A/N: This is the prologue. I will be posting the actual one-shot within a few days.

Rated M for: Character death, adult content (sex) and mild language

I remember waking up that morning. I remember being unusually tired and I had sinking feeling in my body, something I couldn't quite explain. It was as if the remnants of a nightmare I'd just woken up from but couldn't remember was still poisoning my subconscious.

I remember that by the time I was driving to school, that peculiar feeling was gone. I was focused. I had been working on a solo for Glee club that I was going to preform later that day. I was happy.

I remember singing along to a song on the radio as I parked outside of McKinley High, the school I had transferred to more than six months ago. In the beginning I used to doubt my choice of leaving Dalton Academy and the safety it provided, leaving my friends behind. But after spending some time at McKinley I was sure, this was the right choice.

I remember going through classes. Listening to the different teachers trying to make us understand. I had always been serious about school and my future. I think my parents affected me a great deal in that department. My father was a successful businessman and my mother was a pharmacist, both well educated and passionate about their children being educated as well.

I suppose that some would think that I felt pressured by my parents, but I actually enjoyed learning and school was never a problem for me. How ironic, now that I think about it. All those hours I spent perfecting an essay or re-doing math problems to make sure I got it right the first time, all those hours, for nothing.

I remember hearing the bell ring out for the last time that day, signaling the fact that school was officially over that day. I could almost hear the relieved sighs echoing through the building. I was not planning on heading home though. I still had Glee club. I was excited, finally I got to preform the song I had been working on for some time. Finally I got to meet Kurt.

I remember singing the last song I would ever sing. I remember singing it to him. To Kurt.

If you have ever been on stage, ready to sing, to preform, with people there to see you, you know what it's like. The vulnerability, it's like you're naked and willingly showing your deepest secrets to the people watching. How they become judges and you're completely alone. But also the power, because you know that they're listening and if you do it right, you could turn that deepest secret of yours into something that is worthy listening to, how you could change someone and show them that they're not alone. And how you speak through that performance, how you're saying something you wouldn't know how to tell otherwise.

I tried to tell Kurt everything through that song. I remember that I tried to pour my feelings for him into every syllable. How I was so grateful for him, how he made me happy, how he made me think, laugh, cry, smile, love. How I loved him.

I remember kissing him afterward, when Glee club was over. He still had tears in his eyes. I kissed them away. I think he understood what I was trying to say through that song.

Then he had to leave and I was going to stay in school just a bit longer, because I was going to the gym, to do my weekly boxing exercise. A habit I had picked up at Dalton.

I remember watching him drive away after kissing him one last time and promising him that I would call him when I got home. I remember that he made some joke about Mr. Schue and his song selections for next week and how I laughed.

I remember that it was the last time we ever kissed.

I remember taking my time in the shower after my exercise, the rest of the boys began to leave and before I knew it, I was alone.

It was when I was ready to get out of the shower in the locker room I noticed something was wrong.

I remember that the smell was the first think I noticed. It wasn't just the usual smell of old socks and cheap deodorant for boys, but something else was lingering in the air, something harsh that smelled much worse.

Then I saw the smoke, traveling towards the ceiling. It wasn't much at first, hardly noticeable. But it was there. Black, thick, merciless.

Then I heard it. The cracking, unmistakable noise that was fire.

I remember standing as petrified while realizing all this. Then, when I my legs finally obeyed my brain and moved, I looked around the nearest corner, and saw it.

I still don't know how or why, but something had started a fire in the McKinley High locker room. A fire that was spreading fast. A fire that was blocking the only door that led towards freedom and clean air. I was trapped.

I remember panicking. There was no way to go. I could not think clearly. My breathing became short and shallow and my heart was racing. I remembered being so scared, looking everywhere, trying to find something, anything, to help me. I pressed my body against one of the lockers, so far away from the quickly spreading fire as possible. I slid down on the floor, to avoid the smoke that became thicker and thicker and it became harder to see, to breathe, to do anything and isn't there something that can help me get out of this alive?

I remember realizing that I was going to die.

I remember the darkness, the heat, not being able to breathe.

I remember the sound of fire, popping, crackling, coming closer.

I remember wanting to die when the fire reached me.
I remember screaming. I remember being silent, apathetic.

I remember the smell of burning flesh, my own flesh.

I remember not feeling pain and then suddenly pain as I had have never felt it before. I felt as though I was going to implode and explode at the same time. I saw every color of the universe and nothing at all at the same time and I heard everything and I thought my head was turning itself inside-out from sudden pressure.

Then nothing. Darkness.

I remember seeing Kurt in front of me. Hoping that his angelic features were as far away from this hell as possible.

I remember Kurt. I remember everything about him, about that boy who turned my world upside-down when I first met him on the staircase of Dalton Academy. I remember his lively eyes that could sparkle with excitement or grow colder if he didn't approve of something.

I remember his laughter. That sound, like music to my ears, that I always could feel all the way through my body. The tingling sensations in my stomach it would create and the way it never failed to make me smile as well.

I remember the way his nose would crinkle and his eyes, that would change color depending on the light, would light up and the world could have stopped right there.

I remember his sense of fashion and after I transferred, the way he would insisted on helping me pick out what to wear for the entire week forward just so we could match.

I remember falling in love with him. I remember sharing everything with him.

Kurt was the last thing I remembered before I died.

And though I have just told you about my last day on this earth, this will not be a story of my death, but the story of my life, with Kurt.