Over the next weeks Kurt was in a consent sate of alert, partly because of the interesting turn his dreams had taken, and partly because of the ring he found in Blaines pocket.

Ever since saving that young server, Kurts nightmares had been fewer. He still had them, but not every night, plus he had actually been able to save a few more people from his dreams.

Hurrying a young boy back to his mother when he was playing too near the edge of the subway platform. Stopping a woman from catching a cab that would have crashed had she gotten in it (even if the woman was less than grateful). And one scary moment when he and Blaine had anonymously called the cops, lying that they heard their "neighbors" fighting, when really Kurt had just had a dream about some guy fighting with, and then stabbing his girlfriend.

The dreams were still scary, and far too real, but in the past twelve days Kurt had saved four lives. His dreams were clearer now; he had a better idea of when and where many of them were happening. He had to skip class one day, but that seemed a small price to pay for a human life.

He was slowly admitting to himself that it was all worth it, and that maybe being a freak wasnt all bad. Though, Blaine still insisted he wasnt a freak, but a miracle and kissed him silly when he used the word, as if trying to convince him. If Kurt had been a more devious person, he would have called himself a freak on purpose, just to get Blaine to kiss him like that.

Blaine was another reason Kurt was a little tense. Not Blaine really, more the shiny gold ring Kurt knew Blaine had. When Kurt thought about his future, Blaine was always, always part of it. It wasnt just his future, it was their future, but the idea of Blaine proposing made his stomach knot up, and his mouth go dry.

He wanted forever with Blaine; the problem was Kurt had been married once before. Even though his first marriage had been foolish, and made in haste by a younger, much more naive version of himself, Kurt still couldnt help but have a bad feeling towards marriage.

Kurt wondered if Blaine had been planning on proposing to him the night of the party. He must have, why else have the ring in his pocket? But he changed his mind, and now every romantic moment they shared together, Kurt was worried Blaine would pop the question.

What would he say if Blaine did ask? He couldnt imagine telling Blaine that, no, he didnt want to marry him. But the thought of being someones husband still made him shiver and have flash backs to his life with Sebastian.

"Stop it Kurt." He said to himself one day, while he was supposed to be doing homework, but instead had started thinking about where Blaine might have that ring hidden.

"Blaine isnt Sebastian." He muttered, then groaned, realizing he was talking to himself. A habit that was hard to break, from the years he spent alone, haunting his house in San Francisco.

On top of it all, they still hadnt heard anything from Camille. Cooper was so worried, that hed hired a private eye to look for her. Blaine and Kurt wondered how well that would turn out, considering what they knew about Camille. They eventually broke down and told Cooper that they thought Camille had maybe died years ago and come back like Kurt had. Cooper took the news really well actually.

"That explains a lot about her actually." He had said. "Why she loves vintage things and still has trouble managing a smart phone at times."

Cooper was a lot more open-minded about these things then Kurt thought he would be in his place. Still, even with a P.I. looking for her, there was no trace of Camille. Kurt didnt like to think about it, afraid every time Cooper called, that he would say they the police had found her body.

Blaine came home just as Kurt was getting up to stretch from bending over his sewing table too long.

"Hey gorgeous." He said, slipping his arms under Kurts stretched ones, wrapping them around Kurts back.

"Gorgeous? You like the tired, rumpled, Ive been working on this assignment for school too long look?"

Blaine kissed his neck breathing him in. "Mmm, yes I do."

Kurt laughed, "Well you look like youve been working hard."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Of course. I can always tell when youve been writing a lot, because your hair is all messy from where youve stuck pencils in it, and ran your hands through." He commented and ruffled Blaines hair a little. "I like it."

"Im almost done with the show, just tweaking things now." Blaine said, kissing the curve between Kurts neck and shoulder. "That means we will both have some free time during winter break." His lips moved up Kurts neck.

"They will be... be... that..." Kurts words halted as Blaine started kissing his neck again, moving up to nibble his ear little, making Kurts knees go weak.

Blaine tilted his head, and pressed their lips together, before pulling back. "I made dinner reservations for tonight."

"Hmm, dinner? What?" Kurt asked as he started kissing Blaines jawline.

"I thought you could use a break from school and a congratulation on practically being a superhero."

That made Kurt stop. "What do you mean?"

"Kurt youve saved four lives, in what, a week and a half?"

"Im not a superhero."

Blaine shrugged. "Okay, but it still needs celebrating."

