Hello! I promised an update whilst I was on holiday so here I am keeping my promise!

I didn't get any reviews for my last chapter so I'm hoping people are still reading this. Reviews mean the world to me.

So here's chapter 6. This is a sad one. :(

I don't own Glee or Klaine sadly!

Chapter 6

When the ambulance arrived at the hospital everything was a blur to Kurt. All he remembers is the paramedics rushing Blaine into the hospital and telling him to wait in the waiting area. He sat there on the cold, hard, plastic chair wringing his hands, which were covered in Blaine's dried blood. He leaned over and put his head in his hands, feeling Rachel rubbing his back slowly, trying to sooth him. His mind was racing, thinking of so many things at once. It had all happened so quickly. He remembered hearing the gun shot and seeing Blaine fall to the ground in a heap, the man running away down the street. But he didn't care about that; all he cared about was his baby lying on the floor, bleeding irrepressibly. He lifted Blaine's head onto his lap and noticed he wasn't conscious, that's when he had started screaming for help. The next thing he remembers is the paramedics guiding him into the ambulance and then being told he had to let go of Blaine's hand and to wait in the waiting area.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the doctor walking in, looking sorrowful which could only mean one thing. It was bad news. He quickly stood up, feeling tears already threatening to fall, but he must stay strong he thought.

"How is he?" He asked desperately wanting an answer. Rachel sensing that the doctor wasn't there to deliver good news stood up and held Kurt's blood stained hand.

"Mr Hummel I think it's best if you sat down." The doctor said in a calming manner, which annoyed Kurt. How could he be so calm?

"I don't want to sit down, just tell me," he replied angrily.

"Well, I'm afraid it's bad news. Blaine was announced dead on arrival, I'm so sorry for your loss," the doctor said in a sympathetic tone.

Kurt collapsed on to the floor in a heap, sobs racking his body once more. He felt Rachel arms wrap around him, who he instantly leaned into, he just wanted to be held. She stroked his hair, whispering soothing things into his ear, but he couldn't hear her, everything was muffled.

Blaine was dead, his fiancé, his life, his everything. He had to keep repeating it otherwise he wouldn't believe it. Just an hour ago he was happy, they had just been discussing having a baby and he was snuggled in Blaine's arms. What he wouldn't give now to have those strong, safe arms to be around him.

"Would you like to see him?" The doctor asked, kneeling down and putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder. He instantly looked up and nodded his head. "You don't have to worry; we've cleaned him up so he'll just look like he's sleeping." How he wished he was only sleeping. Rachel helped him up and held his hand in a firm hold. They both followed the doctor out of the door and down the corridor where they were lead to a room.

"Now, if you don't think you're ready, you don't have to do this," the doctor said placing a hand on the door handle before turning around to face Kurt.

"No I need to say goodbye," Kurt whispered.

"I understand Mr Hummel." The doctor opened the door and led the two of them inside. Kurt stood in the doorway taking a profound breath and followed Rachel into the room. He walked hesitantly to the bed; each step he took made his body feel heavier and heavier and his heart ache. When he neared the bed he noticed that a white cloth was covering Blaine's body stopping him from seeing his beautiful face. He stood to the side of the bed and allowed the doctor to gently lift the cloth from Blaine's face, allowing the cloth to fall on his waist. Kurt's hand flew to his mouth as he felt the bile which had been so heavy in his stomach start to rise to his throat. He felt sick to his stomach as he saw Blaine, his perfect Blaine, lying there; no form of life what so ever. The doctor had been right, he did look as though he was sleeping, but this only made it worse. As he took Blaine's hand, which fit so perfectly in his, he expected Blaine's hand to tighten around his and give him a reassuring squeeze but instead all he could feel was the heavy, limp, cold form.

"May I have a moment alone," he whispered, not taking his eyes off his fiancés body. He felt Rachel squeeze his shoulder and then heard the door close to. He was alone. He slowly allowed himself to sink into the chair that was by Blaine's bedside, never letting go of his hand. He didn't think he could ever let go, he was dreading when it was time to leave. He couldn't leave Blaine alone.

