Title: Ghost Blaine 1/1
Warnings (if any): Mentions of death
Word Count: 7030
Summary: Kurt arrives at Dalton and the first person he sees is Blaine. Little does he know that Blaine is actually Dalton's very own ghost.
AN: Saw this amazing gif on tumblr made by spacebetweendreams which gave me the idea for this story. Pretty much started writing it and didn't stop until it was finished. So if it sucks we can blame my rushing it.
Kurt felt the boy’s eyes on him as he walked through the long halls of Dalton. He never said anything to Kurt though, just watched him closely as he moved to his next class. It had been happening since Kurt transferred a month earlier, it started almost the second Kurt stepped foot into the building with his Dad and Carol for his interview. The boy was standing by the offices, his back pressed up against the wall as he played with the lapel of his Dalton jacket. His eyes darted up at the sound of footstep along the stone floor, and when Kurt smiled at him politely as he passed, his eyes widened in shock. After that day he was around Kurt constantly. Never coming up to introduce himself, just watching him closely. It would have been almost creepy if Kurt didn’t feel so comfortable with the boy’s eyes on him.
The Dalton Warblers were nothing like New Direction. There was no Rachel with her demanding requests or Puck and his inappropriate remarks. It was just a room full of guys all politely stepping aside to let someone else shine. Kurt fitted in from day one, and almost a month later it was like he had always been there. As he arrived at the rehearsal room one day he paused to look over his shoulder to see the boy leaning against the wall at the end of the hall. His eyes darted away the second they meet Kurt’s and without warning he quickly disappeared around the corner and out of sight, just as Trent came into sight.
“Looking for someone, Kurt?” Trent asked as he walks towards Kurt. He shook his head quickly. He hadn’t told the other Warblers about his mystery admirer in case it caused him to stop. “You sure?”
“Actually, that boy that passed you as you were walking around the corner. Do you know his name?”
“What boy?” Trent asked looking over his shoulder. “No one passed me.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kurt said smiling sadly. “Got any ideas for regionals?”
“I’m thinking Katy Perry,” Trent said as he guides Kurt into the rehearsal room.
The only problem with Dalton was Kurt’s constant need to get lost in the long hallways. It happened daily between classes, so the night he left rehearsal for the library it wasn’t a shock when he found himself in a darkened part of the school. Kurt would usually give himself five minutes to find where he was going before calling Trent or Nick for help, but that night he decided he didn’t want to hear their teasing and decided he would figure it out himself. He followed the long line of closed doors before finding one that was open slightly. The sound that greeted him as he walked closer to the door was nothing like he had ever heard before. It was not a voice he had heard before from any of the Warblers, but as he pushed open the door lightly it was a person he recognized instantly. The singing stopped and the boy stood frozen with his back to Kurt.
“Why did you stop?” Kurt forced down his nerves and pushed open the door fully. The boy kept his back to Kurt like he was trying to pretend he wasn’t there. “That’s a pretty old song for someone so young to know. I only know it because my Mom used to sing it to me as a child.” Kurt paused for a second to let the boy answer, but when he didn’t Kurt rambled on some more. “I think her Mom used to sing it to her. It’s some nineteen-forties song or something.”
“Nineteen-twenty-seven,” the boy said interrupting Kurt for a second.
“I’m lost,” Kurt explained glancing around the room while the boy kept his back to him. “I take it, this is your room?” Kurt looked towards the small bed in the room. “My rooms on the first floor, but then I guess you know that since you’ve been watching me for the last month.”
“I’ll stop if it’s bothering you,” the boy said turning around slowly.
“It’s not bothering me,” Kurt told him quickly. He didn’t want him to ever think he was bothering him. “Am I disturbing you?”
“Not one bit,” he told Kurt softly. The boy’s eyes glanced over Kurt before he looked around the room.
“I’m Kurt. Kurt Hummel.”
“And I’m lost,” Kurt reminded him.
“You’re on the fourth floor. The stairs are at the end of the hallway to get you back down to the first floor.”
“Why aren’t you in the Warblers with a voice like that?” Kurt blurted out without thinking.
“I used to be,” the boy told Kurt. “A long time ago.”
