It had been a few wonderful days since Blaine and Kurt discovered they could touch one another. Nothing big had happened but still everything seemed to have changed, they held hands. Blaine was able to reach out and touch Kurt when he was upset. They shared a couple of hugs and in the evening as they watched TV Blaine liked to lean up against Kurt's side. Kurt hadn't stopped him, but instead had smiled and put an arm around his shoulders, and so it had become a thing they did.

Even the joy Blaine felt at getting closer to Kurt couldn't quail the bad mood Blaine was in as he drove home from an important meeting with some of the movie's big wigs. Blaine had written several songs and interludes for the movie that had been very well received. However, the big crescendo song that Blaine had spent most of his time on, turns out they hated it.

Okay, They didn't hate it. Blaine thought as he remembered the meeting, but they didn't want it.

"It's just too sad." The music director had said, "I mean it's beautiful, but a little depressing."

"We are worried that you don't understand what we are looking for." The music producer added. "We want your talent on this Anderson, but this is clearly not what we are looking for."

Blaine grimace as he clutched the steering wheel. He hated hearing that about his work, what he hated more was that he knew they were right. He'd written the song about Kurt, he hadn't meant to but it couldn't be helped. Kurt was constantly on his mind. They told him to come up with something new and present it again. He was going to do just that, but he knew he was having trouble getting into the right head space.

By the time Blaine pulled up outside the house, his mood was sour. He practically slammed the door as he marched into the foyer. His anger melted away though, as he heard Kurt in the next room. He peeked his head into the dining room to see Kurt sitting at the big table Blaine never used. He was crying.

"Kurt," Blaine said walking into the room, "What is it?" He stopped as he saw the articles he'd gotten from the library weeks ago spread across the table.

"What are you doing!" Blaine moved quickly to the table and started gathering the papers and shoving them back in the folder, "Why on earth would you read these Kurt?"

"What Blaine? You think I don't know what's in them! I know what happened!" Kurt snapped, his face was red from tears and his lips set in a sneer.

"That doesn't mean you have to read them. How does that help?"

"Oh please Blaine!" Kurt said standing up, "Really? Stop trying to protect me from something you don't even understand. Because you just don't understand!"

"Of course I don't understand!" Blaine shouted back, "How could I possibly understand this?" He asked gesturing between himself and Kurt. "Or anything that goes on in this house? I don't understand. I mean a few months ago I didn't even believe in ghost. So I am sorry I don't understand Kurt."

Kurt stood with his arms crossed and his breathing heavy. "Well I am sorry all of this is such an inconvenience for you! How selfish of me to be murdered in this house years before you even moved here!"

All the anger rushed out of Blaine at Kurt's words. "Don't Kurt, please." Blaine sighed and rubbed his temple. "I don't want to fight. And you... you aren't an inconvenience. You never could be. You make me happy Kurt. And I'm... I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you, really."

Kurt was quiet for a long time. "Today's my dad's birthday." He finally said. "I should be 25 years old and celebrating my dad's Birthday right now. Instead I am perpetually 20 and stuck in this house. I may never see my dad again."

"Oh Kurt." Blaine said walking forward and wrapping his arms around him, holding him close.

"And it's just that, the last time I talked to him I was yelling at him and I've been thinking about that a lot recently." Kurt sniffed.

Blaine knew he didn't have any words to make things better so he just held on tighter as Kurt reached around and clung to Blaine.

"And the past years in this house have been hard, but I never once thought about his Birthday, or my Birthday. Or Christmas, or anything. I've just... I've just existed. But now you're here."

Blaine tensed a little, "Do I make things worse?"

"No. Blaine, no. Things are better now." Kurt said burying his head the crook of Blaine's neck, his words tickling Blaine's skin softly, "So much better but seeing you live, makes me realize how stuck I am."

Kurt pulled back some, but Blaine kept his hands on his shoulders. "I think I need to move on. I don't think I can stay here." Kurt said.

Blaine's stomach plummeted. No, no he couldn't lose Kurt. He couldn't let him go. "What do you mean move on?"

Kurt laughed, but it was shaky as he brushed some of his tears away, "I have no idea but I don't think everyone who dies sticks around the way I have. In movies and things ghosts move on by doing something, completing unfinished business or whatever. I think I need to find out what mine is and do that."

Blaine felt a little relieved that Kurt wasn't going to up and disappear from his arms right then. "Okay... so unfinished business. What's yours?"

Kurt shrugged, "Again, I have no idea but I am going to try and figure it out."

"Tell me if I can help."

Kurt smiled, his tears dried up now, "I will. I'm sorry for yelling."

Blaine leaned his forehead against Kurt, "You can yell at me whenever, if you just need to get it out of your system. I don't mind."

Kurt chuckled "Thank you." He smiled and took a small step back, "Now, tell me how your big meeting went."

