Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Glee is not something that is owned by me, and if it was, the only reason you would watch it would to be to remove something horrid from your mind and replace it with something even more terrifying. I leave the brilliance up to Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, and Brad Falchuk, and the rights to the brilliance to Fox.
It was hot. Sunny, August days are always hot, but something seemed to make it scorching that day. It could have something to do with the fact that Blaine was wearing a suit, he didn't know. Nor did he care.
Kurt was dead.
Kurt was dead and Blaine might as well have been, too, because his whole world had been ripped from him. It didn't matter that whoever was driving that car had been put in jail, or that Blaine's boss had given him that promotion, because he felt so bad. Blaine was dead to the world; his life was over. And that beautiful baby girl they had both treasured so much would grow up alone, without either father there to love her.
A hundred or so people sat with him, in rows of black, metal chairs with white cushions placed in a grassy field. An isle was between the chairs, leading up to a black podium where Burt Hummel was currently standing. Everyone watched him in silence, and he began to speak.
"Hi," he stared. Blaine smiled to himself at Burt's attempts to lighten the mood. "Thank you all for coming. Kurt Hummel touched a lot of people, maybe just for a minute or two, but he touched them enough that they could come to his funeral." Burt choked on the last word, but somehow found the strength to keep reciting the speech that he knew by heart.
"When a person dies, they tell you to celebrate their life, not mourn their death. Not to cry because it's over, but to smile because it happened. Sometimes… sometimes I find myself a little overwhelmed, because there was so much about Kurt that we can celebrate. We can start with the most obvious things, like his impeccable fashion sense. I've seen many people saved from the crime that is poor fashion sense because of him." Burt glanced at Carole, and then returned his eyes to the audience. "Or the way he said exactly what he wanted. Sometimes it was hurtful, I'll admit that, but at least you knew he was never lying to you." Burt's voice cracked then, and he clutched the podium for support, trying to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks.
Blaine sensed that the man wouldn't be able to go on for much longer, so he stood up, and asked Rachel Berry, the woman sitting on his right, to hold the one-year-old sitting in his lap. He scooted past people and worked his way left, into the isle where he stepped forward to help his father-in-law.
"May I?" Blaine asked, and indicated to the sheet of paper resting on the podium. Burt nodded and took a step back, allowing Blaine to pick up that sheet of paper, and begin reading where Burt left off.
"'But I like to think about the things that you wouldn't notice if you'd only been talking to him for five minutes. Like how brave he could be," Blaine's voice shook. He looked at Burt, who was standing behind him, and then turned back to the audience. He set the paper down, starting his own, unplanned obituary. Burt didn't seem to mind.
"I remember one time where Kurt and I were eating lunch at our old High School. It was a tradition at McKinley that the losers would get slushies thrown at them. So, of course, on my third day at school there, a cherry one was poured down my back." Blaine closed his eyes and sniffed back tears. He was not going to cry, not when talking about Kurt.
"Kurt hadn't really ever told one of the bullies there that it wasn't okay. You just didn't do that. But h-he stood up, right then and there, and he said. 'Enough. You can do this to me, you can do this to Jacob… Hell, you can do it to Rachel for all I care.' I remember Rachel had looked terrified." Somewhere in the audience, Rachel smiled. "And he said, 'But. Do. Not. Do this to the new kid just because he's dating me.' And the kid who had slushied me said something along the lines of 'What are you going to do about it, lady lips?' and Kurt picked up his ranch dressing," Blaine was using had motions now to tell his story. "Dipped his fingers in it, and smeared it all over that guy." The audience laughed. "On his face, his football jacket, his hair. And when he was done, he grabbed my wrist and led me to the bathroom to get cleaned up."
Blaine smiled to himself. He recalled Kurt's face as he was finger-painting Azimio. His eyes had been dotted with flames, but a smile was curved onto his lips. It was the most amazing thing Blaine had ever seen. It was the only thing that really kept him going during his senior year of high school, that look. That feeling of empowerment that took over his body.
"That was the moment that I knew…" Blaine continued. "That I knew he was the only one I'd want to spend the rest of my life with." He glanced longingly at Kurt's coffin. "That dream doesn't seem so real anymore, does it?" He murmured.
He was ready to finish this. He had told his bit, and there was nothing more to be said from him. "Kurt was someone I'll always remember. I don't think anyone could forget someone as compassionate and beautiful as he was." Blaine turned back to Kurt's father. "I'll let you finish, Mr. Hummel," he said, and stepped off the podium, just as a lone cloud entered the blue sky.
Hi. So, thank you for taking the time to read this fic. Obviously, it's really sad, so I'm not going to add my usual humor in the A/N's. I'm sorry that Kurt is dead. Don't get me wrong, I love him. He's my favorite character, but what would life be like for Blaine if Kurt was gone? I had to write it down somewhere, and FanFiction was that place. This is going to be about a 10 chapter story, but it could vary. Yes, I am aware that I should probably be working on my other fic, My Brother Blaine, since I've taken a three month hiatus from that, but I can't write that right now. Anything I would produce would be the biggest piece of crap the world has ever seen. New chapters will be up soon, though. Once again, thanks for reading.