AN: Warning! Please read: This story contains MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, some implied suicidal thoughts, depression, and some language. It's a dark story, so please, heed my warning now, and leave if these things will bother you. For those of you who decide to stay, you're probably going to want some tissues, this one is sure to be a tearjerker. Also, song is Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, obviously.

Chapter 1

It was the first night of summer, and Blaine Anderson had decided several weeks in advance that he and Kurt needed to go out and celebrate. Neither had drank any that night, Kurt because he was the driver, and Blaine because he "wanted to remember every minute of it." Currently, Blaine was beaming as he listened to the car radio.

"Kurt, this is our song!" Blaine exclaimed happily, turning the radio dial excitedly.

You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on
You Think I'm funny, when I get the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down
Down

Kurt smiled as he glanced over at his boyfriend, who'd begun to sing along joyfully.

Before you met me, I was alright but things were kind of heavy
You brought me to life now every February,
You'll be my valentine
Valentine

"I'm so happy", Blaine laughed, "Schools out for the summer, and Kurt, you've graduated! And we can do anything this summer, you know."

Kurt laughed, "And after that, since NYADA's out of the picture."

"Kurt, no", Blaine replied, "you're going to get in. One way or another, we'll find a way. It's your dream, and I'm not letting you give up on it."

"Well, whatever happens, I have at least a semester before I can get in", Kurt sighed, "but hey, at least that's more time to spend with you."

Blaine grinned before exclaiming, "I love this part."

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

Blaine turned to his boyfriend, heart fluttering in his chest. Kurt glanced at him, smiling wide and for a moment, Blaine completely lost track of reality, engrossed in a shining world occupied only be him, Kurt, and the vast expanse of possibility reaching out before them. He was brought back to reality when Kurt's face suddenly fell, eyes widening as his head whipped around to face the road. Blaine's gaze followed, and all he could see was a pair of blinding headlights speeding toward them. He heard the sound of metal impacting on metal and then, the world went dark.

The world was dark. Blaine was aware of a hand wrapped firmly around his, but otherwise, he was lost. There was a dull ache resonating throughout his body, and he struggled to piece together what was going on.

It took a moment for him to finally pry his eyes open, and when he did, he found himself greeted by a stark white ceiling that slowly came into focus. He let out a low groan, and felt the hand shift, giving his a gentle squeeze.

"Blaine, can you hear me?" the voice was distorted, as if they entire room were underwater, and Blaine's muddled state left him unable to fully comprehend the words' meaning. His eyes fluttered, and suddenly, he began to feel himself begin to float away. The hand that had been anchoring him to reality began to fail, and soon, he was drifting back into the darkness.

The next time Blaine awoke, things came back quicker. He opened his eyes, and again, was greeted by the same white ceiling. He flexed his hand to find the other was still grasping it.

"Blaine, baby, can you hear me?"

"Wha..." was all he managed to get out. His mouth and throat were painfully dry, and he was still too confused to form a coherent sentence.

"Blaine, baby, its momma...can you hear me baby?"

"Mmmomm..." he moaned, turning his head to find her seated beside him, clasping his hand in hers.

"Blaine", she looked awful. Her hair was a mess, her face was void of makeup, and her tear swollen eyes were underlined by heavy bags.

"W...where...?" Blaine mumbled.

"The hospital, squirt".

Blaine turned his head to see another person standing on the side opposite his mother.

"C...Coop?"

"You gave us a scare, Blainey", Cooper smiled in relief.

"Wha... wha...happen'd?" Blaine managed. Sensing his discomfort, Cooper pressed a straw to his brother's lips.

"It's water", he clarified.

Blaine took a relieved sip, and then another.

"Careful baby", his mother cautioned softly.

Blaine finished, and Cooper withdrew the cup.

"What happened", Blaine repeated.

"You were in an accident baby", his mother said gently, "you've been out for two days. The doctor said you had several broken ribs and internal bleeding. They had to operate, but you're going to be alright."

Blaine let the words sink in, before a sudden thought occurred to him.

"Is Kurt here?" he asked, glancing around.

Mrs. Anderson put a hand over her mouth, suppressing a noise that sounded disturbingly like a sob.

"Blaine..." Cooper started, "Kurt..."

"Kurt was driving, remember?" his mom asked.

Blaine nodded, "is he okay?"

"Blaine..." his mother fought back another sound, tear filling her eyes.

"Blaine", Cooper finished, "Kurt...he didn't make it. He...he's gone."

Blaine stared at him, unable to put the sentence together. Gone? Gone where? Not gone gone, surely not gone gone.

"Blaine", his mother cried, "baby... I'm so sorry."

"No", Blaine stated plainly, shaking his head, "no...no he can't be gone. I mean, we were both in the car right, and...and if I'm okay, he has to be too right? Right?"

"Blaine..." Cooper told him softly.

"He has to be okay...", Blaine babbled, "he...we were..."

"He was dead when they got him here..." Cooper explained, "they tried to revive him, but..."

"He...can't be...gone", Blaine felt hot tears prick in his eyes.

"Blaine, I know..."

"No", Blaine shouted, "no, no. You're lying. He's okay, he's okay. Where is he?"

"Blaine", his mother gasped.

"Where. Is. He", Blaine demanded.

"He's gone Blainey", his mother sobbed, "he's gone."

Blaine stared at her, opening and closing his mouth, unable to find anything to say. His heart was pounding in his chest, evident to all by the sudden increased beeping of the heart monitor. He took in deep breaths, trying to calm himself, but it was futile. A door opened and a nurse scuttled into the room.

"No...no, it's okay", Mrs. Anderson assured her.

The nurse ignored her, and quickly administered something into the IV drip feeding into the needle in Blaine's hand.

Blaine felt the drugs creep up into his veins, and his thoughts began to muddle once more. It wasn't long before his eyes began to grow heavy, and soon, he was being lulled back into the darkness.