“And why not anymore?” Kurt waited for his answer, but the boy just shrugged and smiled at him shyly. “I should go,” Kurt said feeling like the boy didn’t want to answer any more of his questions. “Thanks for your help.”
“You’re welcome,” the boy said softly turning his back to Kurt again.
“What’s your name?”
“Blaine. Blaine Anderson.”
His voice was all Kurt could think about as he made his way to practice the next day. He looked for him through the morning, but for the first time in a month he was nowhere to be seen. Kurt couldn’t help but think that now that he had talked to the boy he wasn’t interested in Kurt anymore. He tried to push thoughts of him to the back of his mind as the Warbler meeting began.
“Now as you all know it’s Jeff’s birthday coming up next week,” David said sitting at the top of the table. “As always we will be having a Warbler dinner before he goes home to his parents for the weekend. Is there any other business we have to discuss?”
“Yes,” Kurt said standing. “Is there an opening for a new member?”
“You’ve found someone?” Trent asked from beside Kurt.
“Actually yes,” Kurt smiled stepping forward. “I got lost last night…” Kurt paused waiting for the Trent’s giggling to stop.
“Sorry,” he mouthed.
“I got lost and ended up on the fourth floor last night,” Kurt explained. “There’s a boy on the fourth floor who has the most amazing voice.”
“On the fourth floor?” David asked. “Are you sure?”
“That’s where his dorm is.”
“The fourth floor is where the old dorms are,” David explained. “It hasn’t been used for years. In fact the doors have been locked to that floor since I arrived here.”
“Me too,” Jeff remarked. “And no one would want to go up there anyway,” he added earning a few nods from other members.
“Well I was there last night, and there was a boy there too,” Kurt explained to the room full of Warblers watching him. “I was in his dorm.” Kurt watched as David and Trent share a look. “You don’t believe me?”
“He doesn’t know?” David asked looking at Trent.
“I haven’t told him.”
“Told me what?”
“Stay behind, Kurt,” David said before telling the other Warblers they are free to go. Kurt took a seat on the sofa in the corner of the room as everyone picked up their things and left.
“I guess we didn’t fill you in on the history of the Warblers when you first joined,” David said as he took a seat beside Kurt. Trent on the other side. “You want to tell him?”
“Sure,” Trent nodded. As you know the Warblers have a long history at this school. It was first formed in nineteen-twenty-seven by a group of juniors. They performed all over Ohio. Everything was going great until…”
“Until?” Kurt pressed when Trent took a dramatic pause.
“There was an incident involving two Warblers,” David continued. “Apparently they were caught in some sort of…”
“Romantic embrace?” Trent suggested causing David to nod.
“We’ll call it that,” David sighed. “They were caught together in a dorm on the fourth floor. “All hell broke loose and one of the boys ended up jumping from the fourth floor. The other boy tried to save him but ended up falling too. Since then the fourth floor has been closed off and those dorms where moved to the first floor.”
“Tell him about the myth,” Trent whispered.
“The myth?” Kurt asked looking between two boys.
“Legend has it that since that night one of the boys is still here,” David explained like he doesn’t actually believe it. “Over the years people have said that they’ve heard crying coming from the fourth floor. Sobbing, but when people go up there, nothing.”
“Tell him about Paul,” Trent pressed.
“There’s a student called Paul who lives on the third floor who insists that he can hear crying in the middle of the night.” David told Kurt. “I personal believe he makes it up, but…”
“He has said he hasn’t heard it for the past month, though,” Trent added.
“In my opinion Paul makes the whole thing up for his own amusement,” David remarked.
“So who was I talking to on the fourth floor?” Kurt asked even more confused now. “There was someone there. He told me he lived on the fourth floor.”
“Someone’s playing a prank on you.”
“He told me his name,” Kurt said suddenly remembering.
“Was it Paul?”
“Blaine,” Kurt answered. “Blaine Anderson.” Trent and David share another look. “What?”
“Someone really is playing a prank on you,” David explained. “There is no Blaine Anderson at this school. There hasn’t been in a long time.”
“Blaine Anderson was the name of the boy who fell trying to save the other boy,” Trent explained. “Someone really is playing a prank on you.”
