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"What class is this?" I jumped nearly a foot in the air, dropping my pencil at the sound of Blaine's voice. The classmates around me gave me weird looks, but I was more worried about the dead guy standing behind me. "Kurt?"
My hand shot into the air. "Yes, Kurt?"
"Can I go to the bathroom?" My teacher nodded, and I made my way out of the room as quickly as I could, hoping Blaine would get the idea and follow me. I had almost made it to the bathroom when I saw a group of jocks in Letterman jackets approaching me, all with slushies in their hands. I took a step back only to find Blaine right behind me.
"Kurt, are you okay?" He asked, but it was too late. I had nowhere to go, and judging by the smirks on the guys' faces, they knew that too.
"Hey, fairy. What're you doing out of class?" One of them asked. "Do you need to go fix your make-up?"
"Just leave me alone."
They started to form a circle around me, each holding a slushie and smiling. "Now, Kurt. That's not a very nice thing to say."
"Yeah, we just wanted to give you a little present." They all started to laugh, and then I felt the cold slap of the ice against my face, my neck. I could feel it running down my shirt and the syrup was already stinging my eyes. I listened in a pained silence as their laughter got quieter as they walked away, though I didn't miss the slurs thrown my way as the last of them walked past me.
I made my way as quickly as I could to the nearest washroom. I didn't check to make sure Blaine was following; I didn't care if he was at this point. As soon as I got into the bathroom, I started to run the water. The syrup was starting to burn, I needed to get it out of my eyes.
"What was that?" I looked in the mirror above the sink and saw Blaine standing there.
"That was a day in the life of Kurt Hummel." I sighed, "Like I said, I'm gay. They don't like it."
"So they throw—what did they throw at you?"
"Slushie. It's a mixture of crushed ice and flavoured syrup." I splashed the now warm water in my face, rubbing my eyes to try and get it out. "It stings."
"That seems a bit unfair. Are there not rules against such a thing here?"
I turned around to try and get my head under the sink, knowing already I would probably have to go find Rachel. "Not unless a teacher catches them. Which doesn't happen."
I saw Blaine watching me, observing what I was doing. God, I didn't want him here. I didn't want him seeing me like this. I needed him to think I was strong if I ever wanted him to leave me alone and move on. If I looked helpless he was just going to take advantage of me.
"Look, you can't come to my school like that. I can't just start talking to thin air; people are going to think I'm crazy."
"They don't know you can see me?"
"Of course not. They wouldn't believe me even if I wanted to tell them." I let out a groan of frustration and stepped away from the sink. It was hopeless.
"Do you need help?" Blaine asked slowly, cautiously. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell him to leave, but I also really, really wanted the stuff out of my hair before it got all sticky. I nodded slowly and he paused to look around for a moment before spotting a chair in the corner. I had a feeling it was the one Puck used to spy on the girls in the bathroom, but when he pulled it over and told me to sit, I didn't argue.
I closed my eyes, letting the feel of the warm water flowing over my hair calm me. I didn't let myself worry about someone coming in and finding me, I just let it all happen. When I felt Blaine's fingers touch my hair, I jumped.
"Sorry," He apologized, immediately removing his hands.
"No, it's okay. I just… wasn't expecting it."
He nodded and continued what he was doing. I had to admit that it felt nice. "So that happens to you every day?"
"Almost every day, yeah. Usually I get off lucky and it's only one jock with one slushie, though." I sighed, "I'm the only out gay kid at school, I'm used to it."
"Is it still bad… to be gay?" Blaine asked slowly.
"No. Well, yes. Sort of?" I shrugged, "It's not frowned upon everywhere, people are starting to accept it. Hell, in Canada we can even get married. America's getting there, but I live in Ohio. It's a pretty close-minded place. Especially Lima."
"I see…"
"I know that you probably think I'm evil, too, though." I sighed, "At least you have a legitimate reason."
