Version I:
A.N.: I have no excuse to offer you…but I apologize anyways, I know this took veeerryyy long, much longer than I intended it too…I don't know…life just kept getting in the way…but finally here it comes…or better here they come…enjoy…!
Chapter Notes: READ! As I announced before I will offer you several (4) alternate endings. That means the four chapters I posted do not follow after each other but are alternate versions of how this story could have ended. I don't know how I can explain why I did that, so I'll just go with I couldn't decide which way I wanted to follow and since the people that reviewed also wanted different things I just decided to go with that. You can either pick just one (the lyrics in the beginning should help you to pick out the one that suits you best (or at least that's what they should do :D)) and read it or read all of them and pick your favorite, whatever floats your boat…I hope that everyone who reads this finds at least one version he/she likes…So…enough of me…enjoy :D
"…A million miles have led me to this place
Where all I've ever loved has been erased
Changing my song to a disenchanted lullaby
With a name I never really felt was mine…"
Trading Yesterday-'Change My Name'
Blaine looked down at the piece of paper Wes had scribbled the address on and frowned. This couldn't be right. He looked up and stared at the heavy iron gates of the Lima graveyard and his heart clenched painfully. He read the address again, looked at the road sign right in front of his eyes and he still refused to believe that it could be right.
Slowly, hesitantly, Blaine opened the gate and entered the empty graveyard. He walked down the aisles, reading the names on the tombstones. With every grave that didn't wear Kurt's name he felt a little more relieved yet a little more horrified at the same time. Because every time it wasn't Kurt he got his hopes up a little more, got his hopes up that Wes and David had just made a mistake and that Kurt was in fact still alive and somewhere out there for him to find.
It was dark by the time he reached the final 3 gravestones. The first in the row wore the name 'Elisabeth Hummel' in golden letters. Blaine swallowed hard his knees getting weak as he walked on to the next. It said 'Burt Hummel' in letters of the same color and design as the first one.
Blaine was already crying as his eyes drifted over the carvings in the last white marble tombstone that was sparkling faintly in the pale light of the moon. It read:
Kurt Elisabeth Hummel
1994-2002
Beloved son, grandson and friend
"Kiss me goodbye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!"
Blaine broke down next to the stone, sobbing relentlessly as memories flooded his exhausted mind.
Until he had been around five and him and his parents had moved out of Lima, he had always used to play with a beautiful, angelic little boy. They had both been lonely, never really fitting in with anyone but each other. He had cried terribly when his parents had told him that he wasn't gonna see Kurt again, even though, back then he hadn't really understood what that meant.
He had soon found other friends, other things to keep his young mind busy and off the grief that had come with losing Kurt. He had never forgotten about the pale brunette, but he had just pushed every thought of him to a place in his mind where it didn't hurt so badly.
That was also the reason why it had taken him completely by surprise to see a picture of his friend on the television one day. Sure Kurt was a little older and had grown in the four years they had been apart, but he would recognize those eyes everywhere.
Kurt and his father were on the news because they had both died when a drunk truck driver had crashed his vehicle into their car as they had been on their way to visit Kurt's sick mother in the hospital. Elisabeth Hummel had followed them almost immediately after she got the news.
The media had handled it as a tragedy, but to Blaine it was so much worse. He couldn't really explain why, he hadn't seen the other boy for more than 4 years after all, but to him it was as if his whole world fell to pieces.
He had had to go into therapy to get over the loss, and somehow, he had managed to put all of the grief he had felt, into a box, locked away safely in the back of his mind. He had done a complete 180° and gotten himself new hobbies, new friends and finally a girlfriend, working himself steady up the food chain in Middle School until he had finally ended up on top of the food chain in High School.
"Kurt…" Blaine cried, not caring about the soft drizzle that was starting to fall around him, as he hit the ground repeatedly. "Kurt!" he yelled, as if it would bring the other boy back.
'Why?' he asked himself 'Why did I fall in love with you? How can you be gone? How can I love you so much if you're not even alive anymore?'
Blaine had no idea how long he stayed on the increasingly muddy ground next to the grave of the boy he knew he loved. But he didn't care anyways. Because he had just learned that all that had given him reason had been nothing but a dream.
End Notes: So…that's it…it's done it's over, done, fertig, finito…I hope everyone found at least one version of the ending that he/she enjoyed. I know I did :D
I would love to hear your thoughts on this so, just drop me a line and let me know if you liked it…thank you *lessthan3* it's a heart…;)
Thank you for reading I hope it was worth your while…
CITC
