Kurt didn't see Blaine again that afternoon. He did his nightly moisturizing routine humming something or another and sneaking glances towards his windowsill. It wasn't that he liked Blaine, but his presence was beginning to feel comforting. He set his phone alarm and climbed under his covers, silently hoping for another good night's rest.

He apparently didn't pray hard enough because sure enough he was woken a couple hours later to shrieking. He saw the woman from his bedroom back home crying and throwing things around, while Blaine trailed after her, trying to calm her down. If they weren't ghosts Kurt was sure they would have woken up the entire floor.

"You said you'd help me! You swore! You swore! And then you skipped town, but I found you!" Kurt jumped out of bed reaching for her.

"I didn't run, I'm on vacation! I know I promised, I'm sorry, I told you not to come in the middle of the night! Stop and listen please!" She hesitated for just long enough, "Can you just tell me calmly what you need and I can see what I can do."

"It's my children. They're fighting over my will. I wrote one years ago, but I have an updated version hidden in my bedroom. They need the updated version or none of them will get anything. The old one lists my ex-husband, he's taken everything, and my kids have nothing. PLEASE, help them." Kurt nodded and was about to ask their names when she suddenly vanished from the spot.

"How am I supposed to help her if she won't tell me how to find them?" Kurt asked in frustration, not realizing that Blaine was there.

"I don't know, Kurt. I'm sorry. I tried to stop her. A mother worried about her children is usually a hard ghost to control." Blaine's eyes were downcast and he looked like a defeated puppy.

"No, Blaine, it's alright. I've met her before, I don't expect anything from you. The fact that you even tried to help and that you've been keeping others away is more than I could have ever thought to ask for." He was hesitant, but Blaine seemed to respond well to touch, so Kurt reached out and put his hand on Blaine's upper arm in comfort.

"Kurt." There was so much emotion in the way Blaine said his name just then and Kurt thought he could melt into Blaine's arms and be happy forever, "You should go back to sleep. I'll do better I promise."

Kurt shrugged, "I'm already awake, did you want to, uhh talk or something, get to know each other?"

"I'd love that. If you're not too tired." Blaine's concern for Kurt was making him soar, it was so real, so endearing.

"Please Blaine, I spent three years going to high school running on just two hours of sleep, I can afford to be awake now." He didn't mean to make Blaine's face fall, but it didn't stop Blaine from looking horror stricken. It was as if he had kicked the puppy. Blaine had a lot to learn about Kurt's sarcasm, and he hoped that he could be with him long enough to get to that point.

Kurt shrugged off Blaine's sadness and sat in the middle of his bed cross-legged, beckoning Blaine. He glided over and landed in front of Kurt, mirroring him.

"Did you want to play the question game?" Blaine's look of confusion was enough to let Kurt know he had much to teach this ghost, "Uhh, we just ask each other questions about our lives and answer honestly."

Blaine nodded enthusiastically, "I would love that."

"Where did you grow up?" Kurt asked, unable to hide his smile at Blaine's excitement.

"Here, this hotel used to be a boarding house; my dad owned it and we rented it out for others to stay. This was my room."

"Really? That's cool! Your turn." Blaine smiled again, and then his face twisted like he was thinking. Kurt wasn't thinking about how cute his sideburns were. And the way this one curl kept bouncing around. And Kurt definitely wasn't picturing twirling it around in his finger.

"Who's your closest friend?"

"Mercedes Jones. We've known each for years but we became best friends when we joined Glee Club together two years ago."

"What's Glee Club?" Kurt smiled but shook his head.

"It's my turn to ask a question." Blaine looked shocked, but then laughed loudly, his smile all teeth.

"What did you want to do with your life? You know, before you, uhh died."

"I was meant to take over my father's business. That was why I was born."

"Well, what did you want to do?" Kurt asked, leaning forward towards Blaine.

The corners of Blaine's mouth lifted and he leaned towards Kurt too and then whispered, "It's my turn to ask a question." Kurt laughed and mock-hit Blaine, who pretended to be hurt, clutching his arm and falling onto the bed, his head in Kurt's lap. Kurt wondered if this was how flirting was supposed to be, all giggling and touching.

Kurt's breath caught in his throat as he made eye contact with Blaine. Blaine was still, staring back, unspoken words of attraction sparking between them. The feeling of Blaine's hair tickling his ankles, his hazel eyes light and fun, his mouth parted open, breath going in and out, even though he no longer needed to breath. But then Blaine's eyebrows raised and he started to sit up.

"Uhh, sorry. I'll let you get back to sleep." Before Kurt could say no or he wasn't tired, Blaine was gone. Feeling sad and dejected, Kurt curled into a ball, Blaine's smell of cinnamon and Ash wood still strong. Blaine didn't want him. Kurt had imagined the flirting. Blaine was disgusted by Kurt's crush, and Kurt fell asleep above the covers wondering if Blaine would ever come back.

He didn't see Blaine standing against the bedpost watching him, his own face a mask of insecurities. He didn't know that Blaine was picturing a boy about Kurt's age from the past. A boy who had been his own down fall, the reason he was dead, the reason for his murder.