Blaine groaned and sat down at the table.


A few days later Blaine worked up the courage to call Cooper and ask about the "expert" he'd been talking about. Blaine felt like he had to do something to help Kurt. He told Kurt that his brother knew someone and maybe they should give her a call.

Kurt was skeptical, as was Blaine. In the end they agreed to call her, seeing as they hadn't come anywhere close to discovering Kurt's "unfinished business".

Cooper had sent Blaine a copy of her card, it read:

Camille Shaw Ghost/Supernatural Phenomena Specialist and Wedding Planner.

Kurt had rolled his eyes and Blaine had almost called back and told Cooper not to send her before they both reminded themselves that neither of them was really in a place to judge, being a ghost and someone who lived with a ghost.

Camille came in the afternoon and knocked at the door promptly at 2:00pm. Blaine answered the door expecting some kind of hippie with a long skirt and braids and possibly a necklace with a big peace symbol. He was surprised to find a woman probably in her early 30s, tall with bobbed brunette hair, heels and a trendy 1950s style red dress.

"Blaine Anderson?" She smiled pleasantly and held out a hand to shake. Blaine looked down at her perfectly manicured hand before shaking it and returning the smile.

"You must be Camille, ghost expert and wedding planner?"

"Oh good grief! Cooper didn't give you one of those cards did he? I am sorry about that." She said as Blaine motioned her in. "I'm a wedding planner... this sort of thing," she made a vague motion to the house, "I just do to help people out. Some friends made those cards for me as a joke, mostly though I am busy picking out flowers, talking to caterers and dealing with crazy momzillas."

Blaine laughed politely, but felt anxious. Camille seemed nice enough, but it felt uncomfortable having a complete stranger in his house... to do what exactly? Tell him if there was a ghost there? He already knew that. To exorcise Kurt? Blaine shivered at the thought. He really should have gotten more information about this.

Blaine realized they were still stranding awkwardly by the door, Camille was waiting patiently with an amused look on her face.

"Oh. I don't really know how to...start. Would you like some coffee?" He glanced to where Kurt was standing just in the doorway to the kitchen, they had decided Kurt should stick around for this even if Blaine was alone in seeing him.

"Yes, thank you."

Blaine poured them both some coffee before they sat down at the kitchen table. They kept things light at first, just chit-chat about how Blaine was liking California and how Camille had met Cooper, "Ran smack into him at a concert, he spilled his drink all over me." Before Camille finally broached the subject.

"So Blaine, what is it that I can do for you?"

Blaine took another sip of coffee to give himself time to think before answering and then glanced up at Kurt who gave him an encouraging nod.

"I don't know exactly. I don't need you to tell me if my house is haunted of not, or to try to... get rid of any ghost. It is just that I know very little about this. I thought it might be good to talk to someone who has come across this before?"

"This being a ghost?"

"Yes."

"Mmmhmm..." She hummed and waited for him to expand on that. When he didn't she started again, "Well, the house is haunted, I could feel that from outside. But as you said, you know that. And the spirit here seems friendly, not angry or vengeful or anything. Correct me if I'm wrong, but the two of you get along well don't you?"

"Did Cooper tell you that?"

Camille laughed, "You know, you aren't being charged for this or anything. I have no reason to con you. I will admit I did a little research before coming over though. It seems that two people died here, but I am only feeling one ghost?"

"Yeah, the other guy... he isn't here. I mean he isn't is he?"

"Blaine, I already told you he isn't." Kurt whispered.

Blaine didn't stop to ask him why he was whispering, but just shrugged and looked back at Camille, who was ignoring the fact that he seemed to be having a silent conversation with someone behind her.

"Yes, the other man who died here isn't a ghost. He's gone." She answered instead.

"I've seen him though... at night."

"Mmmm." She hummed again and tapped her fingernails against the mug. "Show me where?"

Blaine finished off his coffee before standing and leading the way to the music room, Blaine showed Camille inside as Kurt stood quietly by the piano.

"You know she hasn't told us anything we didn't already know." Kurt said.

Blaine lifted his eyebrows and made a gesture meaning, "And what do I do about it?"

Kurt just shrugged as Camille walked slowly around the room touching things here and there, before spinning around, placing her hands on her hips and smiling. "So this is what I gather. You see and can talk to a ghost. From what I've read I'd guess it is Kurt, right?"

"Right." Blaine confirmed.

"And I'd guess, when you see the other man who died here, Sebastian, you only see him in this room. At the same time each night. Doing... the same things. Right again?"

"Right..." Blaine said slower.

The smile slipped from her lips as she stepped closer, "Do you see Kurt killed, Blaine?"

Blaine gulped down a huge lump of pain that then settled in his stomach and just nodded, not able to answer or glance at Kurt to see his reaction.

