A/N: I'm so, so sorry about this delay, because it took so long I wont waste time, I'll just thank you all so much for reading this. To everyone who read since the beginning, to everyone who joined half way through, to all who read even just the description thank you xxx

Because I took so long I'm changing unbeta'd [sorry Bri but…I'm sorry] I hope it's okay, I adore you all thank you so much xxxx

D/C:not true so don't sue x

Blaine Anderson walked into his estate home that crisp December evening, shivering with his hands pulled to his mouth. His gloves were sopping wet as was his jacket which was dusted with flakes of snow. He would also care to bet that there was snow on his hat as well. He whipped it off first, dusting the white debris off of the cap before hanging it up. He simply brushed the snow from his jacket before he shivered, glad to be out of the cold. It was a cool December 25th. The streets were deserted save for the occasional drunk as most people were safe and home with their families.

"Darling?" He called into the home just as Kurt Hummel arrived from the kitchen with a basket in his grasp.
"Yes, yes, I'm ready." He claimed, tucking the towel around the hot turkey the basket hoisted. The younger male was dressed up much warmer than his lover with a thick duffle coat and scarf that was wrapped around his face, covering even his cute little elfin ears. His hair was a mess and fell over his brow and his eyes were weary. This year for Christmas he had insisted on cooking them their fast, further telling his lover to give all his staff a day off. They would not be needing a perfect tree or table setting here tonight. Because they were not dining in the home.

The door was opened by Blaine as his lover took a step forward, holding the warm basket closer to his chest. His lover had already carted most of his slavings out to their car but this was the last, along with a bottle of mulled wine on the counter beside the hat stand. Blaine picked that up before taking his fedora, not wanting to wear the sogging farmers cap he had just on his head.

"Are we ready?" the elder asked, gazing to his love who nodded slowly before taking a step out into the snow. His foot sank down so the cold whiteness reached his ankle. The younger shivered, letting out a gasp from the nip but he walked swiftly to the car, once more allowing his lover to open the door for him.

"M-merci." He stuttered, slotting into the seat and huddling the turkey to his chest for warmth. Blaine closed the door before jogging to the drivers side and sitting down. Once both were inside the car they took a moment to get over the coldness outside, although inside the vehicles wasn't much better.

Blaine almost asked why they couldn't just have a meal at home for their second Christmas together but he bit back the words. He knew why, because this year they were going to bring some Christmas cheer to Samuel and David. The last year in particular had been incredibly hard for their friends and they both wished too…well simply to just make things easier before the inevitable happened.

The drive to Samuel and David's was much longer than usual due to the snow that covered the streets. Blaine drove slowly, trying to keep a smile, to keep jolly. They usually tried to…well pretend everything was okay and normal when they went to visit Samuel every Sunday, but today more than any other day they needed to stay smiling. It was Christmas after all.

"Depuis plus de quatre mille ans, ous le promettaient les Prophetes; Depuis plus de quatre mille ans, nous attendions cet heureux temps…" Kurt began to sing a Christmas Carole to himself in French, Il est né, le divin enfantif Blaine wasn't mistaken. He smiled softly, hearing his lovers sweet voice ringing out in the car as they drove on the treacherous roads. It was a rather bleak Christmas. The cloud were grey, the snow deep, roads icy. Blaine felt like it wasn't truly Christmas at all. Still his lover sounded like one of Gods angels himself and that filled him with some warmth and Christmassy joy.

His hand stretched across the seas, taking Kurt's in his own but he didn't look away from the road.

"I love you." He whispered, interrupting the brunettes song. The younger blushed but squeezed Blaine's hand in return.

"I love you too." It was a horrible reason, but things had gotten better since Samuel's confession last month. It had just put everything in perspective for the two men, how they had both been idiots. Although Blaine was convinced he was the biggest one. They didn't really talk much and Kurt no longer sang as they pulled onto the road where Samuel's humble home was situated. It was a small house, squashed between a bakery and a closed down tailors. Not much to look at with only two windows from the front and an old door with a potted plant that was now dead, outside. But it was better than where Samuel and Kurt had come from.

