This is dedicated to Stephanie, my best friend, who I too, would give up my world to, if she ever needed me. 8) (Early Six-Year Wedding Anniversary Gift, Best Six Years Of My Life)

Kurt is swept off his feet when Blaine finally gets the 'courage' to ask Kurt out. And they fall in love disgustingly fast. Kurt finds he is finally living his dream, and every thing is starting to work out. Wrong. Kurt recieves a call, one of those early-hour-of-the-morning-someone-better-be-dead calls.
And someone is. Blaine is killed in a car accident, whilst driving to Kurts to surprise him. Dead on impact. And Kurts world is turned upside-down. Spiriling into a deep depression.

Blaine however, meets an interesting character in heaven, and with the help of Kurt's mom, he is given three days to convince Kurt to marry him. But there's a catch. Just like the little mermaid (Blaine's favourtie, oh the irony of it!) Blaine finds himself voiceless. So Blaine has to ask Kurt to marry him, and do so, without being to actually ask.

Turns out Blaine isn't the only one to die in the crash either, taking out David Karofsky in the process (Dave's fault) And he is here to make things twice as hard for Blaine. If Blaine can convince Kurt he can stay with him, live once more, and regain his voice.

But can Kurt Hummel be 'tied-down'?
Will the return of his recently deceased love be too much?
How will Blaine manage ask Kurt?

Inspired by Disney's classic 'The Little Mermaid' And Tim Burton's 'The Corpse Bride'
And my demented imagination.

All this and more in:

'Three Days To Forever'

By Jaydee 'Cyanide-Pansy'

Chapter One.

'A Life Worth Living'

~oOo~

If you had of asked Kurt Hummel, if he believed in true love at first sight three months ago, he would have laughed bitterly in your face. But if you asked him today, he would have swooned like a thirteen year old girl. (AN:Swooned, what was he in the 40s?)

Kurt Hummel had been dating Blaine Anderson for just over three months and it was fair to say, the pair were madly in love.

So much in love, that Blaine had even transferred from Dalton Academy, to William McKinley High, despite the bullying that would entail, just to be that much closer to Kurt. Most people would find the pair disgustingly adorable; some people would just choose to ignore them altogether. They fell in love so fast; they hardly spent time with anyone else.

But this isn't a re-cap of how swell things were for our favorite couple. This isn't some ramble about how they ran off together in the sunset, fighting the evil in the world, one homophobe at a time. (AN: SUPER KLAINE!)
No, Kurt and Blaine were just two normal teenage boys. Leading normalish lives. Shit happened.

And one day, on an early spring morning, some serious shit happened.

~oOo~

Three Day's Prior The Ultimate Challenge

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Blaine smiled contently to himself, as he sat behind the wheel of his black SUV. His hands tightly holding the steering wheel as he drove.
Considering the early hour of the morning, Blaine Anderson, not at all a morning person, was incredibly happy. Probably because he was driving to Kurt's house.

At 5:30 in the morning, on a Monday.

He wanted to make Kurt breakfast in bed, as a surprise and he had prior organized with Burt, Kurt's dad. He just had to pick up a few more low-fat ingredients for the surprise from the supermarket and had just under twenty minutes to get to Kurt's place, and start cooking, before his alarm, which would go off at six.

Blaine pulled his car into the supermarket (AN: It's Where 'SUPER KLAINE' Shops, Biartch!) car park and ran hastily into the store. He ran down all of the aisles, picking up sugar-less maple syrup, fair trade products, and sugar substitutes. Although he didn't eat any of this stuff, he knew it was important to Kurt, and Blaine would do anything to see his Kurt smile. Blaine loved Kurt's smile. It made his heart swell and beat at twice the rate.

As he fast walked to the counter, he caught sight of a 'Redvines' display, and allowed himself to become slightly distracted by their epic goodness.

By the time he was checked and bagged, it was ten to six.

"Shit" Blaine muttered, as he checked his watch, throwing all of the bags into the boot, and revving up the car. As he pulled up to the exit, he checked both ways down the road. For the early hour of the day, there were a surprising amount of other cars on the road.

After sitting at the intersection for some time, Blaine finally spotted a big enough space to pull in. But as he pulled out, the car approaching him sped up.

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The phone rang at the Hummel-Hudson residence somewhere around 6:30. Kurt rolled over and glared at the source of the noise, as Kurt had failed to get up at his usual time, the sound of the phone sent him in a mini rage.

"Some one better be dead!" Kurt shouted, as he reached for his phone. He was met by a very hysterical Mrs. Anderson.