"I don't think your evil."
"But you do think there's something wrong with me, right?"
Blaine's hands stopped moving, and I opened my eyes so I could look up at him. "No… I don't."
He was silent for a moment before he smiled and stepped away. "I think it's all out of your hair now."
"Thanks," I muttered, standing up and feeling slightly awkward. "Look, I know I've probably been a bit harsh, but you can't pop up out of nowhere at school, okay?"
"Yes, I apologize. I let my curiosity get the best of me."
"It's okay; just… give me some warning if you're going to tag along, yeah?"
"Okay, cero." He smiled. And damn, he had a nice smile. I hated that I realized that, but it was so… warm, so comforting. I was starting to think he was okay. For a dead person, I mean.
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"It's nothing."
"No, what does it mean?" I asked, but he was already gone. Nope, I still hated the dead. They were so annoying.
. . . . .
By the time I walked into Glee at the end of the day, I was exhausted. Apparently my teachers had decided today was pop quiz day, because I had had one in every single class. To put it simply, I was looking forward to being able to just sit and do what I love for a bit.
"Hey, Kurt!" Rachel exclaimed happily as soon as I walked into the room. "How are you on this lovely day?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you going to sing today?" She asked, "Or do you want me to go first?"
"Yes, I'm going to sing Rachel," I sighed. We sat quietly—or, I did. She never really shuts up—and waited for the rest of our classmates to arrive. Mr. Schue came in five minutes after everyone arrived.
"Okay, who wants to go first?" He asked, smiling at us as if he wasn't late for the third time that week. I put my hand up quickly. "Kurt, awesome!"
I stood up and walked to the front of the classroom, nodding to the band and signalling them to start playing. The sounds of the acoustic guitar filled the room quickly as I waited for my queue to start singing.

I remember the tears streaming down your face
When I said, I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, don't leave me here alone
But all that's dead and gone passed tonight

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

I looked around at my classmates for a moment before my eyes landed on someone in the back corner of the room. Someone who hadn't been to school in a long time. I couldn't read his expression, but for some reason I wanted Blaine to like it.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light you'll be safe and sound

Just close your eyes you'll be alright
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound…

"That was great, Kurt," Mr. Schue said, clapping as he stood up and walked to the front of the room. He clapped me on the shoulder as a signal to sit down. I looked to the back corner in search of Blaine, but he was gone.
"Hey, Kurt, are you coming to the movies with us tonight?" Rachel asked when I sat down
"I don't know…"
"Please, Kurt, please?" She pouted at me, "We all really want you to come."
"Fine, Rach. I'll be there, okay?"
"Awesome!"
. . . .
I showed up at the theatre at seven to find everyone already there. Rachel was standing with Finn's arm around her shoulder. Their relationship still kind of grossed me out. She was so short in comparison; it almost looks like he was trying to use her as an arm rest.
"Hey Kurt!" Rachel exclaimed happily when she saw me. She skipped over and linked her arm through mine. "Okay, guys, we can go in now!"
Once we had all gotten our tickets and made our way into the theatre. We filled up the last row of the theatre, and I could see a few of the senior citizens that were already there giving us dirty looks. It was obvious they didn't want us to ruin their movie experience.
I zoned out of the conversations of the rest of the Glee club, staring at the advertisements on the large screen without really reading them. My mind kept wandering back to Blaine. He was… different than the other ghosts I'd met. He wasn't looking for something; he wasn't using me simply as a way of moving on. He wouldn't even tell me how he died or why he was here.
I felt Rachel grip tightly to my forearm, her nails digging into my skin. "Ow, Rachel, what the heck?"
"Kurt," She said under her breath. Her eyes were wide and she wouldn't loosen her grip, "Kurt look at the screen."
I gave her a confused look, but turned to face the screen again. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw what she was staring at. Because there, floating in mid-air in front of the screen, was a girl.
