was. Was he really an angel? Of course he was an angel, there was nothing else he could possibly be. Or was he just made up by Blaine's dreaming mind? Somewhere, a few gears turned in the back of his head. Something about the name, his name: Kurt, recollected memories. Something about a murder of some kind, but oddly his mind prevented Blaine from thinking deeper. He got up willingly to shower, by the time he got to school he had forgotten about his newly assigned dreamer status. But deep in the back of Blaine's head, he knew this wasn't the last time he'd dream of Kurt, the beautiful and gentle angel with the piercing green and blue eyes.