AN: Hi, I'm Lilly.
I honestly hope you like this story as much as I'm liking it right now.
Blaine was his everything. Kurt was his everything.
Ever since they met at Dalton, it was like Blaine had met his soulmate.
The weeks that passed before Kurt transferred to Dalton, a happening that Blaine didn't see coming, did wonders for their friendship. They grew a "best friend" type relationship, since they were always open to going for a coffee, even though Lima and Westerville were two hours away from each other. Blaine missed him every second of the day, getting to levels where he'd text him after getting out of every class, when he went to have lunch..
Having Kurt transfer, was like being attached at the hip. It only took them two months to realize they were meant to be more than just friends.
But that had only been the beginning.
Kurt had been happily engaged to Blaine since they were both 17.
Blaine had gone to Columbia to major in marketing and Kurt had gone to Parsons to study fashion design.
Since they were both in New York, it was like they had never left Dalton. They'd meet for lunch, coffee, movie trips, shopping, everything.
Even though they were engaged, Kurt insisted they should live in different apartments, each closer to their respective school. It was Kurt's own little way of living apart until they got officially married.
Blaine always called Kurt in the mornings to wake him up and in the nights to wish him sweet dreams.
They had agreed to get married as soon as they were both done with college and their parents were okay with the idea.
Blaine had just been let known by the dean's office when the graduating ceremony was taking place.
Kurt was at Ohio, visiting his parents and Blaine just couldn't tell him over the phone. He had to see him in person.
He drove all the way from New York to Lima and bought a flower bouquet on the way. It was one of his many romantic tricks.
He parked outside the Hummel house and got to the front door.
He knocked twice but apparently no one was home. He knew exactly where the spare key was, so he decided to wait for their return inside.
What neither of them knew was that all that they had lived up until that day and all their plans for their future were coming to an end. One of those sad endings that shouldn't happen, but they still did.
Blaine had been born with a defect in his heart, a heart murmur. It had never really given him trouble. When he was a kid, he had been told more than half of kids developed those at some point in their life. He was just a normal person.
It's said that those things are God's tools for when something needs to happen.
As he walked down the hall that led to the basement, which had always been Kurt's bedroom, he had a stroke.
Young people rarely made it past strokes, and when you did, it was because you were taken to the hospital immediately.
The house was alone, so clearly, that didn't happen.
Blaine died a quick, non-painful death.
On the next chapter: Kurt comes home.
AN: Before you slash my throat, remember this is just the first chapter of this. I know how sad this is, please don't hate me just yet.
Also, I hope that the consequent chapters will be growing in lenght.