A/N: I do not own Glee or any of the characters used throughout this story. Please note that the rating could go up in coming chapters, and that some storylines may be strong. Therefore, please read, but only at your own risk. Enjoy, and reviews are welcome. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083 :)

From Past to Present...

PROLOUGE

The sun was setting as the two sat cuddled together in the deck chair on their balcony, overlooking the city of New York. From inside, you could hear the Ex-Warblers and the New Directions laughing and having a blast, knowing that sooner or later, they would lose one that they love, and hearts would be broken. It's not like any of them had planned it, in fact, they were pretty sure that the world was trying to punish them. The sound quickly grew louder as Finn Hudson stepped through the double doors, out onto the balcony, and walked over to Kurt and Blaine, cuddled together. The sound of the doors opening, alerted Blaine to the presence of his husband's step-brother. Kurt smiled weakly as Finn took the empty seat beside them, and tried to force himself to smile, which failed, and resulted in him staring aimlessly at the beer in his hand.

Wanting the awkwardness to leave, Kurt started a conversation with Finn about the new company he was starting up, and how he planned to hide from his wife Quinn that he was talking to a Rachel again. Finn, being the daft-headed ex-jock that he is, just laughed, and sipped at his light beer (because Kurt only keeps them in the house, much to the dislike of Blaine), looking out over the ever setting sun. The laughter from inside had turned into people singing and Blaine realised they must have gotten out the karaoke machine that Aliyah keeps in the lounge. Finn, sensing Blaine's worry about his daughter, stood, and returned inside, all intentions on checking on his niece, and leaving Kurt and Blaine to themselves for a while. It wasn't long before the tallest of the three returned and re-took his seat, trying to make eye contact with his brother, but not getting any luck, as Kurt just stared out over the city, a small, content smile on his face...

'Do you ever wish that you could change the world?' Finn asked, looking down at his step-brother, covered in a blanket, wrapped in Blaine's arms

'If I was president of the United States, I would make same-sex marriage legal in every state,' Blaine said, smiling, and earning a small chuckle from Kurt

'Nice dude. That would be... awesome. What about you Kurt?' Finn asked, looking at his step-brother, hoping he'd enjoy the conversation

'I wouldn't change anything. I have a beautiful husband, two beautiful children, loving friends and family... I don't need to change anything. From here, everything is so damn perfect,' Kurt said, laughing to himself

'Babe, isn't there a single thing you would change?' Blaine asked, knowing Kurt would catch on

'... I love you Blaine, and that's all that you need to be worrying about...'

'I love you too Kurt and you know I'll worry about everything...'

Kurt sighed. He knew that his friends and family were worried about him, but he was fine, it's not like he hadn't come to terms with his current situation, and it's not like it's the last thing on earth. Deep down, even though he won't admit it, Blaine knows that he'll be okay, he knows that one day, he'll wake up smiling and they'll laugh and remember... but today, today they're just being together, today, on this perfect day... all they want to be, is right now... they don't want to be the past... and they don't want to be the bad memories... they want to be the present, and the future. Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, letting the cool Manhattan night-time breeze sweep over them, blocking out the sounds of the raging party emanating from their lounge room. The last year of Kurt and Blaine's lives had been the hardest they've ever gone through. Away from Lima, away from all the prejudice of the world, in the safety of their own home, they could be who they are, but out in the world, they are what other people see them as, and sometimes, it's not the best image to have.

'What are you thinking about love?' Blaine asked, kissing Kurt's forehead lightly

'You, and how you're going to be okay Blaine... you and Aliyah and Renee, and the Warblers and ND, you're all going to be okay...' Kurt said

'Stop saying things like they're final Kurt... nothing is final...' Finn said, almost agitated

'... Somewhere only we know...' Kurt replied, not looking at either his husband or brother

'... Forever and Always Kurt... forever and always,' Blaine replied...

