A/N: I do not own Glee or its characters.
Warnings for character death and mentions of suicide.
This is one of my longest fics, written for a friend. She said she wanted Klaine, and angst is my specialty! So, I wrote some Klaine death!fic. I'm also going to write another one, where Blaine is the one still alive. But it's going to be a completely different story, don't worry!
Warnings for intense creys. Reviews are welcomed!
Kurt can still remember the accident.
He remembers how tired he was that day, and how entranced he was by Blaine's voice. They were talking about their plans for after high school. They were going to move to New York with Rachel Berry and hope to make it big. They were going to be free of prejudice and homophobia that surrounds their small town of Lima, Ohio. Blaine was going to be able to sing his heart out and not worry about bullying. Kurt would be able to sing Defying Gravity, who cares if it's a 'girl' song?
Kurt remembers looking at Blaine with tear-filled eyes when he had said that. Blaine didn't know what had happened last year. How Kurt had to audition for Defying Gravity but he lost it on purpose. He was afraid for his dad, he was afraid of the small-minded bigots that he couldn't escape. Blaine didn't even know that, and he was talking to him about Defying Gravity.
And Kurt was. His heart was flying out of his chest. He opened his mouth, finally feeling like it was the right time to tell Blaine: He loved him.
"Blaine, I…"
And that's when everything went black.
If Kurt tried, he could vaguely remember a loud noise, a hard impact, and pain – lots and lots of pain. He might be able to remember yelling and screaming, flashing lights, an ambulance. He drifted in and out of consciousness. Kurt remembered calling for Blaine. A pressure on his hand, his dad, his dad was there.
But Blaine wasn't.
Kurt remembers panicking because they won't tell him where Blaine is. He remembers begging his dad to tell him, and his dad telling him that he doesn't know.
Every time he falls asleep, he wakes up more panicked. He wonders if Blaine is panicking the same way. He wonders if Blaine is just as worried about him. But then he feels guilty for worrying about himself, and he starts begging to see Blaine. That's all he needs, is a reassurance that Blaine will be okay. That's all he wants to hear.
Kurt doesn't hear what happened to Blaine until he made it out of the hospital. He remembers that day pretty clearly, too.
"Dad, please… tell me what happened." Kurt is packing his things, preparing to leave the hospital. "I need… I need to know that he's alright."
He glances at Burt, seeing the pain written all over his face. Kurt's heart stops for a moment. His blood starts pounding and there's a ringing in his ears. He can see his dad saying it, but it's almost as if there's a glass wall between the two of them.
"No…" The word sounds muffled, odd. "No, please, no, he has to be alright! …" Kurt couldn't believe what was happening. Blaine was…. No, he couldn't be. Kurt hadn't had a chance to tell him that he loved him.
And now he never will.
Later, Burt reassured Kurt that Blaine had died almost instantly, and he didn't feel any pain. It didn't help. Blaine was still gone.
Blaine was the person that finally helped him stand up to Karofsky. Blaine had been there for him when he finally couldn't take it and he ran away. Blaine had given Kurt his first kiss, had been his first boyfriend. Kurt moved back to McKinley because he missed everyone, but he wished he had been able to spend more time with Blaine. Blaine had been his prom date, had danced with him when everyone was laughing at him. Blaine was his soul mate, and no one could ever replace him.
Today was Blaine's birthday. Kurt stood outside, holding what he had bought for Blaine. Football tickets. He had thought that Blaine would appreciate Kurt going to a game with him.
The wind whipped and pulled at his hair and caused him to shiver. Kurt glanced down at what he had in his hands. Football tickets, a picture of Blaine, and a note. He stuffs the note in his pocket. Tears fall down his face, dripping on the picture of Blaine. Kurt lets go of the papers, watching them fly into the wind.
Another car goes past, followed by another. "Goodbye," Kurt whispers. He closes his eyes and steps into the oncoming traffic.