Now, normally ghosts will take the form of their healthiest point in life. They don't look like they did when they died; if someone got their head blown off they wouldn't be wandering around the afterlife headless. That's not how it worked. But the girl in front of the screen looked positively dreadful. Her hair was long and blonde, but it looked as if she was drenched in water. Her eyes seemed appeared to be sunken in and her clothes were ripped and tattered.
"Kurt you see her too, right?" Rachel hissed at me just as the opening credits for the movie started.
"No, Rachel, I'm completely blind. Of course I see her!"
"What do you think she's doing here?"
"I don't know," I sighed, "But I really don't want to go ask her."
"Neither do I… she looks kind of scary."
"Who does?" Finn asked from beside Rachel.
"Oh, just a friend of ours." He looked back to the screen, seemingly satisfied.
"Rachel we have to go find out what she wants."
"How?"
"I don't know, but we need to get her out of here somehow." I bit my lip, trying to think of something. "Look, Rach. You just find a way to get her out of the theatre. I'll deal with the rest."
"Kurt-"
"Rachel, just do it." I stood up and rushed down the steps, hurrying into the main lobby of the theatre. I didn't know how she was going to do it, but I knew Rachel would pull through. She always did, even if she was annoying at the best of times. Sure enough, I only had to wait ten minutes for the spirit to show up.
"What do you want?" She asked. Her voice was cold and raspy. It made my skin crawl, but I simply turned on my heel and walked out of the theatre. "Hey! Where are you going? I'm talking to you!"
I kept walking, knowing that she would follow after me. She was stubborn, I could tell that already. There was no doubt that she would want an answer. Sure enough, when I got outside and away from the public's leering eye and turned to face her, she was there.
"Oh, someone decided to finally talk to me?" She sneered, "God, I hate people like you."
"What do you want? What's stopping you from moving on?" I asked, choosing to ignore her comments.
"I'm not leaving. Not while he's with that skank."
"You're sticking around, looking like that, because of a boy?" I threw my hands up, "God I'm tired of having to deal with people like you. He's moved on; get over it."
"You bitch!" She shrieked, and before I could react I felt her hand connect with my cheek. The force behind it caused me to fall off-balance and I stumbled to the left.
"Ow," I said, reaching a hand up to rub at my cheekbone, "That hurt."
"Good!" She yelled, and then she was pulling her arm back again. This time she full-out punched me. Her fist collided with my eye, and I knew it would bruise. Now I was pissed off. No one messed with my flawless skin and got away with it. I surged forward and grabbed hold of the hair at the nape of her neck with one hand. She wailed in pain, and I knew I had her.
"You want to get violent?" I asked, "I've been dealing with ghosts like you for my entire life. I can pack a good punch. Oh, and just so you know? The same rules don't apply to the dead as they do to the living; I'm fully prepared to hit a girl if she's dead."
To back up my statement, I punched her in the stomach. Her eyes went wide and she started to cough. I let go of her hair and she fell to the pavement, glaring up at me for a moment before disappearing. I let out a sigh of relief. I really didn't want to get into it with her out here. It was too exposed, seeing that it was still fairly bright out. I took out my phone so I could text Rachel, knowing there was no way I would be able to go back into the theatre looking like I did. The ghost had managed to do some pretty good damage, for someone who was dead.
To: Rachel
Can you tell Finn he needs to find his own way home tonight? I can't come back in there.
From: Rachel
What happened?? Are you ok?? Do I need to come out there??
To: Rachel
I'm fine. She decided to get violent. Black eye.
From: Rachel
Are you sure you don't want me to come out there??
To: Rachel
YES. I'm just going to go home. Dad and Carole are out for dinner so I've got the house to myself for a bit.
From: Rachel
Unless Mr. Mysterious is there.
To: Rachel
Whoops, driving now. Can't text.
. . . . .
Unfortunately Rachel was right about Blaine being there when I got home. I found him sitting at the window seat with Philosopher's Stone in his hands.