He allowed the warm, salty tears trail down his cheeks and fall into his lap as he stared at his beautiful fiancé. He lifted Blaine's hand to his cheek and allowed Blaine's cold skin to rub against his warm, flustered skin, catching his tears and wiping them away.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered into Blaine's hand. He just wanted to say his fiancés name, wanted to hear his name escape his lips. "I'm hurting already baby, my heart feels like it's been ripped out and stamped on. We said we had forever." He placed his other hand on Blaine's cold cheek and stroked it with his thumb. "I love you so so much. I'll never stop loving you."

He looked up at the dim lights that were hanging overhead, just trying to find some composure, he felt as though he should be strong. "I don't know what to do Blaine. Please tell me what to do." He begged. "I'll never forget you baby. You are my soul mate." He bent down and slowly placed his lip to Blaine's, imagining Blaine's lips were pushing into his and the familiar tip of Blaine's fingertips brushing his cheek. What he wouldn't give to just feel Blaine's touch one last time.

When he heard footsteps behind him he knew it was time to go. He leaned down to Blaine's ear and whispered the words that he never thought he would have to say. "Bye my love, sleep tight. Wait for me." He reluctantly let go of his fiancés hand and turned to look at Rachel, who had tears streaming down her face, her tanned skin nearly as pale as his.

"I'm ready to go," he whispered, however it was load enough for Rachel to hear. She walked over to Kurt and put an arm around his waist and guided him to the door, never taking her eyes off her grieving friend. When they reached the door, Kurt stopped and looked back, watching the doctor lower the cloth back over his fiancé, hiding his beautiful features away from Kurt.

"Come on," Rachel whispered to her friend, noticing Kurt's body tense when he could no longer see Blaine.

Rachel had ordered a taxi for them both, deciding that it was best if she stayed with Kurt tonight as he was in no fit state to be left alone, which was waiting for them when they walked through the doors of the hospital. As soon as they were both in she pulled Kurt close to her allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder, feeling the violent shake of his body against hers as he grieved the one he loved. She stroked his hair off his forehead and rocked him in her arms, allowing him to just get it all out of his system, knowing that it wouldn't be the last time she would have to comfort her friend. She knew that soon he would have to talk to the police to give them information which was going to destroy him even more, but for now she didn't want Kurt to even worry about that as he had enough to think about. She didn't know how much this was going to break Kurt and she didn't know if she would ever get her best friend she once knew back, but what she did know was she would be there for him every step on this awful journey that Kurt had only just started.

"Rachel, I don't know what to do," Kurt muffled into Rachel's coat which he currently was clinging on to.

"Ssshhh, I'm here for you Kurt. You're not alone," she soothed, placing a kiss on top of his head and letting her tears fall into his hair. "I'll help you get through this."

"I don't know whether I'll ever get through this," he sobbed, burying his face further into Rachel's coat.

"It's going to take some time, but I know that Blaine wouldn't want you to mourn him forever. He would want to see you live both of your dreams." She closed her eyes, to try and compose herself as she didn't think breaking down would help Kurt.

When the taxi pulled up outside Kurt's apartment, Rachel handed the taxi man money for the fare and helped Kurt out of the taxi, as he was still very shaky and was finding it difficult. She wrapped her arm around his waist and guided him into the apartment complex. The whole time they were in the elevator no words were spoken, Kurt just stood against the wall staring at the floor. Fresh tears were slowly trailing down his cheeks. Rachel had to rub his arm when the elevator doors opened as he hadn't even registered that they had opened.

He slowly unlocked the door to the apartment and swung the door open. He stood in the doorway, unable to enter what was once his and Blaine's apartment. He couldn't bear the thought that nothing would have changed. Blaine's coat would still be hanging on the coat peg; his unwashed coffee cup would still be in the sink waiting to be washed. Their bedroom would be how they had left it, Blaine's clothes thrown on the bed as he hadn't known what to wear; his hair gel would still be on the dressing table. Everything in that apartment would remind him of the life he once had, the gorgeous man which he would never see again and this pained him.

"Rachel, I'm not ready to go in there." He whispered not looking up at her, not wanting to see her pitiful gaze.

"Well we'll go in when you're ready. We can stand out here all night if we have to." She said rubbing her hand against his arm.

"No you go in; I just want to be alone for a few minutes." He replied finally looking into her eyes to let her know that he was serious.

"Ok," she replied reluctantly. "Just come in when you're ready."

