As Kurt walked down the isle slowly, all eyes were on him. He held his boucque of flowers tightly, memorising every shade of blue, green and pink. He pulled his eyes away from the plants in his hands and saw his and Blaines family and friends, all dressed up in thier best attire.
This shouldnt be happening. He shouldnt be walking down the isle. He shouldnt be waiting to meet Blaine at the end. Why couldnt this be Karofsky? He would pay anything to have the tall muscular Neanderthall waiting for him at the top of the room.
As he reached his Lover he took in his beautiful face. His unique eyebrows, Beautiful, soft lips, Hazel shining eyes and wild curly hair. Then he looked at the Tuxedo he was wearing. Kurt had picked it out for him, as his fashion sence was of higher quality.
Gently, he stroked his hand through Blaines curls, Longing to kiss him on those oh-so-soft lips. To his dis-pleasure the priest then desided to speak
"We have gathered here today in memory of Blaine Everret Anderson..."
Kurt ducked his head, the flowers suddenly turning into a blurr of colours as the priest carried on speaking. He had so many things to tell Blaine. How much he loved him. How he dreamed of their wedding day. His hopes of adoption in the future. Unfortunatly, all of those things would have been un-heard of by the handsome, lifeless man Kurt loved with all his heart.
Dont kill me . I just wrote it after reading a sad one. Also many spelling mistakes because spell check turned its self off