"Kurt! KURT! Where are you!" I was running around the Hudmel household in search of my fiancé. Mr. Shue had just told us the news. To me it was like the world had stopped. Sure Finn and I had had there differences but I loved Finn. I had ran to the house that was like my second home the minute mr. Shue said Kurt, Rachael and Santana were in Lima. I heard sobs echo threw the house and followed the sound. I found Kurt in the door step of Finns old room, with Finns old letterman jacket wrapped tightly around him. "Blaine?" He turned around and I saw his red puffy eyes. "Kurt, ohh your okay, your okay. I'm here." I gathered my best friend into my arms a second before his knees collapsed. We sunk to the floor as Kurt's tears stained my shirt. "IT WAS A FUCKING CAR! DRIVEN BY A DRUNK TEENAGER! Just like my mommy..." He screamed. "WHY HIM! WHY MY BROTHER!" Memories flashed threw my mind. Meeting Finn with his big goofy smile. Coming in this very room as Kurt's boyfriend for the first time. Singing Man in the Mirror. And even those rough times in New York and after. When we were parted from our loved ones. I could of been minutes, hours, or even days before I heard a familiar clomping of boots. Kurt trained his eye on something over my shoulder. Behind me was Burt in the same state as his son. "Daddy" Kurt whimpered. Burt rushed over and engulfed us in a hug. After that a hazily remember carrying a now sleeping Kurt into his room and lying down with him. The rest was just a blur.
A/N so who is totally not ready for the Quarterback?