Kurt was drifting. He closed his eyes and would move from one room of the house to another. Visiting every room (besides that room), knowing every nook and cranny of the place he use to call home.

He once loved this house. The crown molding, the bay windows, the claw-foot tub and the beautifully tiled kitchen. He had painstakingly picked out little details to enhance the already lovely vintage home and he had loved it.

Now he hated this place. The stupid creak in the stairs, the too yellow walls of the kitchen, the pretentious bronze light fixtures along the walls downstairs and most of all, the master bedroom with its damn four-post bed.

This had been his dream and now it had become his nightmare. One that he had to revisit over and over and over for the rest of... what? For the rest of time?

Kurt shuttered and continued to drift.

He heard a noise from downstairs and shook himself out of his trance. He opened his eyes and he was down stairs standing in the foyer and watching the door knob turn. He could hear voices from outside and he felt fear and excitement shoot through him, buzzing in his fingertips and down to his toes.

People were coming. It had been too long since Kurt had seen anyone besides the one person he never wanted to see again. Kurt bit his lip tried to calm his nerves.

The door opened and a thin woman with sandy-colored curly hair and a gray blazer stepped in. "So here we are." she said. "I think if you can get over the... history of the place it could be perfect for you."

A Realtor. Kurt knew instantly what was happening. The house had been on the market for years, and people would come every once in a while to view it, but there had been no takers, not since the Frasers. Kurts throat grew tight at the thought of them and the pure terror in their eyes as they realized their new home was... well Kurt hated the word but couldnt think of a better way to put it, their new home was haunted.

Kurt leaned up against a wall knowing that whoever was coming to see the house wouldnt be able to see him.

And then he walked in.

He was a young man, not much older than Kurt... or not much older than Kurt had been. He was a little short and had dark unruly hair. He wore a gray sweater that fit him perfectly with a navy collared shirt underneath. He had a bright smile as he took in the foyer and then his eyes glanced in the direction Kurt was standing. Oh my god, he was beautiful. Honey colored eyes and a gorgeous smile and a strong chin covered with just enough scruff. Kurt felt something stir in him that he hadnt felt in years.

"Wow." The guy said. "It is even better in person." He put his hands casually in his pockets and slowly turned around the room.

"Everything that could be kept from the original house has been kept." The Realtor said. "Everything else has been expertly renovated and updated while still keeping with the time period." She walked into the living room and the man followed her. Kurt followed them.

"As you can see." she continued. "The person who renovated did an amazing job."

Kurt felt a swell of pride at the compliment, which grew as he saw the mans eyes light up. Kurt followed them through the house as the Realtor gave a tour. Though, he waited outside in the hallway until they exited the master bedroom.

"Id probably use it for a music room." The man said. "Great place to write."

He writes music? Kurt thought. Oh please oh please like my house.

They ended the tour in the kitchen downstairs. Kurt bounced on his feet and waited by the arched doorway to the kitchen to hear what the guy thought about the house.

"Well, its lovely." He said and smiled.

Yes. He liked it. Of course he liked it the house was beautiful. Maybe he would stay.

"Any other questions for me Blaine?"

"No. I just... I need to think about it." Blaine, that was the guys name, answered.

"Of course. Buying a home is a big decision." The Realtor smiled.

Kurts heart sank. They always thought about it and they always said no. Even those who didnt directly know what had happened here usually "felt something off" and ended up not taking the place. This would be no different.

Kurts chest tightened and he felt like he would cry. Hope was worse than just being here. The hope that someone else would come and then to have that hope die, it hurt worse than not hoping at all.

"Please." Kurt said out-loud to himself on the verge of tears. "Please dont leave me here alone. Not anymore. Please"

Blaine eyes glanced to the archway where Kurt was standing for a long moment before he turned back to the Realtor.

"You know what? Screw thinking about it. Ive loved this house ever since you showed me the pictures. Draw up the papers. I want it."

"Really?" The Realtor said in surprise.

"Really?" Kurt whispered hope sparking in his chest again.

Blaine smiled and Kurt felt himself melt a little. "Absolutely. When can I move in?"

"As soon as you like." The Realtor answered.



After Blaine and his Realtor left Kurt did a happy little twirl in the foyer. Blaine was moving in. Blaine with his beautiful eyes and sweet smile and his love for music. Blaine was moving in. 

Kurt looked around the house hed been stuck in for years and thought that maybe it wasnt so bad after all. With Blaine here maybe it could even feel like home again.