When he saw her walk into the apartment he slid down the wall and buried his face in his hands, letting the sobs take over his body. The same images just kept reeling through his mind, reminding him that what happened wasn't a dream. Why hadn't Blaine just given that man his wallet? If he had, the worst that could have happened was losing a few dollars. Instead a lot more than a few dollars had been lost. Instead Kurt had lost his reason for living. He all of a sudden felt anger surge through his veins as the man's face came to his mind. He hadn't even processed the fact that Blaine had been murdered; his mind hadn't really let him. But now as he sat there going over what had happened it all of a sudden dawned on him that Blaine had been murdered. That bastard had killed him. The shock of losing Blaine had stopped his mind registering that the reason that his life had been destroyed was because of one man, who he didn't even know. He hadn't even realised that he had stood up, as the anger surged through his veins.

"Kurt," Rachel's soft voice spoke to his right. He turned his head to look at the girl's sorrowful stare and took a hold of her outstretched hand. "Let's do this, I'll be with you the whole time," she reassured him tightening the grip on his hand and pulling him closer to her.

"Yeh, let's do this," he replied speaking with determination which even surprised him. However as soon as he stepped through the door of the apartment all that was lost and instead sadness and grief plagued his body once more. Tears streamed forcefully from his eyes and down his cheeks as he saw Blaine's coat and suitcase hanging on the hooks just by the door. He let go of Rachel's hand and slowly walked to the coat, just wanting to brush his fingertips along the soft material. When his fingertips touched the soft material, he wanted to feel more; he just wanted to smell Blaine's scent which he knew would still be on his coat. He took it off the hook and hugged it to his chest already smelling the musty scent which Blaine always smelled of. He clung to the material tightly and brought it up to his face, pressing his nose into the material. He finally felt some comfort from just being able to have some part of Blaine in his arms. However the thought that he would never be able to hold Blaine again took over his mind and that comfort he had been feeling was swept away as quick as it had come. He needed to be alone. He just wanted to close his eyes and hope that when he woke up in the morning it was all a bad dream. Still clutching the coat to his chest he made his way to his bedroom.

"Kurt, do you want me to come with you," Rachel asked taking a step towards him. Kurt answered by shaking his head, he really didn't want to talk. His throat hurt from all the crying he had done. When he finally stepped in the bedroom and shut the door behind him that's when he lost it. There were so many memories that were associated with this room that it made it hard for Kurt to breathe. His tear filled eyes wandered to the bed side table where Blaine's face was staring back at him. He was also in the picture and they looked so happy, it really reflected what they were as a couple. But know their happy faces mocked him. It was one of their favourite pictures of them together and so it had taken pride of place on Blaine's bed side table. Kurt was sitting on Blaine's knee, Blaine's arms wrapped tightly around him and they both had goofy smiles on their faces looking at the camera. Kurt let out a sob as the realisation that he would never feel Blaine's arms around him again, never feel his body heat against his body or his breath on his neck.

His legs felt so weak that it was getting hard to stand. He walked to the bed and slipped his shoes off, his feet felt so heavy. Blaine's clothes were all over the bed, most of his wardrobe in fact. He didn't bother taking them off the bed, instead deciding that they would be some comfort to him as he lowered himself on the duvet, wrapping himself in Blaine's coat and curling himself in a ball. Blaine's smell was all around him and he immediately felt home. The horrible grief that had been ripping at his body eased. He imagined Blaine's arms wrapped around him as he took in a deep breath, smelling the coat that was wrapped tightly wrapped around his body and finally drifting off to sleep, escaping from the nightmare that had become his life.

When Rachel looked in to check on Kurt, she noticed Kurt hadn't even bothered getting undressed or to take his own coat off. Finally alone she let the tears fall as she looked at a once confident Kurt, who had his life in front of him and starting a family now a broken mess. She walked over to the closet, hoping to find a blanket to put over him, but what she found tore her heart into. When she first saw the bag she put it to one side but when she saw the name of the shop she looked inside. She pulled out a little onesie that had stitched across the front 'I love daddy'. She held the little outfit to her chest and slid to the floor. She felt grief for her friend, who she had lost, but also her best friend she once knew and the baby that would now never be born.

Poor Kurt! Kurt's going to be in a sad place for a while, but that's how the story goes.

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