Ellen slammed the door so hard that the house shook.

Silence.

*

Kurt knocked violently at Sebastian’s door.

“Open up, Sebastian! I know your home!”

*

Blaine’s face was a mixture of mass emotions. His eyes were hurt and angry. His mouth was a thin line of confusion, his tears a reflection of resentment.

I can’t believe she just disowned her own son on his birthday. No wonder the boy wants to kill himself…

Kurt glanced down at his forearm. The name was still there.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

Death jumped, startled.

He spoke to me…

“Don’t think I’m not afraid of you, because I am. I don’t know who…or what…you are, but I do know that whatever you did a few minutes ago wasn’t normal, wasn’t human. But I don’t really have anything to live for at this point. What does it matter if I kill myself or you do it? What difference does it make?”

The words obviously pained him.

How do I respond to a question like that? With the truth?

Kurt cleared his throat. “I don’t blame you for being afraid, or for wanting to kill yourself. When I was still…well, let’s just say I never had it as bad as you have it. My dad was always supportive of me, even though it was hard on him, having a gay kid and all.”

Blaine’s eyes snapped in Kurt’s direction. “You’re gay?”

“Yes, I guess you could say that.”

Blaine sighed, longingly. “I can’t even imagine what it would be like to have supportive parents. It hurts too much. What about your mom? Did she support you too?”

Gut wrenching pain in three…two…one…

“Oh, um, she never knew.”

“How did she not know you were gay?”

“She died…when I was 8.”

Why I am bearing my soul to this kid? More importantly, why is he bearing his soul to me?

Blaine shifted his body so he was facing Kurt.

“Oh…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

Too late.

“It’s fine. I can’t remember how my love for her felt, so I can easily shut the pain out.”

*

“Damn it, Kurt! Why are you here this late?”

“I needed to see you…”

“You could have called!”

“I tried but-”

“Save it. I’m busy right now.”

Kurt caught a small glimpse of another guy before Sebastian’s dorm faded from view.

*

“What do you mean you can’t remember your love for her? I’m sure you can.”

No, I can’t.

“I can’t…Death can’t…listen, do you want to know what I am?”

Say no.

“Y-yes.”

Damn.

Kurt inhaled (unnecessarily, of course) and began. “As you mentioned before, I’m not exactly human,” Blaine nodded. “Or alive.”

Blaine’s eyes widened, but he stayed silent, waiting for Kurt to continue on.

“This is going to sound really strange to you at first…I…you see…I’m Death.”

Blaine let out a nervous giggle. “Haha, very funny. C’mon, be serious.”

Tell him it’s a joke. Tell him that you were sent by his dad to mess with him.

“I am being serious.”

Damn my truthfulness.

“You can’t be serious…there is no w-way in hell you can be…D-death.” Blaine’s voice was shaking. He was obviously frightened. Kurt nodded as if to say, yes, I am. His eyes grew wide after several seconds of thought. “If you’re Death…then…oh my God. Am I going to die?”

Kurt’s eyebrows furrowed. “You have enough pills behind your bed to stock a pharmacy. You were going to kill yourself. You knew you were going to die.”

“But, not anymore. I’m not going to kill myself anymore…doesn’t that change anything?”

Well, I figured it would take longer than that to convince him.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

Kurt sighed in frustration. “No one sees me until they’re almost dead. You’re the only person I’ve ever had a conversation with…I don’t understand any of it. I don’t understand why your name is still here if you chose to live.” He showed his forearm.

“I knew I saw my name.” Blaine stated.

A car door slammed in the direction of the Anderson driveway. Blaine made his way to the only window in the room and peered out.

“Shit. He’s back.”

Kurt stood.

“Listen, I really have to go. You aren’t dying and I might as well pick up another case tonight.” Death turned to leave.

“Wait!” yelled the dark haired boy. “Take me with you!”

W-what?