The party wrapped up at about midnight, all saying goodbye to Kurt and Blaine, and wishing them well. Blaine had already put Kurt in bed, he'd fallen asleep whilst they were playing Celebrity Heads, already have been working and organising most of the day. Blaine checked on the children, smiling when he saw them sleeping soundly, not disturbed by the noises, or now, lack thereof. Satisfied that the children were safe, Blaine walked around, flicking lights off, and ignoring the mess he knew he'd have to clean up tomorrow. Blaine returned to the bedroom, to find Kurt, sitting up in bed, his laptop on, smiling contently at the screen. Blaine crawled up against the headboard beside Kurt, and noticed the slideshow of all their photos. Blaine laughed at some of the ones from highschool, gauging his husband's reactions to the ones from his eighteenth that had him wearing Blaine's clothes and a small tiara. One photo caught Blaine's attention the most... it was their wedding photo, so casual, yet, so romantic and formal. Kurt had closed his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips, as the memories flowed freely through his mind, allowing them to fill him up, with that last shot of energy, before letting himself down again for the next shot. The family photo was the next one... Blaine, Kurt, Aliyah and Renee, all smiling, standing in front of MerBerry Designs store, all dressed immaculately.

'Kurt, you're tired, and you need strength. We can finish this later... sleep now,' Blaine said, noticing Kurt's drooping eyes, and taking the laptop, closing it, and returning it to the the desk, before changing into sleepwear.

'I need for you to know something Blaine... and I don't want you to brush me off this time, I want you to listen because it's important...' Kurt started, looking to Blaine, who nodded. 'In the draw, there are some letters. They have names on them... I need for you to give them to people after...' Kurt was cut off by Blaine's lips against his

'I love you Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Don't ever forget that...'

'I love you too Blaine... and I won't ever forget...'

The two snuggled back into the covers, each drifting off into a peaceful slumber... Blaine's dreams about the future, so vivid and real, and the memories from the past... their graduation from Dalton, winning National's, moving to New York, College, graduating college, jobs, marriage, family... all of Blaine's memories mashed into one as he slept through the night, the weight of his husband beside him...

When Blaine woke in the morning, he'd expected Kurt to be already up, showering and going through his morning routine; this however, was not the case. Kurt was still curled up to Blaine, content to just stay that way. Blaine kissed his temple, trying to bring Kurt out of his slumber... there was a moment, before Blaine realised what had happened... Aliyah and Renee entered the room, followed by Quinn and Finn... Blaine was in tears, clutching Kurt to him, and crying helplessly, as Quinn collapsed to her knees, Finn close behind her. The muffled sound of Blaine saying Kurt's name over and over and over, and the sobbing of Quinn, Blaine and now Finn, was all that could be heard through the room. Aliyah was sitting on the end of the bed with Renee, tears forming in their eyes as they watched the scene unfold... everything in that moment just stopped... the whole world felt as though it was falling down around them.

Finn had composed himself enough to remove the children from the room, as Quinn took their place on the end of the bed, rubbing Blaine's, (who was still sobbing uncontrollably), back, offering the comfort that she knew wouldn't help. Finn returned a few minutes later, phone in his hand, tears in his eyes as he spoke quickly. Blaine couldn't make out who he was talking to, but he didn't care... he couldn't care... he just wanted everything to go back to eighteen months ago... back to January, when Kurt's line was going extraordinarily well, and Blaine was the newest up-and-coming artist, with his new album. He didn't want to be here, in this room, clutching the lifeless figure of his husband, knowing in that moment that he would never wake up beside Kurt he would never be able to hug or kiss, or make love to Kurt. He would never get a lecture about the food he ate, or the clothes he wore, or how his hair was better short and curly than gelled back. He'd never be able to see Kurt walk through the front door, exasperated and yelling into the phone, smiling his brightest smile when he saw Blaine and the children. He would never be able to call Kurt, and leave a message telling him how much he missed him, and how much he loved him, and that he would be home with dinner waiting when he arrived... there was nothing, but the memories, and the pictures... nothing that would bring back the man that Blaine had entwined himself to since highschool...

'I-I... that was... M-Mercedes... she's going to do a, ah, ring-ring around and I'll call B-Burt and m-mom. Blaine, we need to start organising ah, a funeral, I was thinking maybe we could get Santana and Brittany to help with the official ceremony and we could hold the wake here and...'

'No...' was all Blaine said, not letting go of Kurt's lifeless figure

'Blaine...'

'NO! Just... no. Do whatever you want Finn just please, leave me alone,' Blaine said, knowing that Quinn wouldn't take it the wrong way, but that he would have to apologise for his behaviour later... 'I can't deal with this right now... I-I d-don't w-w-want to ever be having to d-d-deal with it... it's not fucking fair... it's just not...' Blaine trailed off as Quinn stood, squeezing his shoulder comfortingly, and ushering Finn out of the room.

Maybe, if Blaine had forced Kurt to go to the doctor's earlier some eighteen months ago, this wouldn't be happening now... if only... if only there was... a glimmer of hope... then maybe... maybe things would have been different... just maybe...

