Blaine had been in his new house for a few weeks now and had gotten into a comfortable pattern. He spent most of his days with Kurt, talking to Kurt, laughing with Kurt, sometimes crying a little with Kurt.

He left the house mostly for work. He was composing for a new movie and he had lots of meetings with others working on the film. Going over ideas and themes so he would really understand what they were looking for.

He also explored his new city some, but not as much as he thought he would have by now, and he knew the reason why. He hated to leave Kurt behind. He wouldn't admit as much to Kurt, who wouldn't like the thought that he wasn't doing things because of him, but the truth was Blaine was happy. Happy just to spend time with Kurt and get to know him better.

Blaine's nights had a pattern as well, every night he'd try to get a little sleep before waking up around 1:00am to walk to the music room and just... be there. It wasn't that Blaine wanted to see it happen every night. In fact, the more he got to know Kurt the more it tore him apart to see Kurt that way, but he couldn't, he just couldn't leave Kurt there alone. Even if Kurt wasn't aware of his presence, he was there. Afterward Blaine would go back to bed, think about Kurt's bright eyes and soft laugh and try to get the violent images out of his head before falling back to sleep.

Somewhere along the line Blaine stopped being afraid of going into the music room during the day, he did need to work after all, and it was different in there during the day; sunny, bright and almost cheerful. Kurt rarely went in though, so when he could Blaine did his writing in his bedroom or in the living room. Kurt would sit and listen to him hum, or read new issues of Vogue that Blaine had picked up for him. Overall, living with a ghost was surprisingly easy.

"Oh my gosh, this is hideous." Kurt said and lifted his eyebrow in disdain. Blaine put down his work and scooted closer to Kurt to look.

"What?"

"The jacket Blaine. It is like a mix between motocross and Sherlock Holmes, no one should wear that. Ever."

Blaine looked at Kurt's face, earnest and so sincere, he nodded his head and smiled, "I'll trust your judgment on that and not go straight out to buy one."

"It's a woman's jacket anyway."

"Yes, but you told me that 'fashion knows no gender."

Kurt opened his mouth to retort when Blaine's phone started to ring. Blaine smiled and held up a finger before answering his phone. Kurt folded the magazine, quietly slipped out of the room and disappeared. He did that sometimes, gave Blaine his space, it unnerved Blaine at first, but it had become pretty normal now.

"Hello?"

"Blaine! Little brother! How are things?"

Blaine smiled at Cooper's enthusiasm.

"Great Coop, really good. Getting some work done on my music and things are..." Blaine glanced at where Kurt had just been sitting, "Really good."

"Glad to hear it. You had me a little worried when I visited, especially the more I thought about it."

"Worried?"

"You were not yourself Squirt. And you were reading these grisly articles and acting all spooked."

"I'm not Squirt. And, well... about that."

Blaine wanted to tell Cooper about Kurt, he hated having this big secret all to himself, besides Kurt was important to him, and he wanted to be able to talk to Cooper about someone he cared about.

"Cooper, something is happening in this house. I mean..." Blaine closed his eyes and went for it, "I wasn't joking when I told it you it's haunted." Blaine said quietly.

Cooper was silent for a moment, "Like haunted with a ghost?" he finally said.

Blaine hung his head in his hand, "Yes, a ghost." he mumbled.

"And you've seen this ghost?"

"Yes" Blaine said again, "I'm not crazy Coop. His name is Kurt and he I... he is... he is just amazing, He is kind and funny and smart. Cooper, I am not crazy. It... I mean a month ago I would have thought someone crazy if they... but it is me! You know me Cooper." Blaine rushed to explain.

"Oh my god."

"Cooper."

"Oh my god!"

"Okay, now don't freak out. I said I'm not crazy and I need you to believe me."

"Oh my god Blaine! You have a crush on your ghost!"

Blaine held the phone to his ear and couldn't think of a response, his heart was beating heavily in his chest and he glanced around hoping Kurt hadn't heard that.

"What. No I don't!" he whispered.

"You do! 'He's kind and funny and smart.' Is he cute Blaine? Is he?"

"Are you messing with me right now?"

"Listen Blaine, either you are messing with me, which would be mean, and not like you. Or you are crazy, which I hope isn't true, and makes me nervous. Or you have a crush on the ghost living in your house. That is the option I am going with."

"I don't have a crush on him." Blaine murmured under his breath.

"But is he cute?"

Blaine sighed before answering, "He is gorgeous Coop."

Cooper let out a 'whoop' of triumph before his voice grew a little more serious, "Listen, remember I mentioned I might know someone who... is familiar with that kind of thing?"

"Yeah..."

"I think I might send her to see you."

"I don't need some fortune teller or ghost hunter..."

"She isn't like that Blaine, and she might be able to help."

"Help with what?"

"With things, Blaine. If they get weird."

"Weirder than they already are?"

"Yes siree."

"Fine. Whatever. I'll let you know if I need someone." Blaine smiled, he didn't want some amateur spiritualist looking into things, but Cooper was being so great about this Blaine felt he couldn't say no.

Blaine and Cooper spent the rest of the conversation not talking about ghosts; instead they focused on their jobs and Cooper's big call-back coming up. Once Blaine said good bye he felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

He went to the kitchen to make a snack before poking around his house looking for Kurt. He couldn't find him anywhere, but that wasn't uncommon and he always showed up eventually.Blaine decided to go to the music room and use this time to really crack down on the latest song he was working on. He couldn't seem to get it just right.

After playing and replaying the piece and not getting anywhere Blaine just let his mind wonder and his fingers drift over the keys. Soon he was sitting on the piano bench with his eyes closed and playing whatever came to him. He smiled but kept playing when he felt Kurt sit down next to him.

