A/N: So this is my first fanfiction, so please no flames! I really love tragedy fanfics with Klaine so I decided to write one! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
As Blaine stares blankly at the TV screen all he can feel is pain. Though he has nothing to live for, he cannot bring himself to cry. Because Kurt would not have wanted him to. He had to stay strong... for Kurt. No matter what people said, Kurt was still here, somehow. He just knew it. He would look up sometimes, to be greeted by the warm, loving stare of his love. He would talk to him sometimes, talk about what their wedding would have been like, what they could've accomplished together. Blaine may let a tear or two escape. But only two, because he has to stay strong. If not for himself then for Kurt. Because that's what he lived for, right? And even though he knew his boyfriend still graced his presence he was always brought back to the funeral, where Kurt looked so cold, so lifeless, so... dead.
There was a line leading to the coffin. A line of mourning family and friends paying their respect to the lovely boy. And though it seemed to be only a few people in front of him, Blaine felt like the line stretched on forever. It was haunting. Though he couldn't say he was excited to once again witness his boyfriends chilling, yet enchantingly beautiful face. And now it was his time. His time to thank Kurt... for everything. He stared at the peaceful face and time seemed to freeze, though Blaine couldn't help but think bitterly that this was not the right time. Why couldn't these moments of forever occur the seconds before he lost his love? Why couldn't time freeze itself in the endless amount of glory before it was too late? He prayed to hold Kurt one last time. Was that too much to ask?
Life was brought back to reality, for a breeze had picked up around him. And yet, it being late fall, the breeze was almost... warm. He practically felt the love radiating through him. Now was his moment. He slipped the elegant diamond engagement ring out of his coat pocket, before gently caressing his boyfriends hand in his own. And he gasped loudly at the coldness, because Kurt's hand was always so warm. He slid the ring on his finger. A perfect fit, just like he had thought. It glistened against the smooth white skin, the diamond catching the light just right. And for the first time in two weeks Blaine actually smiled. Because it felt right. Kurt would have wanted him to smile. He pulled Kurt's hand to his face, and lightly pressed his lips to the back of his hand. The skin was still smooth, but still so cold. The moment was hauntingly chilling, yet beautiful for some reason. It felt... right. "I love you. Forever and always, darling". He whispered. And even though he knew he would never truly have to suffer the endless darkness of loneliness alone, he had still been counting on forever.