“Just don’t go up to the fourth floor anymore,” David said patting my knee. “I’ll make sure someone knows the door up there is unlocked.”
“So he was just trying to play a joke on me?” Kurt asked not wanting to believe it. From the moment he first set eyes on the boy outside those offices he knew he wanted to get to know him. Kurt thought by the way he looked at him meant the boy wanted to know him too, but all he wanted to do was play a joke on the new kid.
Don’t rise to it,” Trent told Kurt before standing. “Now you want to come with us? We’re going to grab something to eat.”
“I’ve got to study,” Kurt lied. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”
“Warbler practice at eight,” David told Kurt. “We’ve got to get up early if we want to beat your old club at regionals.”
Kurt waited until both David and Trent left the rehearsal room before standing up and gathering his things. He wanted to do what they had told him. He wanted to ignore what Blaine or whatever his name had said to him, but he also wanted answers. He soon found himself climbing the stairs towards the fourth floor and towards the same sound of singing he had heard before. Just like before the singing stopped as soon as he got close enough to the door.
Kurt walked into the dorm and found the boy standing in the same position he was last night.” What’s your name?”
“Blaine,” the boy said without really thinking.
“What’s your real name?”
“Is there a name you want me to say?”
“I want your real name,” Kurt pressed. “And I want to know why you lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“I asked around school about you,” Kurt explained and suddenly sees his face harden. “I know who the real Blaine Anderson is, and I know you can’t be him.”
“Okay,” the boy nodded
“So who are you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he told Kurt. “I won’t bother you again.”
“Why did you lie to me?” Kurt asked him, hoping he would help him understand.
“I won’t bother you again,” he repeated before turning his back on Kurt.
And that’s exactly what happened. A full month past without Kurt ever bumping into him again. Kurt searched the halls for him as he walked to class, but not once did he ever feel the boy watching him. Kurt tried not to think about him anymore, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t not think about him. Kurt had only had a five minute conversation with him, but in that five minutes he knew the boy was someone he wanted to know better.
A week before regionals had all the Warblers together in the rehearsal room to make the final decisions for the competition.
“Now as you all know Kurt came to us exactly sixty days ago and joined our club,” David said sending Kurt a warm smile. “And as you also know, sixty days is the trial period before becoming an official Warbler. Kurt if you would stand up, please?” Kurt quickly stood and took a step forward. “I want to present you with something every Warbler gets.”
“What is it?” Kurt asked accepting the package from David.
“Just a few items every Warbler needs,” David answered with a smile. “You’ve got your very own Journal to write all your Warbler experiences in,” he explained as Kurt begin to pull out the items from the package. “Your own Warbler tie pin, oh and the best thing of all,” he added as Kurt pulled out a book. “This is a book about the history of the Warblers. It takes your right back to the beginning and tells you all about our greatest wins…”
“And a few of our loses,” Trent added
“It’s happened once or twice,” David remarked with an eye roll. “You should read it,” he added “You’ll learn everything you need to know about who came before you.”
“Thank you,” Kurt said smiling as he let his fingers run over the soft leather of the book. “So I’m officially a Warbler?”
“You are,” David said putting out his hand for Kurt to shake. “Ready to win at regionals?”
“Absolutely,” Kurt said him with confidence as the rest of the Warblers crowd around him with congratulated pats on the back.
Kurt found himself later that night lying on top of his bed looking through the Warbler’s history book. He looked through page after page of Warblers realizing that one day his own picture would be in there. His mind wasn’t on Blaine until he got to page seventeen and his eyes landed on someone very familiar. It was the same eyes staring back at Kurt that had been staring at him for over a month. The same eyes he hadn’t seen in over a month. Kurt didn’t know how he got from his dorm room on the first floor to the fourth floor, but he found himself there standing outside the closed dorm room. There was no sound of singing that time and just as he was about to knock, the door opened and he was standing there looking at Kurt.
“You must have a lot of questions,” he said to Kurt soft as his eyes landed on the book Kurt was clutching in my hand.
“What’s your name?”
“My name is Blaine Anderson,” he said calmly.
