'"Hi there, Kurt. I have a surprise for you- no! Don't open your eyes!"
This voice. Sweet, real. Blaine Anderson. My boy. We have been dating for two years now. The two happiest years of my life.
"Okay, open your eyes"
I opened my eyes. My bedroom! It was beautiful. Flowers and candles everywhere. I looked around and there he was. Blaine kneeled in front of me and said those four famous words.
"Will you marry me?"
Automatically I shouted yes and ran into his arms. Look at us. A happy couple. I cried from happiness and so did Blaine. My boy would change in my man. Finally.
Together we looked at houses and talked about our future. Not my future anymore, no, our future.
As soon as possible we went to the wedding planner for the perfect wedding. A few years ago I would only dream of acceptation of gay marriage.
But it was happening. Everything was settled now. The location(a beautiful beach), the date (March 15th, the same date as our first kiss), even the clothes (oh well that was just a tuxedo). I was so excited and Blaine, oh well… Let's just say he really wanted to get married. I'll save you the details.
We went to the flower store, when it happened. Blaine had some kind of cough-attack. I asked what was wrong, he said it was nothing. Of course, that's so Blaine. I thought it might be a cold so I wanted him to go home and lay in bed. After one day, it wasn't only the coughing. He vomited and he had an huge fever. I freaked out and called 911. Just in time they came in his apartment. He was shaking. I screamed that they needed to take my fiancé to the hospital. And guess what? They were some kind of homophobic. I slapped them in their face and I felt my heart stopped beating.
"Please. Please! Help him! I'll do everything, but please. Help him as you can. I'll pay everything, but he needs to get better again!"
I begged them.
I went on my knees for them.
And finally, they took him in the ambulance and drove us to the hospital. I held his hand and begged him to stay alive. He could barely speak, but I figured out he said he wouldn't. I prayed to God. I did everything that could possibly save him.
We arrived. . I ran with them as they took him with urgency to the emergency-department.
"You can't go in here." They told me.
I refused to stay in the waiting room but they wouldn't let me in. Panicked and tired I sat down in the waiting room. I had no idea what was going on or what they would do to him. I tried to sleep, but that was clearly impossible.
My thoughts ran free, every horrible thing that could happen to Blaine came up in me. It was terrifying.
Finally, the doctors came out the room. And then it stopped. My memories stopped there. Or at least I wanted it to stop there. Those words.
Those four, unwanted words.
"Your fiancé has cancer."
Tears fell. I cried. I still cry every time I think back to it. My marriage was within a month. We would've been happy. We finally would've been a family.
It's not going to happen anymore.
"His last week has come."
I was in shock. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. They told me to sit down, but I couldn't.
The only thing I really wanted was being with my boy- no. My man. I wanted to be with my man.