A/N: Hi again! This story just popped out of my mind. It's really sad, compared to my other fics. Something happened to the app I use for writing my stories (I updated it since there was an update, and BOOM, whenever I try to make new documents, or open old ones, the app crashes!). I don't know when I'll be able to write the fourth chapter of The Worst Thing that Could Ever Happen (or TWTTCEH to be short), but I'll try to do it. So this story is happening on December 31. Kurt and Blaine are graduates of college already. I can't estimate what age, so maybe thirties? Something wrong happened to Blaine, and so yeah. Thank you for all the favs and follows! This is dedicated to my friend Naomi. She's always been there for me, and somewhat like my 'beta' before I came here. :D
Oneshot, Last Words
"K-Kurt," Blaine said with much difficulty. He was on his bed. Today was the thirty-first of December. My Blaine had, had—today was his last day.
"Thank you, for being such a great l-lover to me…" he continued. My tears were slowly sliding onto his cooling hands. "Please don't go, Blaine! You're—you're the best thing that's happened to me!" I told—begged him. "Kurt, I will never leave you," he said lightly. "You are never alone, I will always be here," he said, and placed his hand on my chest "In your heart.". He makes me cry so much.
"Of all people, why you?" I said, breaking down. "H-hey Kurt, baby." He said, trying to kiss my hand. "You, of all people, should be happy…" he told me.
HAPPY? WHY SHOULD I BE HAPPY?
"I'll see my parents, I'll see my mother for the first time. I'll see my father for the first time…" he told me. "I'll see your mother, Kurt. I'll tell her everything about you, about us." He continued. He brushed off a tear from my cheek. "I-I want you to h-have this…" he told me.
He got something from his drawer. A pen, and a journal. "That is my song n-notebook, and my journal. Write your memories here, so that I may read them too… Sing the songs I composed here. When you miss me, I want you to sing a song I made." He told me. He then gave me another book.
"T-take care of Cooper and Patty for me. T-tell them that I give this to them. It's like a, a, timeline of myself. Tell them, if they see this, they see me." He told me.
He then started singing something as he tried getting something from his drawer again.
That you are not alone, for I am here with you
Though you're far away, I am here to stay
But you are not alone, for I am here with you
Though we're far apart, you're always in my heart
But you are not alon—
He stopped. His hand opened, his Dalton tie and a note that was written in his penmanship.
"I love you."
Goodbye, Blaine Anderson.