“But Blaine Anderson is died,” Kurt told him and he nodded his head.
“I know. I’ve been dead for eight-three years.”
“I need to sit down,” Kurt said, and Blaine quickly moved out of the way and pointed towards his bed. “I don’t understand.”
“It took me long time to get it too,” Blaine remarked.
“Trent and David told me you fell and died.”
Blaine nodded his head and pointed towards the window. “I was only trying to stop him from jumping, but when he jumped and leap to catch him… I slipped.”
Kurt looked down at the book in his hand to see the picture of Blaine before looking at the boy in front of him. “Why aren’t I freaking out?”
“That’s what I’m thinking,” Blaine remarked. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you were shocked that first day when I smiled at you,” Kurt answered glancing back down at the book.
“Nobody had acknowledged me in so many years,” Blaine shrugged. “I figured I was seeing things at first, but then every time I saw you, you smiled at me.”
“I always thought it would be my Mom,” Kurt whispered almost to himself, but Blaine heard him. “My Mom died when I was young,” he explained and Blaine nodded his head. “I always had this fantasy that one day I would be able to connect her. A part of me once thought it was possible.”
“I grew out of it,” Kurt answered. “I soon realized it was just a silly fantasy. Now I’m here talking to… to a ghost,” he added letting out a bitter laugh and cause Blaine frown at him.
“I’m not a ghost.”
“So what are you then?”
“I’m… stuck,” Blaine answered looking confused. “I’m just here.”
“And you’re dead,” Kurt told softly. “Sounds like a ghost to me.”
“I don’t run around this place haunting people,” Blaine remarked annoyed. “Hell no one knew I was here until you showed up.”
“Hate to break it to you, but people know all about you,” Kurt explained to him as his eyes widened. “You’re like some sort of urban legend. Apparently they can hear crying coming from this room.”
“I’ve stopped doing that now,” Blaine said annoyed. “And I don’t scare people,” he added weakly as he leaned against the desk by his bed. “You’re not scared.”
“I’m clearly crazy,” Kurt told him with a sigh.
“Why aren’t you running out here screaming?” Blaine asked. “If I saw a ghost I would be scared.”
“You are a ghost,” Kurt explained again as Blaine held his hands up in front of him to examine them. “Or you could be an angel,” Kurt added quickly because he didn’t like the look Blaine now had on his face.
“I don’t have wings,” Blaine pointed out sadly showing Kurt his back.
“Maybe you need to earn them,” Kurt shrugged. “That’s why you’re still… what am I doing?” He blurted out as he jumped up from the bed. “I’m trying to cheer up a ghost.”
“You can run out screaming if you want,” Blaine sighed slumping down on the bed. “That’s usually what happens when people come up here.”
“I thought you said you don’t scare people.”
“I don’t, but… well that’s what they do,” he sighed “They don’t even see me and they scream.”
“I’m not screaming,” Kurt pointed out.
“Because you’re crazy,” Blaine remarked with a small smile.
“I guess I am.” Kurt took a seat next to Blaine on the bed. “So what do you do up here?”
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to start a conversation with you,” Kurt answered causing Blaine to frown at him.
“You don’t have to stay here. You can go if you want.”
“You told me you were stuck here,” Kurt reminded him. “What makes you think that? Can you actually not leave the building?”
“I can leave,” Blaine answered. “I just haven’t in a long time though.”
“There’s nothing out there for me anymore,” he shrugged. “All the people I knew are gone.”
“What about that other boy?” Kurt asked looking around the room. “Is he here too?”
“That’s his name?” Kurt asked as Blaine nodded and looked down at his clasped hands. “Was he your boyfriend?”
“I thought he was, but then after we were caught and he started yelling at me…” he paused to swallow the lump in his throat. “He called me all these horrible names, and then ran towards the window.” Blaine’s eyes darted towards the closed window. “Before I knew it we were both falling.”
“Where is he now?”
“He left three months after it happened,” Blaine said quietly.
“Where did he go?” Kurt asked and Blaine pointed up towards the sky.
“He told me before he left that I was stuck here because something had went wrong. I wasn’t supposed to try and save him. And here I am… eighty-three years later.”
