Please Don't Leave Me.
"Blaine, please." he begged, moving to sit down on his bed, legs tucked underneath him as he looked over at his boyfriend. His lovely, kind hearted, handsome, talented boyfriend.
Well— ex-boyfriend. The problem was, Blaine was dead. A ghost. He'd been hit by a on coming car on the way home from their Senior Prom. That was months ago. He would be graduating here in a matter of weeks. Then he— well. He didn't know what would happen after that. He didn't get into NYADA. He had no future after this. He was surprised he had even been able to graduate.
He had heard about the crash on the news, when Carole and his Dad had called him down to the living room, and sat him down. Carole on his left, his Dad on his right. They told him Blaine had been in an accident, and that it was likely he wasn't going to make it. It was a drunk driver who had slammed into the driver's side of Blaine's VW.
"Kurt— I—" the spirit asked, knelling down in front of Kurt, all of the love that had been there in life still there in his now grey eyes.
"I— I can't do this anymore. Kurt, you need to move on." he said, his voice quiet and thick with emotions. "I want to help you. And I— I can't. It hurts me. I can't feel physical pain anymore, but I can feel this. And it hurts. More than I could ever explain." Blaine choked, and Kurt couldn't even tell he was dead. He was so— alive. He had emotions, and apparently even feelings.
"You cry every night. Kurt. And I can't hold you and make you feel better. I can't do anything." Blaine continued, reaching out with a transparent hand, and all it did was pass through Kurt's own solid one.
Kurt could almost feel the familiar touch, if he thought hard enough. Blaine's fingers intertwined with his own.
"Please. You deserve someone. Someone who can hold you. Someone who is— who is alive, Kurt." Blaine whispered, heart broken eyes meeting his boyfri— no. Kurt's. It would hurt him to see Kurt with someone else, but he couldn't have Kurt live like this anymore.
"Kurt. I am forever yours. And you know that. Forever. But— you need to let me go. You need to be happy again." he said, quietly. Kurt let out a choked sob, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth. He knew Blaine was right, but he didn't want to. It hurt to much. Even more than knowing Blaine was dead.
"N- no. Blaine. Never. I said it already. I am never saying goodbye to you. Not even now."
Now Blaine's heart broke, shattered, into tiny little pieces. Kurt would never give him up, and if that was the case, he would be stuck in this limbo. Between Earth and what ever his final resting place would be. "I— you need to be happy again, Kurt." the ghost tried, again. "And you can't be if I'm here. I- I have to go. As much as I hate it— I have to. I love you too much to see you so hurt."
"P- please. No. Blaine." Nothing else was said. Kurt continued to let out heart-broken sobs, and Blaine just watched.
Too afraid to leave the boy alone, and hurting to much to say anything. They were both hurting. For the one they loved. For the one they lost. For the one that would wait forever, and the one that couldn't.
"I love you. So much."