"This book is so interesting," He said without looking up, "This young boy, Harry… He's quite interesting. I like the red-haired boy. Oh, what was his name?"
"Ron." I answered as I took off my shoes.
"Yes-" Blaine looked up and stopped speaking. In the span of about two seconds he'd placed the book down and was standing directly in front of me, fingertips grazing my cheekbone where I knew there were finger-shaped bruises from her slap. "What did you do, cero?"
"Nothing," I shrugged, "Bullies."
"Madre de Dio, I didn't know it was this bad…" He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards my bathroom, sitting me down on the edge of my bathtub and grabbing the cloth I kept next to the sink. He ran it under some cold water before turning back to me and dabbing at the right side of my face. "You should tell someone."
"No, it's fine. I got a few good hits in, too."
Blaine laughed, and I glared. "Sorry, but I doubt that. Those guys today were a lot bigger than you; you probably didn't do much damage."
I stuck my tongue out at him and folded my arms across my chest. He laughed again, but it wasn't a mocking laugh like what I was used to. It seemed like more of a "Oh-you're-so-silly" laugh, and I couldn't help but break a small smile, even if I didn't want to.
"Ah, he smiles!" Blaine exclaimed, throwing his arms up, "Someone call the Queen."
"Ha ha, you're so funny. Has anyone ever told you that? Seriously, you must've been a legend."
"Oh, I was." We both started to laugh again, and I realized that I hadn't laughed this hard in a really long time. Blaine, somehow, managed to cheer me up no matter what. Which was not good. I didn't like him. He was some dead guy who needed to get out of my room, he was not my friend.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"If you ever want me to, I don't know, teach those fools a lesson… I will." As I looked into his eyes, I realized that he was completely serious. All I had to do was ask him, and he would do it. It made me nervous, but yet I felt… safer.
I smiled at him, "Thanks, Blaine."

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"What class is this?" I jumped nearly a foot in the air, dropping my pencil at the sound of Blaine's voice. The classmates around me gave me weird looks, but I was more worried about the dead guy standing behind me. "Kurt?"
My hand shot into the air. "Yes, Kurt?"
"Can I go to the bathroom?" My teacher nodded, and I made my way out of the room as quickly as I could, hoping Blaine would get the idea and follow me. I had almost made it to the bathroom when I saw a group of jocks in Letterman jackets approaching me, all with slushies in their hands. I took a step back only to find Blaine right behind me.
"Kurt, are you okay?" He asked, but it was too late. I had nowhere to go, and judging by the smirks on the guys' faces, they knew that too.
"Hey, fairy. What're you doing out of class?" One of them asked. "Do you need to go fix your make-up?"
"Just leave me alone."
They started to form a circle around me, each holding a slushie and smiling. "Now, Kurt. That's not a very nice thing to say."
"Yeah, we just wanted to give you a little present." They all started to laugh, and then I felt the cold slap of the ice against my face, my neck. I could feel it running down my shirt and the syrup was already stinging my eyes. I listened in a pained silence as their laughter got quieter as they walked away, though I didn't miss the slurs thrown my way as the last of them walked past me.
I made my way as quickly as I could to the nearest washroom. I didn't check to make sure Blaine was following; I didn't care if he was at this point. As soon as I got into the bathroom, I started to run the water. The syrup was starting to burn, I needed to get it out of my eyes.
"What was that?" I looked in the mirror above the sink and saw Blaine standing there.
"That was a day in the life of Kurt Hummel." I sighed, "Like I said, I'm gay. They don't like it."
"So they throw—what did they throw at you?"
"Slushie. It's a mixture of crushed ice and flavoured syrup." I splashed the now warm water in my face, rubbing my eyes to try and get it out. "It stings."
"That seems a bit unfair. Are there not rules against such a thing here?"
