A/n This is my first story so go easy on me and please review. And I don't own glee.
Kurt's P.O.V
I walk in the grave yard and starts to walk the all too familiar path to my dead lover's grave. As I walk up to my dead lover's grave I wonder what I ever did that made me deserve this punishment. I sit down silently and run my fingers over the letters on the grave reciting them out loud.
Blaine born 2/5/1987 died 11/26/2010 beloved son and boyfriend
Kurt places Blaine favorite flowers on his grave: violets and white roses. He feels his own soft tears roll down his cheek remembering the day Blaine died.
~flashback~
They were sitting in a coffee shop with their knees touching and he lets his hand lay on Blaine's knee. Blaine looked up at him smiling and touches his cheek."Kurt have you ever thought about what would happen if we got married" asks my perfect boyfriend Blaine. I smile and response "Of course that crosses my mind a lot." Blaine starts laughing and I wonder what he is laughing at "what are you laughing at?" I asks wondering if it's something wrong with his appearance and starts to pull a mirror out of his bag. Blaine keeps laughing and response "Kurt there is nothing wrong with your appearance I was just thinking of what would happen if one of us decided to wear a dress on our wedding day." I slightly blushes as I put the mirror away and softly mutter "ohhh." Suddenly I heard the sound of a gun shooting and turns around to see a tall darkly shady looking man standing in the front of the coffee shop and shouts out "If anyone moves I'll shot them". I look at Blaine scared for both of our lives. Blaine looks at me like I got this as he stands up and yells at dude with the gun "Get out. There is no reason for you to be here." The guy comes closer to Blaine and says with a smirk on his face "Nobody is going to stop me." He raises the gun and shot Blaine in the middle of his chest and runs out of the shop. "Blaine!" I shout seeing the blood flow out of his chest. I call an ambulance to show up and they said they would come in a few minutes but I still sit here worried and wondering if my perfect boyfriend was going to live. A few minutes have passed by even though it felt like hours and I see the paramedics run though the door and over to where I am kneeled at. I see them try to revive my wonderful boyfriend. I see his eyes open for a minute and run to him. "Blaine." I say as I run my fingers though his hair. "Kurt" he says quietly "I love you." Then I watch his eyes close again and I start crying praying that the paramedics can bring Blaine back to me. A few more minutes pass and I see the look on all the doctors faces. Sadness. Suddenly they all stop working on Blaine and one of them slowly walks towards me to tell me the words I never wanted to hear in my life "I'm sorry but he's gone. Was he family or something?" I started to cry and wish for my boyfriend back. I faintly say to the paramedic standing in front of me "he was my boyfriend." I see the paramedic person standing in front of me face fall flat and say "I'm so sorry" and quietly walked away. I faintly see them walk away through my tears and look at my dead boyfriend and wish for him to come back to me.
~end flashback~
I sit there crying on my dead boyfriend's grave wishing for him to come back. Why did I deserve this? Why must I suffer through this. I guess life for a gay person is a cruel unforgiving life. When something good finally happens someone has rip it away from me. Why must you take away my boyfriend you cruel world. Why do you do this to me? I remain at my lover's grave crying and hope I can find someone as good as Blaine was to me. I hope to find someone to love again.