The best part of Kurts day were the times that Blaine was home.

Kurt knew Blaine had a life outside of this house, he had work and shopping and his coffee addiction. Blaine had made friends with a Batista (who Kurt was not jealous of) and a few of the neighbors, so of course he wasnt always home. However, the times when Blaine was home with Kurt, not only where those the best part of Kurts day, they were really the only times he felt... real.

Without Blaine Kurt just drifted, he didnt understand how he done that for years, now just a few hours drifting without Blaine around felt like forever. When Blaine got home that day after a long day of errands Kurt was brimming with excitement. So Kurt was a little disappointed that instead of watching a movie or doing something together, Blaine had promptly fallen asleep on the couch.

Kurt sat cross legged in a nearby chair and considered waking him up. Blaine had been so busy the last few days trying to write the score for this movie that even when he was home he wasnt there mentally. Kurt started to get up and maybe shake Blaines shoulder or something before he changed his mind. That wasnt fair. Blaine was tired and Kurt should let him sleep.

Kurt rested his head on his hand and watched Blaine for a moment. Not in a creepy way, he told himself. Blaine laid on his back with one arm thrown over his head and one clutching a pillow across his chest. The pillow moved up and down with Blaines even breaths. His lips were a little parted and his long dark eyelashes fanned beneath his closed eyes, and his cheeks had a little heat and color to them. He was beautiful.

Kurt could feel himself start to blush, but couldnt really care. Blaine was amazing, so sweet and kind and talented and brave. Kurt wished hed met him when he was still alive, he was sure they would have been friends.

Or more than friends... a little voice in Kurts mind whispered, but Kurt quickly hushed it. Those kind of thoughts would only lead to heartbreak, he could never be with Blaine. Blaine was alive and Kurt was just... just a shadow, he was hardly real.

The thing was though, around Blaine, Kurt didnt feel like a ghost or a shadow he felt... solid and... not alive exactly, but something close to it. Even just sitting near Blaine while he slept, Kurt felt more alive, more substantial, more here than he had felt in a long time.

Blaine sighed in his sleep and turned to his side, still clutching the pillow to his chest. Kurt got up from the chair and grabbed a throw blanket and laid it gently over Blaine. He knelt down beside him, wishing so much that his could just lean in and give him a little kiss to the forehead or brush some of his loose curls out of his face. But no matter how Blaine made him feel he was still just a shadow.

Kurt stood up and smiled. "Thank you for being here Blaine." He whispered and let himself drift until Blaine woke up.