BLAINE was running as fast as he could, racing down thickly congested streets toward New York Hospital – Kurt was dying there – when suddenly a scene from the past came back to him, a dizzying rush of overpowering memories that nearly knocked him out of his new converse shoes. He remembered sitting with Kurt in the cemetery smack dab in the middle of Lima Ohio, the two of them there under circumstances too improbable to imagine. He remembered everything perfectly – Kurt's hand clutching the yellow roses tightly in his small hands, what they talked about – as if it had happened just yesterday. All of it almost impossible to believe No, definitely impossible to believe. It was just like every other unfathomable mystery in life, Blaine couldn't help thinking as he ran harder, faster. Like Kurt dying on him now, after everything they had been through to be together.