The area was safe with no drunks knocking on their doors at all hours. The street was quiet, not just because it was Christmas, it was never unusually busy. Kurt stood out of the car once it stopped outside of the home and he huddled the turkey to his chest, gazing upwards. He could see the upstairs window that had been opened, shut tightly with a snap and some slow fell from the ledge. It almost hit him as he walked towards the house and knocked as Blaine gathered some of the other goodies in his arms. He stomped through the snow to his lover just as the door opened and David stood on front of them, a soft smile on his face.

"Kurt, Blaine." He acknowledge both and hugged each of them in turn. Blaine had rather a lot in his arms so it was awkward but they still embraced in a friendly fashion as Kurt stood out of the bitter cold.

"Merry Christmas David." Blaine spoke, smiling to his normally quiet friend. "I do not suppose you could get the last of the food from my car?"

"Of course I can." The tallest of them had a smile on his face but his eyes were as weary as ever and there was definitely more wrinkles. Kurt gazed towards the narrow staircase.

"Is Samuel…" He began but he heard a fit of coughing from the kitchen and his answer was given to him. He and David shared a look, the elder knowing what he had been about to ask and he simply nodded, telling him in silence to go ahead and see his best friend.

The brunette left his lover and David to sort all the food themselves as he walked with the turkey through the narrow hall. It was small with creaking floorboards and brown wallpaper along the sides that was peeling. Kurt fought not to make a disapproving face as he noticed a damp spot on the wall before he walked into the kitchen. Samuel was located by the table, sitting on the seat closest to the stove which was burning brightly, sending a wonderful warmth throughout the home. Kurt even let out a satisfied sigh when he felt the heat.

"It's wonderful." He found himself saying, gaining Samuel's attraction as he did. The blonde male was as much a shadow of himself as he had been last week. His face was gaunt, eyes tired and his lips were chapped from the weather. He wore layers upon layers of clothing, including a maroon sweater that Kurt had given him only two weeks ago. Even with his bulky layers he was still shivering. But he smiled towards his best friend as he entered and rested the turkey on the flimsy wooden table. Blaine had offered countless times over the last few weeks to give the men some money to fix up their home but both simply declined the offer. They were not in need of charity, although both appreciated what their friends were trying to do.

"Yes, it is. Thank you so much Kurt." The lounge singer and his partner had given David and Samuel the gift of warmth for Christmas. Enough sticks and coal to keep them warm throughout the coming months.

"Merry Christmas." Kurt said softly, walking around the table and hugging his seated friend. Samuel hugged him back, eyes closed. He tried to tighten his grip, hold Kurt to his body in a strong hug like they used to but it was as weak as ever.

"And a merry Christmas to you too my friend." The two men shared a smile when finally the door opened and a chattering Blaine and David walked in, arms filled with everything from warm potatoes to cranberry sauce. Kurt could feel his stomach churn at the scent of the food but not from hunger. Oh no. He did not feel that sensation at all. There was a stone in his stomach, as there was every time he met up with Samuel. A lingering fear that this time, of all times, would be the last he saw his friend conscious. The last thing he wished for was a large meal but he and Blaine wanted to give Samuel a memorable Christmas.

Kurt did not help with placement, rather instructed David and Blaine where to put everything on the table. David would often cast the designer looks, wondering how on earth he put up with his partner but Blaine just had a small smile on his lips as he did everything he was told to.

Soon the wondrous meal was placed out on front of them. David and Samuel sitting on one side of the table with Blaine and Kurt seated across from them. It was quiet for some moments before David clasped his hands together and shared an overly entrusted smile with his friends.

"Well now, shall we all eat?" he asked and the designer on front of him nodded, an equally broad smile on his face. The tallest of them all stood up, picking up the carving knife and handing it to Blaine. "After all this is because of you, you should cut the turkey." The designer was highly flattered but shook his head, gazing towards his friend.

"David thank you very much, but this is your home and you should have the honours." The quiet male looked unsure for a moment but Samuel touched his arm, a supportive smile on his lips.

"Darling, you should." He smiled, they didn't have a Turkey last year to cut, it would be a novelty for his partner this year. David was blushing gently, smiling towards his friends and lovers before he grinned and nodded.
"Alright..I will."