Eighteen Months Ago... January 23rd 2021

It had been a long, long, long day. Kurt stormed into the house, practically slamming the front door closed with so much force, Blaine could have sworn the walls shook from the impact. He'd just finished making the girls their lunch when Kurt arrived home, slamming doors and yelling profanities into his phone. Blaine was almost determined to tell Kurt to shut up, but knowing that would only agitate him more, decided against it, and instead, turning his focus back to their youngest daughter Renee, who was laughing at something Blaine, had said. Ten minutes later, Kurt re-appeared in the dining room, slumping into one of the vacant kitchen chairs, and resting his head on the table with a thump. There was silence amongst the small family as Kurt mumbled something about "daft and incredulously stupid minded people", banging the table lightly with his fist at each word. This went on for another five minutes, before Blaine stood, not wishing to listen to his husbands whining anymore.

'Kurt, sweetie, I love you, but you really, really need to relax,' Blaine said, moving so he could massage Kurt's strained shoulders and neck

'Tell me, how a box marked "summer 2021" could be mixed with a box that says, in big, black bold letters, I might add "Autumn 2021"?' Kurt said, moaning at the sensation of Blaine massaging him

'I honestly, don't know what you're rambling on about babe, but I do know that you need to let off some steam... not in that way... the children are home... so, go pick a movie, and I... will get some snacks, and we, my beautiful, sexy, stressed-to-the-max, husband, are going to have a movie afternoon,' Blaine said, helping Kurt to stand, and pushing him towards the lounge

'Since when did you start wearing the pants in this relationship? And who told you, you could start bossing me around huh?' Kurt said, playfully taping his husband's nose

'Kurt, babe, I've always worn the pants...and I'm older, meaning, I can make you do whatever I want you to, thanks to Mr. pouty face,' Blaine said, pouting to prove his point

'Okay, first, you're only older by two months, second, if the girls weren't home, I would have you right here, right now, and third... Mr. Pouty face, Blaine, really? That's like Wes and his gavels,' Kurt replied, kissing Blaine chaste on the lips before walking into the lounge to pick a movie

'Embrace the name my love, it's the next big thing...' Blaine called after Kurt.

When Blaine joined his husband on the couch, Kurt was already drifting off into a light daze. Blaine smiled, and sat down, as Kurt cuddled up to him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. Kurt had chosen the newest animated Disney Movie, which had been directed by a now very well known David. The soft opening chords (which had been recorded by Blaine specifically for this movie), helped Kurt to drift back into his daze, snuggling up to Blaine tighter, and trying to hold back the ever growing pain building behind his skull, the makings of a migraine. Kurt had been having really bad migraines and headaches for the last three weeks. Blaine had told him numerous times that he should go to the doctors, but Kurt refused, stating that "they're only migraine's Blaine, don't worry so much", and brushed them off with sleep, water and pain relief tablets. Probably not the best way to always deal with them, because a dependency on pain medication isn't something either have the time to deal with right now. Aliyah and Renee joined their parents in the lounge to watch the movie, taking their bean chairs and sitting either side of the couch, smiling up at their parents cheerfully. Kurt was trying to keep his eyes closed, but the pain was becoming worse and worse, and the constant feeling of nausea were plaguing his body. Blaine was engrossed in the film, along with Aliyah and Renee as Kurt stood to go into the ensuite bathroom that he and Blaine shared. Kneeling on the ground, over the toilet bowl, Kurt threw up, trying to move the exploding pain from his head.

When Kurt fell back against the bathroom wall, his head in his hands, he couldn't help but cry out at the pain. This was unlike any migraine he'd experienced before, and he wasn't about to let this one dominate him. Kurt tried to stand, but the feeling of spinning, forced him back to the ground, clutching his head in pain, as he grew weaker. He could feel himself getting to a point of unconsciousness, but was fighting hard against it. Kurt was fully bent over, his head resting on the bathroom floor when the door opened.

'Babe, what's going on? Are you alright? Kurt honey, talk to me,'

'Argh... my head feels like it's going to explode. Can't... can't...'

'Kurt? I'm taking you to the hospital,' Blaine said, lifting Kurt into his arms

'Blaine, my head... '

'I know baby, just hold on for me alright? I'll get you to the hospital and you'll be fine,' Blaine said as he carried Kurt out of the bedroom and over to the front door, where the girls were waiting.