Kurt had been living at home again for almost two years. When he moved back, he filed for divorce, and two months later the papers were signed by both of the unwilling men. Yes, both unwilling, because as much as Kurt hated to admit it, he still loved Blaine with all of his heart. When Kurt was officially 'Kurt Hummel' again, and no longer 'Kurt Hummel-Anderson', he spent the whole night crying.
Finn tried to cheer Kurt up, because he knew all to well how bad it hurt to be cheated on. He'd only had two girlfriends his high school career, and they'd both cheated. Yes, he married one of the women, but he still knew the pain. So, Finn being the good step-brother he was, took Kurt drinking. This started a very unhealthy addiction. Kurt would go out drinking and not come home until the wee hours of the morning. He drank at home, he drank at a bar, he drank anywhere he could. His favorite was whiskey.
One night, Kurt had drank so much he finally, finally washed away all memories of Blaine. He could no longer smell him on that one shirt he'd taken with him, he couldn't remember how they'd ended, or when, and it felt great to finally not know. So, he kept drinking.
Burt woke up the next morning. He didn't know why, but something was telling him to go to Kurt's room, to check on his only son. He opened the door to find Kurt, face down in the pillow. He rushed over to the bed and flipped him over.
"Kurt!" he screamed, shaking his son. "Kurt, for God's sake boy, wake up!" Burt Hummel had only known one heartache in his life, the death of his wife Elizabeth, and he'd be damned if he experienced that with his son too. "Kurt, Kurt buddy..." He was crying, unable to revive the twenty-five year old.
"Burt, what's wrong?" Carole asked, walking into the room. She stopped dead in her tracks. This couldn't be happening, the elderly woman ran back into her room, dialing her sons number in a frantic haze. Finn ran out of his house, Rachel trailing behind quickly. Burt dialed 911 and it all happened so damn fast that he had no idea what was going on and why were they trying to take his son away? The paramedics pronounced Kurt dead at 11:11 that morning.
Under his pillow laid a note that read 'I'll love him until I die.' Burt had never cried harder. They buried Kurt under the prettiest willow tree in their family cemetery.
Meanwhile, back in New York, Blaine hadn't stopped drinking since the day Kurt left. He still went on with everyday life, making good use of his breath mints so no one would smell the whiskey, should they get to close.
People asked, and whispered, and assumed what had happened. There was no mistaking the depression that lurked behind Blaine's blank gaze, and every night when he'd go out drinking, people wondered why he never stopped. When Blaine broke it off with the guy he'd lost everything because, there was no reason for him to be in that bar. There was no reason for him to become a regular, but he did.
Finally, he'd been able to drink away the painful memory. He knew exactly how much he'd need, and he drank it. One horrible night, the memories just wouldn't fade. They wouldn't disappear and it hurt him so badly he drank more, and more, and more.
He dragged himself to bed around 2 in the morning.
The neighbors found him two days later, clinging to his wedding picture for dear life. Kurt left it, afraid of the hurt that would come along. He had no idea how far it would push Blaine.
The news of Blaine's death quickly traveled back to Ohio, and when the cause of death was revealed, it was settled. The two were never supposed to be apart. They were never supposed to be alone. They were never supposed to need to be loved. Burt quickly arranged for Blaine to be buried next to his son.
At this funeral, Rachel and Finn wanted to sing something. The song fit the two all to perfectly, and Finn missed his brother so damn much he had to do something to show he cared, to show he understood, and to show he'd never forget. Finn began the song;
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
They both started singing here.
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said, 'I'll love her till I die.'
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Rachel began singing.
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
And as they both finished the song, no one could keep their tears hidden.
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
Soon enough everyone was clearing away, leaving the grave-site beautiful and alone. To everyone, all that was there was a willow tree, and under that tree two boys were buried, two boys that were never supposed to be alone. That's what everyone else saw.
Burt Hummel turned to the tree one last time, and what he saw nearly made him cry. Two spirits materialized, smiling like they'd never been apart. The voice from beside him pushed the tears out of his eyes.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" it was Elizabeth, well... her spirit.
"He was a beautiful boy... I loved raising him." Burt whispered.
"You did a lovely job." Elizabeth smiled. "You did a lovely job helping Carole with Finn too."
"You would've done better." Burt choked on the words, tears steadily streaming down his face.
"I have a chance to out do you now." Burt now remembered where Kurt got his sass from.
"It's your turn." Burt smiled sadly, watching the two boys dance around the tree slowly.
"Don't let him hurt our boy again, okay?"
"I wouldn't dream of it." Elizabeth kissed her husband on the cheek, a silent vow going between them to find each other when he passed. She smiled sadly, before walking up to the two dancing spirits.
The three of them turned back to Burt before giving a final wave. Burt whispered an 'I love you' before they disappeared, and he'd lost them all over again.
A/N: Okay I actually started crying with this one, at the end of Whiskey Lullaby, the girl and the guy come back as spirits and are together again, so that's what happened. Also, I just wanted Burt to see Elizabeth again, what better way then that? They all saw each other one last time!Sequel to No More. Anyway, give me songs.