“Your home?  Excuse me, but I paid to be here so if you don’t mind I’d like to take a quick nap before dinner.”  Blaine looked at him with an amused expression, and before Kurt could apologize for being so snappy due to his fatigue, he vanished.

Kurt kicked his shoes off with a huff and began hanging up his clothes.  Being tired was no excuse for treating his clothes poorly, especially when Kurt’s clothes were designer and very expensive.  (Although he knew how to hit sales so really they weren’t that expensive.)

As Kurt finished hanging his sweaters and moved onto folding his skinny jeans into the dresser, he heard a chuckle behind him.  He whipped around and saw Blaine looking curiously into his closet. “Why do you have so many clothes?”

Kurt didn’t know what to say as no one had ever asked him that.  Well, at least no one dead.  They usually force him to do what they want by yelling or threatening his family.  He decided to shrug and said, “Why not?”

Blaine laughed again, but with more volume and Kurt couldn’t help but smile.  It was a beautiful laugh, infectious really.

“Umm, I’m sorry about yelling, I’ve been on the road all morning, and uhh, I’m Kurt.”  He held out his hand, hoping Blaine would see it as a peace offering.  Blaine stepped forward with no hesitation and gripped Kurt’s hand, shook it once, and then tugged it towards him in wonderment.

“Wow, I haven’t felt anything in so long, how is your hand so soft?” Kurt jerked back when Blaine lifted his hand to his cheek, but his grip was stronger than Kurt expected and he found himself tumbling towards the ground.  That is until Blaine had reached down and stopped him, pulling him up into his embrace.

Kurt could feel his entire face burning, but Blaine didn’t seem to notice as he asked if he was okay.  Kurt nodded shakily, very aware that Blaine’s arms were still wrapped around him. He was the first boy who had ever touched him like that, alive or dead.

Blaine finally seemed to notice Kurt’s blush, so he helped him stand, his ever color changing eyes clouded with concern. “You sure you’re alright?”  Kurt nodded again and then sank down onto the bed, closing his eyes and thinking.  There were so many questions he wanted to ask Blaine, like who are you, where are you from, why are you still a spirit, and can I help you move on?  But something stopped him.  He didn’t know if it was the accepting look on Blaine’s face, or the fact that he hadn’t asked for Kurt’s help.

When he sat up again Blaine was gone.  Confused, but relieved to have a minute for himself, Kurt changed out of his travel clothes and put on some nice sweats to take a nap.  He knocked out within minutes from laying his head down, his mind swirling around the image of Blaine in his black old fashion slacks and white button up t-shirt, which just so happened to have a couple buttons undone on the top.  Just enough so Kurt could see a little chest hair, not that he had been looking.  It was just an observation.

When Kurt woke up an hour later, Finn was banging on his door saying it was six.  Kurt jolted out of bed, scrambling to throw together an outfit.  After five minutes of Finn banging and Kurt running around the room, he flew into the hallway, his hands still messing with his hair.

“Dude, we’ve been waiting forever, I’m starving,” Finn said as he took long strides towards the elevator. 

“For the record it is only 6:05 and you are always starving.  Where are my dad and Carole?”

“Downstairs, they wanted to meet us there so they could get a table.”  Kurt nodded and slid into the elevator.  Just as the doors closed, Blaine popped up next to him, “Hey Kurt, where are you going?”

Kurt looked up to see Finn texting someone, probably Rachel, silently thanking that he didn’t notice him jump five feet in the air, “Dinner, and don’t do that, you scared me to death. No offense.”

Blaine laughed again, a loud booming laugh that was really quite adorable.  Not that Kurt liked Blaine, he’s dead for goodness sake, “What do you want Blaine?” He whispered, peeking at Finn, hoping he wouldn’t see him talking to the wall.

“Do I need a reason to leave my home?” Blaine countered, walking through Finn out the door before it had slid open.  Kurt sighed and pulled a shivering Finn towards the restaurant.

“Kurt man, did you feel that chill in the elevator?  Freaky stuff.” Kurt agreed and saw Blaine giggling beside him.

They emerged onto the street and Kurt was shocked at how many people were wandering about, alive and dead.  When ghosts appear to him they are the age that they died, but their injuries have vanished.  That’s why a victim of a car accident doesn’t a bloody gash on their face, or Blaine looked healthy, besides the creepy glow on his skin of course.  Really that’s the only way Kurt can tell the dead apart from the alive is the faint glow, almost translucent on their skin.  And the way they walk through things, but that’s irrelevant.

He kept his head down, trying his best not to look at any of them, because if one knew he could see them, they might never leave him alone.  Blaine must have realized this because he was keeping a pretty safe distance ahead of them.  But when one ghost stopped in front of him, he couldn’t help but look into her eyes; she grabbed onto his shirt and screamed into his face, “Help me please! Help me.” Kurt didn’t know what to do.  Finn was looking at him with a confused look on his face, but before he could decide what to do, Blaine was there, grabbing the woman and telling her to leave him alone.

He didn’t have time to thank him since Finn had started walking again and had such long legs, but Kurt looked over his shoulder, throwing Blaine a grateful look.

“What took so long?” Burt grunted as they sat for dinner.

“Kurt’s hair.”  Finn responded and Carole laughed her tinkling laugh.

Kurt shrugged under his father’s gaze and spent the rest of the meal ignoring the voices and picturing Blaine as a knight in shining armor.  This could not be healthy.  There was no way he could be getting a crush on a ghost.  It would never work, and once he helped him cross over, he’d never see him again.

This was dangerous, and when he returned to his room that night, Blaine was sitting at the windowsill staring at the moon.  Kurt’s stomach was doing flips, and he knew it wasn’t from the salad.