I dreamed that love would never die...

[hummdrumlife]

Who: Blaine and Kurt
What: My mum is a ghost :(
Where: The Wes/D/Kurt household
When: Sunset
Rating: PG?
Status: Closed/Incomplete

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[keepcalmwarblon]

Blaine was anxious when he picked up his buzzing cell phone and saw the '911' from Kurt flash onto the screen. When he tried to call back three times only to be greeted with Kurt's voicemail, he started to panic. They couldn't take chances in this place. Never again.

He kept his phone gripped in his hand so he could try again along the way, and he bolted out of the cabin and into town. He expected to have to pound on Wes's door, screaming and yelling for Kurt. In fact, he had his thumb poised over Wes's name in his contact list even as the house came into view.

The sight that greeted him in the yard stopped him. Flowers... tons and tons of flowers... were they growing? Right before his eyes? He could swear he heard music, a sound that somehow started to calm his racing heart before he remembered the text and why he was so afraid

[hummdrumlife]

Kurt's eyes flicker open to stare into Blaine's, his own somehow brighter than they've ever been before. The wind stops buffeting Blaine and envelops him, wrapping the two up in a mini-cyclone that smells of lilies and sounds like a woman singing a lullaby.

"It's her," he whispers to Blaine, still crying silently and calmly. He lets the portrait fall down away from his chest and he goes to hold it out to him and then breathes in as the wind picks it up and floats it between them.

[keepcalmwarblon]

"Her..." Blaine shook his head, but then he saw it. The picture... the floating picture. Kurt had showed him that picture once, a few months after they'd become friends. He remembered knowing how significant it was that Kurt was sharing it with him, knowing it meant he had a special place in Kurt's life.

"Kurt... your mother? She's here?" he whispered it, needlessly, thinking back on every strange little occurrence in the last few weeks, the mishaps and coincidences that Kurt had tried to brush off but had been shaken so deeply by. And now here, in Wes's front yard, impossibly full of lilies and song, and a portrait floating impossibly into Blaine's hands... however impossible, there was no doubt left and no other explanations to consider. He reached a hand to touch Kurt's cheek with his free hand, willing him to talk because he wasn't sure what else to do.

[hummdrumlife]

He smiled up into the air around them.

"Mom... this is Blaine. Blaine, mom."

There was a soft sound in the wind, almost like a laugh, and Blaine's tie flipped up into the air in front of him. Kurt put his hand over top of Blaine's and looked over into his eyes again, smiling tearfully. "I think she likes the outfit."