Kurt nodded his mind working fast. "Where are we going?"

"Lavagna." Blaine said.

It was one of their favorite Italian restaurants, small and cozy, very romantic. Kurt started getting nervous. God, Blaine was going to propose. Proposing at the party didnt work out, for obvious reasons, but now he was going to take Kurt out for a romantic dinner and ask him. And then what?

Kurt suddenly felt trapped and a little frantic. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt Blaine. He had to make Blaine understand how much he loved him, no matter what his answer would be if Blaine proposed.

Blaine must have caught some tension in Kurts face, because he frowned a little. "We dont have to go out if you dont want to."

"No. I do want to." Kurt answered, taking both of Blaines hands in his own. "We should clean up a little first." He stated, tugging Blaine with him as he headed towards the bathroom. Once there, Kurt started slipping his t-shirt over his head, and unbuttoning his pants.

Blaine stood still watching Kurts every move.

Kurt pulled his jeans down and kicked them off, before stepping closer to Blaine, running a hand down his still clothed chest.

"You going to join me here?" He asked.

Blaine smiled. He quickly started pulling off his own clothes, Kurts eyes growing dark, as he watched more and more of Blaines smooth tan skinned revealed.

Soon Blaine was left in just his briefs, and Kurt stilled his hands as they went to pull them down. Instead Kurt pulled off his own underwear, now completely naked, before he slipped his fingers under Blaines briefs, and slowly pulled them down.

He watched as Blaine swallowed, his adams apple bobbing. Once they were both undressed, Kurt lead them to the shower, turning on the water, waiting for it to get warm as Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurts back, and started kissing his neck.

Kurt moaned, and then pulled Blaine under the spray, letting warm water stream down both of their bodies. Kurt couldnt keep his hands still, they roamed all over Blaines skin, he needed to show Blaine how much he loved him. No matter what happened, Blaine needed to know that Kurt loved him, completely.

Kurts hands made their way down Blaines arms, until he reached Blaines hands, then he moved them behind him, until Blaine was grasping his ass. Blaine scooted in closer and kissed Kurt, even as his fingers started to make their way between to Kurts ass cheeks.

Kurt looped his arms around Blaines neck, and held on, kissing Blaine desperately all the while. It wasnt long before Blaine had Kurt up against the wall of the shower, Kurts legs wrapped around Blaine as he held on tight and Blaine rocked into him.

Blaines lips were on Kurts neck again, and Kurt was panting with the feeling of being so full, and having Blaine so close.

"I-I love you." Kurt breathed as one of his hands slipped down the slick tile wall.

"God Kurt." Blaine groaned as he brought their lips together. "I love you more than anything."

Kurt could feel himself getting close. He leaned his head forward, back still pressed the wall, and legs twisted around Blaine. His kisses were getting sloppy as his cupped Blaines face and breathed into his mouth. He let out a long groan, and then stated to come. "Oh god! Oh god Blaine!" Kurt cried as his orgasm overtook him.

Blaine started thrusting into him at a greater pace, before his hands clenched Kurts waist, and he came with a cry. They stayed close for a moment, noses touching, before Blaines legs started to tremble. Kurt unwrapped his legs and Blaine gently let him down.

Kurts fingers were tangled in Blaines hair as they smiled at each other. Then Kurt turned, grabbed a loofah and some body wash, and started washing Blaines golden skin.

"You dont have to do that." Blaine said.

"Mmmm, but I like too." Kurt said a little dreamily, before he got the shampoo and started working it through Blaines curls. Blaines eyes fluttered closed as Kurt finished cleaning them both up.

They had to hurry up and get dressed after they got out of the shower, Blaine calling the restaurant to let them know they were on their way, and to hold the reservation. Kurt felt better, his heart still fluttered in his chest a little when he thought about Blaine proposing, but somehow it wasnt a completely bad kind of flutter.

He held Blaines hand as they walked to the restaurant, not able to get a silly smile off of his face. Maybe Blaine was going to propose tonight, and maybe Kurt didnt know what is was going to answer, but he knew theyd be okay. Kurt bit his lip a little, and looked at Blaine, who was gesturing with his free hand as he told a story about one of the actress in the show he was working on.

Kurt imagined Blaines proposal, his sweet smile and bright eyes, the way hed probably nervously keep readjusting his tie, and come up with some silly, corny, and perfect speech. He looked perfect, beautiful. He looked like Kurts future.