"Kurt-oh Kurt, " She sobbed. Kurt's stomach did a back flip, his heart felt heavy in his chest, like someone had replaced it with a boulder in his sleep. Something wasn t right. Far from right.

More sobbing could be heard, and then there was the sound of fumblling as the phone was handed over. Kurt remained patient as he waited for someone to speak. He had a bad feeling about this phone call.

"Hello Kurt, it's me, Hugh Anderson, sorry Priscilla's in a bit of a state. Look son, there's no easy way to say this, there s been an accident..."

"Blaine- " Kurt murmured. Oh shit, whats wrong with Blaine.

"Yes, Kurt, I'm so sorry. He died upon impact." Hugh tried to break the news in one of his usual business like tones, but Blaine wasn't business, or someones job. He was his own blood and flesh. His dead blood and flesh now.

"No, no, no, no, no-" Kurt screamed, as Burt came running down the basement stairs to grab his son, who was now in hysterics. Burt pried the phone from Kurt's hands and spoke softly.

"Hello, this is Burt, Kurt's father, whom am I speaking to?"

"Hi, this is Hugh Anderson, Blaine's father", The word Blaine sending another sob from the older man.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Blaine was killed in a car accident just under an hour ago, I was just informing Kurt. Some dumb-ass ploughed his car into Blaine's SUV as he pulled out of the supermarket on the way to yours; apparently the boy went to Blaine and Kurt's school, uh, what was his name? David. Karofsky. He also died upon impact. I promise I will keep in contact with Kurt as we find out more, I'm so sorry to be the bearer of this news, we just thought he'd want to know."

"Yes, I'm sorry for your loss, feel free to come by if you need anything", Burt knew too well what the Anderson's must be going through, and knew that it was the customary offer to give in such a time.

"Thank-you, goodbye."

"Bye."

Burt turned to look at his son, those piercing blue eyes filled with such pain for the second time in his life. He had just lost another important part of his life, and this just wasn t fair.

~oOo~

Blaine's main concern was getting to Kurt.

But he was trapped in a white room.

"I must be dreaming", Blaine told himself, proceeding to pinch himself, as he got to his feet.
"I need to get to Kurt's to surprise him!" Blaine mumbled, looking around for an exit. Patting down the walls for a door.

"You're not going anywhere." A voice from behind him spoke softly, reaching out to him.

Blaine turned to find the source of the voice, and without being cliche, as he was in heaven afterall, he was met by an angel.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. With her soft hazelnut colored hair and piercing blue eyes, that reminded him of Kurt.

"Where am I?"

"You're in heaven darling," The woman told him. "I've been watching you for a while dear, I'm so glad to meet you, although I wish it was on other terms."

"Who are you?" Blaine asked, curious.

"My name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Hummel."

Blaine's jaw hit the floor. How was Kurt's mother standing in front of him, this was some seriously messed up dream. But it can't be a dream? He remembered so vividly getting up and going to the store, and heading to Kurt's house.

"Sweetie, don't panic, but you never made it to Kurt's. You were in an accident, I'm so sorry darling, you didn't make it." Elizabeth informed him, keeping an even tone.

"Kurt?" Blaine murmured, his eyes filling with tears.

"'ll take you to him now," Elizabeth took Blaine's calloused hand and led him to Kurt.

~oOo~

Kurt was being held tightly by Burt, while Burt talked on a cell phone.
When Burt spoke:

"Yes, I'm sorry for your loss, feel free to come by if you need anything,"

"Bye."

Burt turned to look at his son, and took in his pain filled eyes.

Blaine couldn't take this. He hadn't been gone an hour, and he already needed to be with Kurt, as if Kurt was more important than air itself. (AN: It's not as if he even needs air anymore, he is dead after all!)

Kurt gulped audibly and softly asked his father, "Please tell me I'm dreaming? Dad I can't live without him."

And the sobbing commenced.

Blaine reached desperately out to touch Kurt, he went to lay his hand on his shoulder as he sobbed into his fathers chest, but his hand just went through him. He was merely swiping at the air.

Kurt shuddered, as if he could feel Blaine's presence in the room.

Must be a draft, Kurt told himself.

Burt wished he could tell Kurt everything would be okay, but even he knew, things weren't going to be so dandy for Kurt anymore.

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If It Makes You Feel Any Better (About Hating Me For Killing Blaine) We Had To Call The Fire Brigade And Were Evacuated From Our House While I Was Writing This. Hahahahahaha.

Good Times.

xxxxxx

Jaydee