It was only minutes later before each of them were sitting down to a wonderful plate of food. Blaine smiled, feeling hungry but Kurt was already dreading having to eat as if nothing was okay. The moment the singers lover picked up his fork however, David coughed to gain his attention.

"Would you….be so terribly insulted if I was to say Grace before the meal?" He asked rather meekly. Gazing to the two men. Both Kurt and his partner looked surprised, neither would have believed David to be a religious man. But this was his home and they of course would oblige. The brunette would honestly be glad of an excuse to stall.

"By no means." Blaine said, placing down his cutlery as the two men across from him held hands. Both David and Samuel stretched out to take the other males palms in their own and awkwardly Kurt and Blaine did as shown. Neither were very religious so this was new to them. Samuel wasn't necessarily religious but he looked content. Perhaps this was something they had grown accustomed to in Lourdes.

"Seigneur, bénissez ce repas, ceux qui l'ont préparé, et procurez du pain à ceux qui n'en ont pas. Ainsi soit-il."
It was short, it was different but it was rather sweet. Kurt had his head bowed as the man spoke. Soon Samuel and David pulled their hands back and the two lovers did the same, smiling towards the meal.

"Well now, let us tuck in." David announced, only for Samuel to, not so quickly, move his hand out and touch his arm to stop him.

"Just…one moment." He said, voice strained, clearly trying to hold back a cough as he gazed forward to his very best friend. "Will you say it?"

"Say what?" Blaine asked in confusion as a genuine laugh escaped Kurt. The brunette rubbed the back of his neck, giving a cute shrug and a shake of the head.

"Sam…."

"Please?" There was a confused silence with the two partners of the smiling males and Kurt let out the softest chuckle. His cheeks a pale pink. "I did not get to hear you say it last year." The singer heard his partner ask under his breath what Sam was talking about but he just smiled knowingly.

"God bless us.." He gave in, gazing from Samuel, his sick friend whom he loved so much and wished to make the rest of his life as comfortable as possible. Then David, a man he never really had expected to grow so close to, whom he had indeed had some rough patches with but was glad to say he was the person caring for Samuel, and also someone he was glad to have in his own life. Then finally the love of his life, a man whom he had been convinced for so long would hate the real him and yet here he was, by his side, smiling to him, loving him. He was blessed to be here with everyone that he loved the most in the world and he couldn't help the broad smile that crossed his lips. "Everyone…"

The meal went by with laughter and stories. It wasn't like their normal visits once a week the conversations weren't an awkward way to pretend everything was normal. There was plenty of mulled wine which made tongues looser and each of them shared some Christmas stories. Samuel explained, with some help from Kurt, how every Christmas they spent together Kurt would read him a Christmas Carole as he was illiterate and when they'd settle down for their humble Christmas meal he would insist Kurt say the famed line. David told them of his life with his adoptive family. He was an orphan, which Kurt actually never knew until this meal but he didn't comment, and had been adopted into a large and kindly family. He chuckled as he recalled the mad dash to the kitchen table every Christmas day for the meal and how he would hardly have enough to satisfy his hunger as there was so many of them. But that didn't matter, what he mainly remembered was the warmth of the company being surrounded by those you loved.

It was a feeling all four could relate to right now.

Kurt found he was eating as well which he hadn't expected to happen. However he happily scoffed down his meal, chattering away as they spoke of everything from memories to the weather to gifts. Samuel proudly showed his friends the painting hanging in their stone kitchen, it was of Montmartre which his lover had done for him. He recalled how it was where they had met and of course it only resulted in him insisting David tell the story.

Blaine smiled politely, both he and Kurt had heard this story so many times before but it was fine. The two looked so happy as they told it so he was not willing to interrupt.

"Well that was wonderful if I say so myself." Kurt said with a smile once he cleaned his plate, smiling brightly. Samuel nodded in agreement as David fuelled the fire.

"Blaine, thank you so much for your generous gift." He said and the designer smiled gently, shaking his head.
"Please, it was my pleasure." The blonde was informed. