Blaine took a deep breath and looked at the picture one last time, a beautiful picture of Kurt taken straight after Nationals, when they won. He positively looked like an angel, rosy red cheeks and he looked the happiest Blaine had ever seen him but it was the eyes that Blaine loved the most. The blue-grey orbs burned into him and Blaine felt he could spend forever just lost in these entrancing vortexes. The eyes of the boy he gave his heart to. The eyes that still haunted his long nights, driving sleep away. The eyes that meant one thing...home.

But that's not what Kurt was anymore, Blaine wasn't allowed to reminisce on the past, he had to force himself to move on. Kurt had. He could do this for Kurt, he could be strong, he could have courage. Who was Blaine kidding, he could never move on, it would always be Kurt and still, fifteen years after last seeing him Blaine could remember the exact way he smelled, the way his eyes lit up whenever Blaine walked into the room and how adorable he looked sleeping. More than anything he wished he could hold Kurt one last time. Be granted one last moment to have his heart whole again and feel like he had a purpose in the world. One last chance to be the happiest man alive again, before he let go.

Blaine shut his eyes and thought right back to the beginning, the exact moment his life stopped being an endless blur of grey and turned into a wonderland of love and hope. Kurt was like a beacon of light leading him out of the dark, dark place he was in. As Kurt once said it was like Dorothy, tumbling out of her old, boring life into the technicolor world of Oz. Blaine smiled at this memory but he could still feel the tears streaming out of his eyes and down his face, dripping onto the floor amongst the sea of blood. Blaine could feel himself slipping away, and for the first time in fifteen years he felt happy. No longer could he feel the pain constantly stabbing at his heart. As he drew in his last breath Blaine looked down at his bleeding wrists and whispered five words "I love you, my angel"

Across the country in New York City, Kurt dropped to his knees tears streaming down his face. He could vaguely feel the hands of his husband Adam and Isabel, his daughter, stroking his back, asking what was wrong. Kurt didn't know. He just felt like his entire heart had been ripped out and replaced by nothing. He just had an empty space where his soul should be. As the paramedics rushed in Kurt could only think of one thing, the thing he had pushed to the back of his mind. He had locked it in a corner of his memories and thrown away the key. He hasn't thought about this thing in fifteen years, the only man he ever truly loved. Blaine. And of one thing he was sure. Blaine was gone.