They got to the restaurant in time to keep their table, and ordered a bottle of wine, as well as their favorite entrees. Kurt could hardly sit still, heart and mind warring with each other, trying to decide what to say when Blaine really asked him to marry him.

"You know Kurt." Blaine said, turning serious halfway through the meal. "You are a hero."

Kurt was surprised by the topic change, they had been keeping it light, not talking about Kurts dreams, or the odd turn their lives had taken because of them.

"Im not though. I only saved those people, because I knew what was coming. Because of the dreams."

"Really Kurt?" Blaine said putting down his fork and smirking at him. "You only saved them because of your dreams? You ran halfway across town to get to that train platform, you let that lady with the cab cuss you out, you skipped class, and called the police on an abusive boyfriend, just because of the dreams? None of that was because you are a truly good person who just wants to help people?"

Kurt could feel a blush rising to his cheeks. "You were the one who suggested that I might be having the dreams so that I could help people."

"And you were the one who took that idea and ran with it."

Kurt laughed and looked down at his plate, twirling some pasta around his fork. "We make a good team then I guess."

"Yes. We do."

"I... I like the idea that maybe everything I went through is worth something. I dont have answers for so much. Why I was a... a ghost." He whispered the word. "I dont know why fate allowed me to come back. Or why I have these dreams, but I guess... I like the thought that it is because of something good, and that Im not..." He paused and looked away for a moment.

"Not what Kurt?"

Kurt looked back at Blaine. "Not cursed."

Blaines eyebrows shot up, and his mouth hung open a little, clearly surprised. "Cursed? Kurt no. You were given a second chance, and you... you use something that could be horrible to help people. You arent cursed. You... you..."

"If you say Im a miracle again I may have to roll my eyes..."

Blaine shut his mouth, as if that was exactly what he was about to say, and sighed. "You said once that Camille was connected to life, well we know more about her now, and if she is connected to life, then you are too. You arent cursed, maybe youre blessed... in a weird kind of backwards way."

Kurt shook his head and smiled, leaning forward to kiss Blaine. "I love you and the way you look at the world."

"I love you Kurt. And the way you look at the world."

They finished dinner, and started back home, before Kurt realized he had stopped worrying about Blaine proposing. And before he really realized that Blaine hadnt. It was an engagement ring Kurt had seen though. What was Blaine waiting for? And was Kurt actually a little disappointed he hadnt done it yet?

Kurt stopped mid-step making Blaine stop beside him. Did he want Blaine to propose? Part of him did, he almost thought he might even say yes.

"Whats wrong?" Blaine asked.

Kurt dropped Blaines hand, and turned to face him, smiling. "Nothing. Just trying to figure some things out. Ill tell you about it someday soon."

"Whatever it is it made you-" Blaines words were cut off as they heard a squealing nose behind them.

They turned to see an old rusty red pick-up truck screeching to a stop on the road beside them. Before they even realized what was happening, a broad-shouldered man with silver hair and beard, barreled out of the truck.

He moved surprisingly fast for a man his age, and he quickly wrapped his arms around Kurts shoulders, lifting him off his feet as he started dragging him to the truck.

Kurt was too shocked to react at first, but as he got closer to the opened door of the pick-up, he started fighting and yelling. Blaine had reacted immediately, practically pouncing on the man. Kurt was surprised that with both him and Blaine fighting him off, that the man was still on his feet. He was just so strong.

Blaine was shouting and swearing, hammering the man with his fist, but it didnt slow him down at all. He threw Kurt into the truck and slammed the door shut. Kurt went for the handle, but it was locked, with no visible way to unlock it. He watched as the man bodily lifted Blaine, who was still fighting him with all of his strength, and all but threw him against the wall of a nearby brick building.

Kurt let out a terrified scream as Blaine hit the wall hard and then collapsed on the ground.

The man hurried to the truck and hopped in the other side. Within seconds, he was pulling away, and speeding down the road. Kurt turned in his seat, looking back at Blaine from the rear window. He had made it back to his feet, though Kurt thought he might have seen blood on the side of his face as Blaine started racing after the truck.

The man made a few quick turns, and too soon, Blaine was far behind. Kurts heart was beating hard and irregular in his chest. He turned and looked at the man with wide eyes, his throat to tight to let him speak.

"Put your seat belt on kid." The man said as he flew down the streets of New York City, taking Kurt farther and farther away from Blaine.