"That's beautiful." Kurt said softly, "What is it?"

Blaine looked up at Kurt and his breath caught in his throat. Kurt was staring back at him with bright eyes and a sweet smile and he was sitting so close that Blaine could smell roses. Blaine cleared his throat and answered.

"It isn't anything. I'm just making it up as I go." He said as he continued to play, "Couldn't play it the same way again if I wanted to. I do this when I feel stuck on a piece of music I am working on. It helps clear my head."

"You are very talented Blaine." Kurt's voice was still soft like he didn't want to break the spell of Blaine's music.

"I'm just happy I get to do what I love for a living, you know?"

Kurt sighed, "Yeah..." he didn't say more, but there seemed to be a lot behind that one word.

"Want me to play something you know?" Blaine said and quickly changed songs. "This is a little old, but a great song. I sang it with the Warblers back in the day."

Kurt lifted an eyebrow and then laughed when he recognized the song. "Really Blaine? Katy Perry?"

"Now she is very talent." Blaine smirked and started to sing, "You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on. You think I'm funny, when I tell the punchline wrong. I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down."

A huge smile spread across Kurt's face and he scooted even closer to Blaine, who kept singing. Kurt's eyes never left him.

When Blaine neared the end of the song he looked straight at Kurt and gave him a flirty little wink, which caused Kurt to blush and roll his eyes, "My heart stops, when you look at me. Just one touch, now baby I believe. This is real. So take a chance and don't ever look back. Don't ever look back."

Blaine ended the song with a little flourish on the piano and Kurt laughed before clapping, "Not bad Blaine Warbler."

"What about you? You were in Glee club, any hidden music talents of your own?"

Kurt glanced down at the keys of the piano for a moment, skipping his fingers over a few keys, "I play the piano pretty well. Not like you."

"Really?" Blaine was excited. "If I started something, do you think you could play along?"

Kurt shrugged, "Maybe"

Blaine thought for a moment about what songs would have been out before Kurt... When Kurt wasn't a ghost. He came up with the perfect one, it said what Blaine didn't have the courage to say to Kurt.

Once Blaine had started Kurt looked up to the ceiling and smiled, wiggling on the bench a little in excitement, "I can play this song" he said before he joined in.

As they played Blaine couldn't help but sneak glances at Kurt, his long sure fingers as they played, his blue eyes happy and light, the little smile that quirked up at the edges of his lips and the strands of hair that fell across his face.Blaine wanted to smooth back the stray hair that fell from Kurt's perfectly coiffed hair onto his forehead. Blaine almost lost his place watching Kurt.

For his part Kurt mostly watched his hands so as to not mess up, but when he did glance up at Blaine his cheeks would color and he would quickly look back down to the piano.

When they got to the end of the song both men left their hands on the keys and sat in silence for a moment. Blaine kept looking back and forth between Kurt's eyes and his lips. Eventually Kurt broke the silence.

"I messed up a few times." He said softly. .

"You just need to arrange your fingers more like this." Blaine said before reaching for Kurt's hands and moving his fingers on the keys. Kurt took in a sharp breath and looked up at Blaine in surprise. His face just inches from Blaine's.

"Blaine." He breathed, "You're touching my hand."

Blaine froze, his fingers gently covering Kurt's own. He could feel Kurt's soft cool skin beneath his hand. He didn't speak as he trailed his fingertips slowly down the back of Kurt's hand to his wrist, watching the movement in awe, as goosebumps spread across Kurt's skin.

Kurt lifted his hand and moved it with Blaine's until they were pressed together palm to palm.

Kurt then lifted their hands up to his line of view and just stared before reaching for Blaine's other hand and lifting it up as well until they were sitting facing each other their hands pressed together fingertip to fingertip.

"Blaine". Tears were forming in the corners of Kurt's eyes.

Blaine wanted to brush the tears away, he wanted to sing with joy, he looked at Kurt's awed expression and Blaine realized, he wanted to kiss him. He leaned forward, clasping Kurt's hands, intertwining his fingers with Kurt, his eyes on Kurt's lovely pink lips. Then stopped.

Kurt's eyes had fluttered closed, but then opened again when nothing happened. Blaine backed up a little and cleared his throat.

"This is amazing Kurt." Blaine breathed. He could feel his cheeks flush and he had to work to make his voice steady, his heart pounded in his chest.

Kurt just nodded, their hands tangled together between them.

"I should go make dinner." Blaine said not meeting Kurt's eye, "And I promised Wes I'd call this evening."

Kurt nodded again and then finally spoke, "Yeah, okay. Thanks for playing with me and for this." He said lifting their hands that were still together. "I can't even tell you what it is like, just to have this simple touch. It's like... like getting a drink of water after being in a dessert."

Blaine shut his eyes for a moment, he had always been a very tactile person, he couldn't imagine surviving without human contact like Kurt had. He opened his eyes and let go of one of Kurt's hands to push back the fallen strands of hair from Kurt's forehead.

"I don't know what to say. I'm so happy for you Kurt."

Kurt just smiled and then reluctantly let go of Blaine's hands. "Dinner then. The living do need to eat."

That night as Blaine lay in bed he couldn't help kicking his feet out in excitement. Holding Kurt's hands had been amazing, and he had wanted to kiss him so much.

"I'm an idiot." Blaine groaned to himself. He wasn't sure what made him feel more like an idiot, that he was developing strong feelings for a ghost, or that he hadn't acted on them.

Later that night, in the music room Blaine reached out to see if he could touch Kurt or even Sebastian now, maybe he could change things this time. But his hands went through them like always. So he stood closer, willing Kurt to be able to see him, to not feel alone. Kurt died again like he did every night and Blaine felt himself fill with anger and desperation. He had to do something.