Blaine wouldnt be home for a few more hours, and now that Kurt had made up his mind about telling him everything, he felt anxious to just get it over with. Luckily for him a distraction presented itself in the form of one Rachel Berry-Hudson. 

A knock pounded on the front door in a way that Kurt immediately knew could only come from Rachel. He got up and answered, his tiny friend strode in, talking a mile a minute as she hugged him in greeting.

"I am so glad youre home. I would have called first, but I didnt want you to say you were too busy." She said, a bottle of wine in one hand, and some kind of take-out in the other. "And I had to get out of my apartment!"

"You and Finn arent fighting are you?"

"No. We arent, but if I stayed there any longer, we would be. Kurt, things with my show are so stressful right now, and Finn tries to understand, but he doesnt always focus on me the way he should!"

"What was he doing instead of focusing on you?"

Rachel thrust the wine and food into Kurts hands, before she flipped her hair behind her shoulder. "I dont know... grading papers or something."

"So… his job?"

Rachel huffed and put her hands on her hips. "I know he has a legitimate reason to be distracted. Thats why I left, because I knew I shouldnt fight with him about it. Im trying Kurt."

Kurt smiled and refrained from rolling his eyes. Rachel really had grown up a lot, she would always be a diva, but Kurt could appreciate that. She was making a conscious effort not to make her acting career more important than Finns teaching career.

It was hard for her.

"So you decided to come bug me instead?" He said teasingly, going to the kitchen, setting the food on the counter, pulling down plates.

"I knew Blaine was out this evening and I brought food." Rachel said and crossed her arms. "What more do you want?"

"Well.. booze, and you took care of that too, so well done Rachel."

Rachel smiled triumphantly, grabbed two wine glasses, and started to pour as Kurt dished out the Sabji and rice Rachel had brought.

Kurt found that he enjoyed Rachels company much more that he had in High School. Of course in High School he had been too infatuated with Sebastian to really have time for anyone else.

Kurt secretly loved hearing all of Rachels show drama and he knew she equally enjoyed hearing all the gossip from FIT. She appreciated the drama of design school in a way that Blaine tried, but didnt really have the palate for.

Rachel was a perfect distraction from dwelling on his nightmares, with talk about life, their men, and the things they loved; like musicals, fashion, and their families. Kurt had actually stopped dwelling on his dreams, that is, until the evening took a drastic turn.

"Why are things with the show so stressful right now?" Kurt asked when they were almost finished with dinner and half a bottle of wine in. "It isnt just the ongoing feud with your understudy is it?"

Rachel sighed dramatically. "No. Its the director. His father passed away, so of course he has been busy with family, and the memorial. Meaning our schedule at the theater has been chaos."

"God, thats awful Rachel."

"I know! I mean we need him around to keep things in order!"

Kurt clenched his jaw to stop himself from snapping. "I mean about the directors father."

"Oh! Of course. It really is very sad. We are going to his wake on Monday." She grabbed her phone and pulled something up on it. "He was a director too back in his day." She said and tilted the screen towards Kurt; an obituary was pulled up with a picture of a gentleman probably in his sixties, Bald head and a salt and pepper goatee.

Kurt choked on his food and dropped his fork in his lap.

Rachel hit him a couple of times on the back. "Chew first!" She said, but Kurt was past paying attention to her. He grabbed the phone from her hands and enlarged the picture, before scrolling through the article.

"Howd he die?" He asked, heart beating against his chest.

"I..." Rachel looked at him oddly and continued. "Drunk driver I think. Ran a red light, hit his car."

Kurts hands started to shake as he looked back at the photograph. Kurt quickly thrust the phone back to Rachel with shaky hands.

"Kurt! Whats the matter?"

"I dont feel well all of a sudden." Kurt said, and it wasnt even a lie, he felt sick to his stomach. "Do you think we could call it a night?"

"Oh Kurt." Rachel cooed and quickly cleaned up the food as Kurt sat still as a statue on the couch.

"What do you need?" Rachel asked once everything was put away.

Kurt cleared his dry throat. "Nothing... Ill call you in the morning okay?"

Rachel kissed his forehead looking worried, “Well, rest up and drink lots of water.” 

Kurt nodded, not even focused enough to apologize for the abrupt end of their evening.

Before Rachel left, he saw her shooting off a quick text, and suspected it was too Blaine. They seemed to be in cahoots together when it came to looking out for him. Kurt couldnt mind really, knowing that Rachel had live through five years of Kurt being dead, and that Blaine had first met him as a ghost. They were allowed to be a little over-protective.

As soon as Rachel was gone, Kurt pulled his laptop back out, and looked up the name from the obituary online. There was an article about Phillip Bouchard in The Journal News using the same photograph Kurt recognized from his obituary. There was also a picture of a mangled white Lexus that had been totaled by a large black F150 truck. Kurt stared at the photograph and felt his heart pound in his chest.

The article talked about a young college student, who had been out drinking with friends when he speed through a red light, hitting Bouchards car,  killing him on impact.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." Kurt started to repeat as panic flared up in him. 