"Right." Camille answered, "Some spirits get caught... in an echo, for lack of a better way to describe it. An echo of how they died. In this case, because Kurt's death involved someone else, a manifestation of Sebastian appears every night at the time Kurt died, He was part of that death so his image echoes here. But the spirit of Sebastian Smythe is long gone. Probably didn't hang around after death at all."

Blaine did glance at Kurt now, but Kurt was staring wide-eyed at Camille. "But I think Kurt pretty much knew all of that. I guess you might not have known that it is normal... well normal for a ghost." She said looking over to where Blaine kept glancing.

She turned her gaze back to Blaine, "So if I haven't told you anything you don't already know," she winked, "Then what can I do to help you?"

"How do you... get it to stop?" Blaine asked before he could wonder what Kurt was thinking, "The echo, can we make it stop?"

Camille sighed and looked genuinely upset, "No, I'm sorry. We can't."

"Great." Blaine heard Kurt sigh behind him.

"So Kurt just has to keep dying every night?"

"Until he's ready to move on, yes."

"Move on?

"Ah ha!" Kurt said triumphantly causing Blaine to turn and face him, "Movies about ghosts got that one right!"

Blaine smiled and then addressed Camille, "And how does a ghost move on?" Blaine almost didn't want an answer to that question.

"They have to find out what is keeping them here and let go of it and I can't tell you what that is for you Kurt." She said addressing the general area he was in. "It is different for everyone. It could have to do with how you died, or what you left behind, or things you didn't do. Most of the time the ghost knows, even if they don't know they know."

"What does that mean?" Kurt asked.

When Camille didn't answer Blaine spoke, "What does that mean?"

"It means that only Kurt can figure it out. Though he may need help with it, in which case he is very lucky to have you Blaine. I think it is kismet that you are here."

Camille looked around the room once again, "I am very sorry about what happened here. I'm sorry I wasn't more of a help. Sometimes these things just need time to work out, but you're on your way."

She stepped close to Blaine her almost constant smile now gone, "You can't do this for him but you do need to be there for him." She put a hand on his shoulder and said under her breath, "Even if it means giving him up."

Blaine didn't trust his voice to answer so he just nodded.

"I'll see myself out. Nice to meet you both." She said as she walked out of the room.

Blaine and Kurt stood in surprise at Camille's sudden exit before they left the music room and settled down in Blaine's room.

Blaine was sitting cross legged on his bed with Kurt sitting on the window seat and leaning his head on the glass. The sun streaming through making him look more like an angel than a ghost. Blaine caught himself before he said that particular thought out loud.

"I guess that wasn't very helpful was it?" Blaine asked instead.

"It was. I mean it confirmed what I knew and it gave me hope that I can move on from this nothing that I am."

"You're not nothing Kurt. Not to me."

Kurt smiled sadly. "How often do you go to the music room at night? I mean..." Kurt glanced down at his hands. "I mean when Sebastian is there?"

"Every night."

Kurt's head snapped up. "What? But why?"

"Because I can't stop what happened to you Kurt." Blaine sighed, "But I can at least make sure you're not alone."

"But I don't even know you're there."

"But you aren't alone."

Kurt bit his lip and glanced down, "Thank you." he said before shaking himself of his melancholy and straightening up, "I think I know what needs to be done, she was right, I do need your help."

"Really?" Blaine had been watching how the sun reflected off of Kurt's hair and brightened his face making his freckles more visible, he wasn't prepared to hear Kurt say he'd already figure out how to move on. Blaine wasn't ready for that.

"I think it's my dad. I think I need to make things right with him. And... see that he's okay. Maybe that is what I've been holding on too."

"But how? I mean even if we could get him here... and why in the world would he come here? He still couldn't see or hear you."

"No, he would never come here. But you could go to Ohio. I mean your parents are there anyway, right? Maybe you could swing by and see my dad and..."

"And tell him what? 'Oh good day Mr. Hummel, you don't know me, but I wanted to drop by and give you a message from your son who happens to be the ghost in my house'?"

"Blaine, you aren't helping." Kurt said rolling his eyes, "I don't know what you'd say, but we could come up with something."

"I don't know Kurt, I don't think it is a good idea."

"What else am I going to do? I can't stay this way, please Blaine. I can't."

Blaine got up off the bed and moved to sit next to Kurt. He reached out and held his hands, closing his eyes and taking a breath before looking into Kurt's hope-filled eyes, "I'll think about it. Okay? Can I think about it?"

"Of course. Thank you Blaine." Kurt's lips tipped up in a smile before he leaned forward and placed a quick peck on Blaine's forehead.

Who was Blaine kidding? He knew he'd do anything Kurt asked of him



That night Blaine went to the music room again as usual and waited for what he knew was coming. It never got any easier to watch, but tonight it was particularly painful. He didn't want to lose Kurt, the thought of losing Kurt was a physical pain deep inside him, but he didn't know how much longer they could do this either.