Hey guys, I'm back! Yay! This is my first time writing anything for Kurtofsky, so I hope you enjoy! =D

Do You Feel He's Still Real?

Love It's Just Not So

Why Is It You Still Believe?

Do You Dream Or Do You Grieve?

You've Got To Let Him Go

"Dave...I have to tell you something," Kurt whispered, looking around the hallway to see if anyone was watching him.

Dave turned around and looked at Kurt concerned. The smaller boy looked so worried. Paler than usual and frantic. "What's wrong Kurt?" Dave asked. He thought it was because he was embarrassed being seen with him in his Bully Whips outfit. Granted, he felt ridiculous himself, but that didn't mean that Kurt had to be embarrassed.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and looked down at the ground, hugging his books tighter to himself. After a few seconds he looked up, tears in his eyes. "I think I'm insane..." Kurt whispered.

Dave looked around the hall nervously. If Kurt started crying people would think it was because of him. He didn't need the Glee Club coming down on him for something he actually didn't do this time. "Um...Why do you think that?" He asked cautiously. Why was Kurt talking to him about this? Didn't he have a boyfriend or something?

"Because I...I can see dead people," Kurt whispered, leaning forward toward Dave slightly.

Taken aback, David chuckled. "What are you talking about Hummel?"

"You! You're dead. And I'm talking to you..." he whispered.

Dave smiled and started laughing. "You're not serious, are you? I'm not dead...I'm right here!"

Kurt shook his head and started crying slightly. "You're dead. You killed yourself before I came back to McKinley," Kurt said, looking down at the ground again.

Dave chuckled. "How could I have killed myself if I'm talk to you right now?"

"That's why I'm insane..." Kurt mumbled. "When...They called my dad and told him what happened. And then, we came in to talk to Principle Figgins...You were there. You were sitting right there the whole time. Your dad...He was talking to you. To you. I didn't want to believe them...But Dave, you're dad...I know that now," Kurt whispered.

He couldn't help but laugh. Kurt was being insane. They were talking right now. They had been talking for about a month now. How could he be dead if they were still talking? And if he rally was dead, why Kurt of all people? "You are insane Hummel. But not because you see 'dead' people," Dave said, looking around the hallway nervously again. A few people were shooting Kurt concerned glances, but luckily no one was even looking at Dave.

"You are such an idiot!" Kurt yelled at Dave. "You are dead! I saw your body with the bullet hole in the side of your head!" Kurt yelled, sobbing and dropping his books.

Realization hit Dave like a ton of bricks. The reason why people weren't looking at him was because they couldn't see him. They thought that Kurt was talking talking to himself. They thought the pale boy was insane. Maybe he was.

"Why are you here?" Kurt whispered softly.

Dave opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Why was he here? And why could only Kurt see him? He turned around and pressed his back to the lockers. He couldn't look at Kurt right now. It hurt him too much. "I think...I think it's because of you," Dave said softly, not looking at the smaller boy. "I love you Kurt," he whispered.

Kurt sobbed again and closed his eyes. "I love you too, Dave, but you can't stay. You need to go..." he said, shaking his head.

Dave turned to look at the smaller boy. There was nothing more beautiful than hearing those words pass Kurt's lips. After everything that Dave had done to him, Kurt still loved him. He turned around reached out to touch the smaller boy's cheek. But, his hand passed through him. Dave couldn't touch him. Not any more. I love you...enough to let you go... Dave thought. He closed his eyes for a minute before opening them and taking a few steps forward, walking through Kurt.

When Kurt opened his eyes again, Dave was gone. The hallway was empty except for him, and a pile of books at his feet.