“That’s it?” Kurt asked. “You haven’t tried to get… unstuck?”
“Sure,” Blaine shrugged. “I spent the first twenty years trying to get out of this place, but nothing seemed to work. After a while I just accepted it.”
“You said your boyfriend left?” Kurt asked causing Blaine to nod. “How did that happen?”
“The school held a memorial three months after it happened,” Blaine explained. “We watched it from the window, and after Joshua’s family finished their speech about him this flash of light appeared and Joshua said that was him going home. He said he just knew, but when I went to follow he stopped me. He told me I was stuck because something went wrong. God wasn’t watching us closely enough that day.”
“And he just left?”
“The light disappeared and he wasn’t here anymore,” Blaine sighed. “I’ve been here ever since.”
Kurt doesn’t remember much after that first night. He know he left Blaine’s room not feeling scared about what he had learned, but feeling a sense of calm that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. After their talk that first night Kurt started seeing Blaine around school more and more. He would be in Kurt’s History class sitting in the back of the class just like he was any other student. He even started turning up at Warbler’s practice.
“What was that?” Blaine asked as he followed Kurt back to his dorm after the last rehearsal before regionals.
“That dancing you guys were doing.” He moved in front of Kurt and walked backwards as they walk down the long hall.
“It was dancing,” Kurt answered. “You didn’t like it?”
“That wasn’t dancing,” Blaine laughed. “This is dancing,” he said before doing a little tap dance in front of Kurt.”
“Very good,” Kurt said.
“I taught myself,” Blaine smiled proudly. “I’ve had years of practice.”
“I bet,” Kurt said dryly. “Well thanks for the escort to my room.”
“You’re very welcome.” Blaine said as he watched Kurt.
“I’m going to go inside now,” Kurt said him but Blaine still continued to watch. “Like right now. And I’m going to…”
“Kurt what are you doing?”
Kurt jumped back to find David standing behind him. “What?”
“Who are you talking to?”
“Tell him you’re talking to yourself,” Blaine sighed shaking his head. “Or he’s going to think your losing it.”
“Kurt?” David pressed as Kurt look towards Blaine.
“Who are you talking to?”
“You,” Kurt said him pulling his eyes off of Blaine to look at David. “What are you doing on this floor?”
“Try and get more sleep Kurt,” David said patting his shoulder. “I know the works a lot more than it was at your old school, but… just get some rest.”
“Of course,” Kurt nodded as David walked away.
“He does that a lot,” Blaine frowned watching David walk away.
“Just get in,” Kurt hissed nodding his head towards the open door.
“Why does he touch you so much?”
Kurt looked around his room just to make sure his roommate wasn’t around. “What are you talking about?”
“He wrapped his arm around you yesterday at lunch,” Blaine said. “Then this morning he was practically sitting on your knee during the Warbler meeting.”
“You sound like a jealous lover,” Kurt remarked trying to make it sound like a joke, but Blaine wasn’t laughing.
“Maybe I am.”
“We aren’t lovers,” Kurt pointed out to Blaine.
“I’m sorry, but you’re the only person I’ve talked to in the last eighty-three years, you can’t blame me for being a little possessive. I like you.” Kurt stared at him stunned as Blaine stared right back at him. He had waited years to meet someone who liked him the same way he liked them and it turned out to be a ghost. “But you don’t like me,” Blaine added sighing.
“It’s not that,” Kurt told him. “It’s just…”
“It’s okay, I know,” Blaine said stopping Kurt from saying anything else. “I’m just a ghost, I get it.”
“You’re my best friend.” Blaine’s whole face lit up as Kurt explained his feeling to him. “I just wish things were different. I wish you weren’t… stuck.”
“I wish that too,” Blaine remarked sadly. “But then if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you now.”
“I should get started on my studying,” Kurt pointed out.
“Can I try something before I go?”
“Hold your hand up.” Kurt did what he asked and Blaine walked in front of him. “Close your eyes.” Kurt’s eyes fluttered closed without even having to think about it and his hand was suddenly enclosed with a coldness he’s never felt before. He opened his eyes to see Blaine’s hand covering his. The silence surrounded them both as they stared at their clasped hands.