I turned around to try and get my head under the sink, knowing already I would probably have to go find Rachel. "Not unless a teacher catches them. Which doesn't happen."
I saw Blaine watching me, observing what I was doing. God, I didn't want him here. I didn't want him seeing me like this. I needed him to think I was strong if I ever wanted him to leave me alone and move on. If I looked helpless he was just going to take advantage of me.
"Look, you can't come to my school like that. I can't just start talking to thin air; people are going to think I'm crazy."
"They don't know you can see me?"
"Of course not. They wouldn't believe me even if I wanted to tell them." I let out a groan of frustration and stepped away from the sink. It was hopeless.
"Do you need help?" Blaine asked slowly, cautiously. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell him to leave, but I also really, really wanted the stuff out of my hair before it got all sticky. I nodded slowly and he paused to look around for a moment before spotting a chair in the corner. I had a feeling it was the one Puck used to spy on the girls in the bathroom, but when he pulled it over and told me to sit, I didn't argue.
I closed my eyes, letting the feel of the warm water flowing over my hair calm me. I didn't let myself worry about someone coming in and finding me, I just let it all happen. When I felt Blaine's fingers touch my hair, I jumped.
"Sorry," He apologized, immediately removing his hands.
"No, it's okay. I just… wasn't expecting it."
He nodded and continued what he was doing. I had to admit that it felt nice. "So that happens to you every day?"
"Almost every day, yeah. Usually I get off lucky and it's only one jock with one slushie, though." I sighed, "I'm the only out gay kid at school, I'm used to it."
"Is it still bad… to be gay?" Blaine asked slowly.
"No. Well, yes. Sort of?" I shrugged, "It's not frowned upon everywhere, people are starting to accept it. Hell, in Canada we can even get married. America's getting there, but I live in Ohio. It's a pretty close-minded place. Especially Lima."
"I see…"
"I know that you probably think I'm evil, too, though." I sighed, "At least you have a legitimate reason."
"I don't think your evil."
"But you do think there's something wrong with me, right?"
Blaine's hands stopped moving, and I opened my eyes so I could look up at him. "No… I don't."
He was silent for a moment before he smiled and stepped away. "I think it's all out of your hair now."
"Thanks," I muttered, standing up and feeling slightly awkward. "Look, I know I've probably been a bit harsh, but you can't pop up out of nowhere at school, okay?"
"Yes, I apologize. I let my curiosity get the best of me."
"It's okay; just… give me some warning if you're going to tag along, yeah?"
"Okay, cero." He smiled. And damn, he had a nice smile. I hated that I realized that, but it was so… warm, so comforting. I was starting to think he was okay. For a dead person, I mean.
"Why do you keep saying that?"
"It's nothing."
"No, what does it mean?" I asked, but he was already gone. Nope, I still hated the dead. They were so annoying.
. . . . .
By the time I walked into Glee at the end of the day, I was exhausted. Apparently my teachers had decided today was pop quiz day, because I had had one in every single class. To put it simply, I was looking forward to being able to just sit and do what I love for a bit.
"Hey, Kurt!" Rachel exclaimed happily as soon as I walked into the room. "How are you on this lovely day?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you going to sing today?" She asked, "Or do you want me to go first?"
"Yes, I'm going to sing Rachel," I sighed. We sat quietly—or, I did. She never really shuts up—and waited for the rest of our classmates to arrive. Mr. Schue came in five minutes after everyone arrived.
"Okay, who wants to go first?" He asked, smiling at us as if he wasn't late for the third time that week. I put my hand up quickly. "Kurt, awesome!"
I stood up and walked to the front of the classroom, nodding to the band and signalling them to start playing. The sounds of the acoustic guitar filled the room quickly as I waited for my queue to start singing.

I remember the tears streaming down your face
When I said, I'll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, don't leave me here alone
But all that's dead and gone passed tonight

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound

I looked around at my classmates for a moment before my eyes landed on someone in the back corner of the room. Someone who hadn't been to school in a long time. I couldn't read his expression, but for some reason I wanted Blaine to like it.

Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You'll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light you'll be safe and sound

Just close your eyes you'll be alright
Come morning light
You and I'll be safe and sound…

"That was great, Kurt," Mr. Schue said, clapping as he stood up and walked to the front of the room. He clapped me on the shoulder as a signal to sit down. I looked to the back corner in search of Blaine, but he was gone.
"Hey, Kurt, are you coming to the movies with us tonight?" Rachel asked when I sat down
"I don't know…"
"Please, Kurt, please?" She pouted at me, "We all really want you to come."
"Fine, Rach. I'll be there, okay?"
"Awesome!"
. . . .
I showed up at the theatre at seven to find everyone already there. Rachel was standing with Finn's arm around her shoulder. Their relationship still kind of grossed me out. She was so short in comparison; it almost looks like he was trying to use her as an arm rest.
"Hey Kurt!" Rachel exclaimed happily when she saw me. She skipped over and linked her arm through mine. "Okay, guys, we can go in now!"
Once we had all gotten our tickets and made our way into the theatre. We filled up the last row of the theatre, and I could see a few of the senior citizens that were already there giving us dirty looks. It was obvious they didn't want us to ruin their movie experience.
I zoned out of the conversations of the rest of the Glee club, staring at the advertisements on the large screen without really reading them. My mind kept wandering back to Blaine. He was… different than the other ghosts I'd met. He wasn't looking for something; he wasn't using me simply as a way of moving on. He wouldn't even tell me how he died or why he was here.
I felt Rachel grip tightly to my forearm, her nails digging into my skin. "Ow, Rachel, what the heck?"
"Kurt," She said under her breath. Her eyes were wide and she wouldn't loosen her grip, "Kurt look at the screen."
I gave her a confused look, but turned to face the screen again. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw what she was staring at. Because there, floating in mid-air in front of the screen, was a girl.
Now, normally ghosts will take the form of their healthiest point in life. They don't look like they did when they died; if someone got their head blown off they wouldn't be wandering around the afterlife headless. That's not how it worked. But the girl in front of the screen looked positively dreadful. Her hair was long and blonde, but it looked as if she was drenched in water. Her eyes seemed appeared to be sunken in and her clothes were ripped and tattered.
"Kurt you see her too, right?" Rachel hissed at me just as the opening credits for the movie started.
"No, Rachel, I'm completely blind. Of course I see her!"
"What do you think she's doing here?"
"I don't know," I sighed, "But I really don't want to go ask her."
"Neither do I… she looks kind of scary."
"Who does?" Finn asked from beside Rachel.
"Oh, just a friend of ours." He looked back to the screen, seemingly satisfied.
"Rachel we have to go find out what she wants."
"How?"
"I don't know, but we need to get her out of here somehow." I bit my lip, trying to think of something. "Look, Rach. You just find a way to get her out of the theatre. I'll deal with the rest."
"Kurt-"
"Rachel, just do it." I stood up and rushed down the steps, hurrying into the main lobby of the theatre. I didn't know how she was going to do it, but I knew Rachel would pull through. She always did, even if she was annoying at the best of times. Sure enough, I only had to wait ten minutes for the spirit to show up.
"What do you want?" She asked. Her voice was cold and raspy. It made my skin crawl, but I simply turned on my heel and walked out of the theatre. "Hey! Where are you going? I'm talking to you!"
I kept walking, knowing that she would follow after me. She was stubborn, I could tell that already. There was no doubt that she would want an answer. Sure enough, when I got outside and away from the public's leering eye and turned to face her, she was there.
"Oh, someone decided to finally talk to me?" She sneered, "God, I hate people like you."
"What do you want? What's stopping you from moving on?" I asked, choosing to ignore her comments.
"I'm not leaving. Not while he's with that skank."