Kurt felt a cold shiver run down his spine and his hands wouldnt stop shaking. He closed his eyes and tried to keep calm, the food in Kurts stomach turning. He felt cold and scared as he sat frozen in front of his laptop.

A heard a noise behind him and yelped, jumping from the couch, dumping his computer on the floor. The front door opened and Kurt held his breath. Blaine came in and Kurt breathed out in relief. Of course it was Blaine.

Blaine hung his bag on the hook by the door, and then turned and smiled at Kurt, though his expression fell quickly.

"Whats wrong?" He asked immediately, walking into the living room and around the couch, quickly getting to Kurts side. Kurt sat down and gathered the laptop from the floor. Blaine sat beside him as Kurt looked back at the screen and then at Blaine who was looking at him intently. 

"Did Rachel text you to say I wasnt feeling well?" Kurt countered.

Blaine smiled apologetically. "She just likes to look after you. Its sisterly."

“I know.” Kurt said. “I… I'm not sick. It's just that I need to tell you something.”

Kurt watched as Blaine swallowed and the muscles of his jaw tensed. “I'm listening."

“The dreams I've been having. They are all the same kind of thing. They are all about death. I mean…” Kurt sighed and looked away from the intensity of Blaine's expression. “I dream every night about someone dying and the whole time I knew there was something more to it. I knew they weren't just dreams.” He looked back up and Blaine to find him watching Kurt closely. “That's why I didn't tell you, because I didn't want you mixed up in whatever is going on with me.”

Blaine scooted forward, sitting as close to Kurt as he could. “Kurt what you are mixed up in, I'm already mixed up in, if you tell me about it or not. If I was struggling with something, you'd want me to tell you, right?”

“Always.” Kurt answered immediately.

Blaine nodded. “What happened this evening? Rachel said you suddenly weren't feeling well?”

Kurt answered by silently passing the laptop over to Blaine.

Blaine spent a moment glancing over the screen, before looking up at Kurt with a puzzled expression. "Phillip Bouchard?"

"He is the father of Rachels director."

"Oh, I did hear hed passed away." The theater community was large, but they all mostly knew one another. "But I dont understand whats wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost.” Blaine stopped. “I mean, well you dont look well, and youre all jumpy. What does it have to do with Phillip Bouchard? Did you know him?"

"No, but I saw him die."

"You saw him die?" Blaine said voice suddenly high and worried. "Oh my god Kurt. How... I mean..." Blaine glanced down at the article. "This happened last week in the suburbs, what..." Blaine looked confused, his mind trying to piece things together. "What are you saying?"

Kurt didnt know how to say this, he didnt really understand it himself, so he just said it in a rush, "I dreamt about him dying in a car crash two days before his death."

Blaine opened his mouth to say something and then closed it again. The color drained from his face and he sat still on the couch. Kurt understood the feeling. His heart was pounding in his ears as Blaine sat silently beside him. Every moment that passed Kurt grew more anxious. Would Blaine believe him? Would he be afraid of Kurt?

God this could turn out so badly.

"Are you sure?" Blaine finally forced out.

"Yes, Im sure. I remember the dream. He was in a white Lexis and a pick-up t-boned him, and I know I dreamt it before it happened, because I was worried about losing sleep before my presentation at school on Wednesday." Kurt jabbed a finger at the screen “This happened on Thursday.”

Blaine looked at him, and his face was emotionless, but his eyes looked worried. Kurt just wanted to crawl into his brain right now and know what he was thinking.

"I think we should call Camille." Blaine said out of the blue.

That was not what Kurt had expected. "What? No. I dont want to tell anyone about this."

"But its Camille. Out of all people shed understand."

Kurt shook his head. "No. She has a connection with ghosts and peoples life force. It isnt the same."

"I know it isnt the same-" Blaine started, but Kurt interrupted him.

"You dont understand Blaine. Camille has a connection to life. And I..." Kurt swallowed as his throat filled with tears. "I have a connection with death. I... I dont want to tell anyone else about this. Not until I know this wasnt some weird, creepy coincidence.

"You arent connected to death." Blaine said, his voice soft and comforting, and his eyes sad. He reached up and cupped the back of Kurt's neck. “You aren't.”

"Blaine, I shouldnt even be alive." Kurt Blaines looked pained, but Kurt continued on. “I'm a freak.”

“No.” Blaine said firmly. “You're a miracle.”

Kurt wanted to roll his eyes at that, Blaine was always so sappy, but he actually loved that about Blaine most of the time. Instead he took a deep breath and fought back his tears 

"Please, I dont want to tell anyone. Not yet."

Blaine looked like he wanted to argue, but he shut his eyes, and rubbed his temples. "Okay. Okay. But you have to promise to tell me, talk to me about it Kurt, dont shut me out."

"Im not. I wont." Kurt said, wiping his eyes a little. "Were in this together."

"Together." Blaine repeated, and closed Kurts lap top, hiding the grizzly photograph. He pulled Kurt close and kissed his hair.

Kurt heaved a great sigh. What if all the deaths he dreamed had happened... or were going to happen. What was he supposed to do?

Hed seen this man before.

Kurt had seen this man in a dream.

He watched him die.