The night was magnificent. Everything was set to perfect. The tone was calm, while also keeping the lovers on their heels.
The way the soft fabric felt against their palms. The way their feet moved to the slow, but steady beat. The way the people watched them, wanting their love. Pure jealousy in their hearts.
The love in their eyes was unmistakeable. As if they were the only two in the world. Everything was going wonderful, until a single gunshot was fired.
A single scream aroused from the crowd. One filled with terror and fright. One that came from none other than Blaine Anderson.
Blaine Anderson was a kind man. Never did anything wrong. Never watched a being suffer. Wanted to help others. So why would anyone shoot this poor man?
Most don't know the story. Of the man who lived two lives. He loved two beings. Anyone could see a problem in that, right? Well Blaine Anderson just couldn't seem to choose, so he didn't.
Mr. Hummel wanted to pay. He loved this man dearly. He was insane. Said he would kill him with the cause of his love. Well that is just what he did.
Blaine Anderson lie there, dead as a doornail. He watched him. Mr. Evans. Filled with shock. Why would anyone hurt this man.
What a fool Evans was. He always doubted Mr. Anderson doing anything wrong. He assumed the best in people. But sometimes that ignorance doesn't always work out. In this case, his love was gone. Lost forever.
This wasn't the last part of Mr. Hummel's plan. He wouldn't leave Mr. Anderson alone up in the heavens. No, he would not let that happen.
No one was expecting it. No one saw it coming. They thought he had left them all. No. He wouldn't let it go without a fight.
He stood up, walked over to the gun, a fired a single bullet through his head.
He fell with a loud bang. The crowd could not believe what they were seeing. Not just a few minutes ago the couple was dancing. Now, he was shooting him.
He smiled at success and looked up at Mr. Hummel. He had thought everything would be okay now. He walked up the long dark staircase and met him.
Their lips met, gasping for more. The kiss lasted for only a few seconds, before Mr. Anderson fell down dead.