"You're sticking around, looking like that, because of a boy?" I threw my hands up, "God I'm tired of having to deal with people like you. He's moved on; get over it."
"You bitch!" She shrieked, and before I could react I felt her hand connect with my cheek. The force behind it caused me to fall off-balance and I stumbled to the left.
"Ow," I said, reaching a hand up to rub at my cheekbone, "That hurt."
"Good!" She yelled, and then she was pulling her arm back again. This time she full-out punched me. Her fist collided with my eye, and I knew it would bruise. Now I was pissed off. No one messed with my flawless skin and got away with it. I surged forward and grabbed hold of the hair at the nape of her neck with one hand. She wailed in pain, and I knew I had her.
"You want to get violent?" I asked, "I've been dealing with ghosts like you for my entire life. I can pack a good punch. Oh, and just so you know? The same rules don't apply to the dead as they do to the living; I'm fully prepared to hit a girl if she's dead."
To back up my statement, I punched her in the stomach. Her eyes went wide and she started to cough. I let go of her hair and she fell to the pavement, glaring up at me for a moment before disappearing. I let out a sigh of relief. I really didn't want to get into it with her out here. It was too exposed, seeing that it was still fairly bright out. I took out my phone so I could text Rachel, knowing there was no way I would be able to go back into the theatre looking like I did. The ghost had managed to do some pretty good damage, for someone who was dead.
To: Rachel
Can you tell Finn he needs to find his own way home tonight? I can't come back in there.
From: Rachel
What happened?? Are you ok?? Do I need to come out there??
To: Rachel
I'm fine. She decided to get violent. Black eye.
From: Rachel
Are you sure you don't want me to come out there??
To: Rachel
YES. I'm just going to go home. Dad and Carole are out for dinner so I've got the house to myself for a bit.
From: Rachel
Unless Mr. Mysterious is there.
To: Rachel
Whoops, driving now. Can't text.
. . . . .
Unfortunately Rachel was right about Blaine being there when I got home. I found him sitting at the window seat with Philosopher's Stone in his hands.
"This book is so interesting," He said without looking up, "This young boy, Harry… He's quite interesting. I like the red-haired boy. Oh, what was his name?"
"Ron." I answered as I took off my shoes.
"Yes-" Blaine looked up and stopped speaking. In the span of about two seconds he'd placed the book down and was standing directly in front of me, fingertips grazing my cheekbone where I knew there were finger-shaped bruises from her slap. "What did you do, cero?"
"Nothing," I shrugged, "Bullies."
"Madre de Dio, I didn't know it was this bad…" He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards my bathroom, sitting me down on the edge of my bathtub and grabbing the cloth I kept next to the sink. He ran it under some cold water before turning back to me and dabbing at the right side of my face. "You should tell someone."
"No, it's fine. I got a few good hits in, too."
Blaine laughed, and I glared. "Sorry, but I doubt that. Those guys today were a lot bigger than you; you probably didn't do much damage."
I stuck my tongue out at him and folded my arms across my chest. He laughed again, but it wasn't a mocking laugh like what I was used to. It seemed like more of a "Oh-you're-so-silly" laugh, and I couldn't help but break a small smile, even if I didn't want to.
"Ah, he smiles!" Blaine exclaimed, throwing his arms up, "Someone call the Queen."
"Ha ha, you're so funny. Has anyone ever told you that? Seriously, you must've been a legend."
"Oh, I was." We both started to laugh again, and I realized that I hadn't laughed this hard in a really long time. Blaine, somehow, managed to cheer me up no matter what. Which was not good. I didn't like him. He was some dead guy who needed to get out of my room, he was not my friend.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"If you ever want me to, I don't know, teach those fools a lesson… I will." As I looked into his eyes, I realized that he was completely serious. All I had to do was ask him, and he would do it. It made me nervous, but yet I felt… safer.
I smiled at him, "Thanks, Blaine."