Yay, another update. And now I'm actually up to date. I'm about over halfway through ch11, which is Nationals, so I might have it up later next week, hopefully. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, even though its a moment that made me cry during the episode, I hope you review xx
"In loving memory of Jean Sylvester..."
Kurt smiled as he looked around the funeral home, though his smile didn't stay for long. Kurt Hummel was not a fan of funerals. Nor was his father, Burt, though Kurt and Finn had managed to drag him and Carole along with them. Just as he felt the beginnings of tears welling up in his eyes, he heard someone approaching him from behind. He was just about to turn around when he felt a slightly calloused hand slip into his own.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked quietly. Kurt did turn to look at him then. A small shake of his head was all it took for Blaine to pull Kurt into his arms. Kurt willingly fell into them, his shoulders already starting to shake with the tears and sobs that he was trying to suppress. After feeling Blaine's arms wind around his waist to hold him tight, Kurt let his emotions out and started to sob into his boyfriend's shoulder. No, Kurt Hummel was not a fan of funerals.
The tears slowly came to a stop, though Kurt didn't move. He loved the feel of his boyfriend's arms around him, holding him close. Keeping him safe and protected. The way Blaine's hand rubbed up and down his back soothingly, spread warmth throughout Kurt's body. Kurt could do nothing but revel in the feeling. For the first time in the last ten minutes, Kurt opened his eyes and looked around them. No one was staring at them, gratefully. Kurt loved what they had done with the place. After finding out that Jean had been a great fan of Willy Wonka, having watched the only copy of the movie she owned so many times that it was worn out. They had decided to give her funeral that theme. To give her a sending off that she deserved. Jean Sylvester had been like them. Downcast because she wasn't like the rest of the people her age. Ridiculed for the fact that she was different, because she had a disability. Bullied because people couldn't understand that she couldn't choose to be the way that she was, she had no choice in the matter.
Stepping into the funeral home was like stepping into the wonderful world of Willy Wonka. At the front of the aisle was Jean's casket, completely surrounded by toadstools and pretend candy, everything you could imagine from Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Kurt smiled at the sight he saw, it was soo bright and welcoming. Right next to the casket, on the left side, was a small television screen which would be turned on once the New Directions started to sing.
A gasp from behind him made Kurt pull away from Blaine as they both turned to see Sue Sylvester, who had just walked in with Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury. Kurt let Blaine pull him over to where they stood, just inside the door.
"What do you think, Coach Sylvester?" Blaine asked in a sweet, comforting voice. Sue had a shocked look on her face.
"You told us that Willy Wonka was Jean's favourite movie. The way you described Jean made her sound so special, so we wanted her funeral to be special also." Kurt said, glad his tears had dried as he stared at his former coach. "Something to capture and express the joy of her life... rather than the sadness of her death."
"It's lovely." Sue said, her voice filled with a small amount of sadness. It seemed that the coach was still not very good with showing her true feelings around the glee club, other than the fact that she showed them that she hated them, twenty-four/seven.
"Let's sit." Mr. Schue said as he placed a gentle hand on Sue's back and sent the boys a kind smile. Both of them nodded as Blaine took Kurt's hand and led them away from the two adults.
"It really is beautiful." Blaine said quietly, looking around the room in awe. Kurt smiled at him and quickly pulled him over to their seats, holding him as close as he dared in public.
"Welcome to the most unusual funeral that I have ever attended. Which makes sense, because Jean was the most unusual person that I ever had the pleasure to spend every Sunday for the last thirty years with. I think that Jean's sister Sue would like to say a few words." The minister said a short time later. Kurt wasn't surprised that he already had tears welling in his eyes again as he watched Sue stand up and make her way over to stand by her sister's casket.
"I miss my sister. Every night at ten or so she used to call me on the phone and when I asked her why... she'd tell me that her body told her..." Sue began, trying to hold in her tears. She couldn't fight them for long. "She wanted to hear my voice."
When her emotions became too much, Kurt watched as Mr. Schue got to his feet and made his way over to stand next to Sue, who already had tears falling down her cheeks.
"It's okay, I'll read it." He said quietly as she nodded. He gave her a kind smile as she placed the paper she had been reading from down and stepped aside. Mr. Schue subtly cleared his throat before stepping forward and clearly began reading for Sue.
"I miss my sister- the smell of her shampoo, the way she could always convince me to read her another book. When you love someone like I loved her, they're a part of you. It's like you're attached by this invisible tether, and no matter how far away you are...you can always feel them. And now every time I reach for that tether, I know that there's no one on the other end, and I feel like I'm falling into nothingness. Then I remember Jean. I remember a life led with no enemies, no resentment, not regrets and I'm inspired to get up out of bed and go on. I miss my sister so much. It feels like a piece of me has been ripped off. Just one more time I want to hold her. Ten more seconds. Is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold her?" By this time, Blaine had already wrapped his arms around the shaking form of Kurt as soft sobs left his body and tears slowly ran down his cheeks. "But I can't... and I won't and the only thing keeping me from being swallowed whole by sadness... is that Jean would kill me if I did. So for now... I'm just gonna miss her. I love you, Jeanie. Rest in peace."
Now was the time that Kurt had to compose himself. He sent Blaine a small smile as he quickly dried his face. Blaine stood up slowly and held out his hand to help Kurt to his feet. Kurt gladly took it and allowed Blaine to pull him up from the bench, entwining their fingers together. Together they moved over to stand where a microphone had been place while the rest of the glee club grouped together beside the casket.
"This was Jean's favourite song." Kurt said clearly into the microphone before moving to stand with the others while Sam turned the television on and quickly made his way over to join them.
"Hold your breath. Make a wish. Count to three." Blaine said clearly for the large group before them to hear before he and Kurt began to sing, small smiles on their faces.
Come with me, and you'll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you'll see
Into your imagination
Quinn and Sam took up from the next verse before the entire group joined in with the chorus.
We'll begin, with a spin
Travelling in the world of my creation
What we'll see will defy explanation
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it
Everyone but Kurt dropped out for the next verse, Kurt's voice singing loud and clear.
There is no life I know
To compare with your imagination
With a smile directed at Kurt, Blaine took back up for one line before Kurt joined back in with him for the other.
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly wish to be
The rest of the group joined back in again for the chorus, though Kurt's voice was heard slightly more than the other, tears on more than one of their faces as pictures of Jean Sylvester played on the television screen.
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world?
There's nothing to it
Tina sang the next verse before Kurt and Blaine sang the rest of the song together.
There is no life I know
To compare with your imagination
Living there, you'll be free
If you truly
Wish to be
Kurt had tears running down his face when the song ended, but a small smile was still on his face as Blaine pulled him back into his arms.
"I love you so much, Kurt." Blaine whispered so only he could hear. Kurt smiled at that, though he only had one thing to say other than repeating the words back to him.
"I love you, too. Please don't ever die!"
Blaine chuckled as he leant up to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek, which was wet from his tears.
"I'll try my best."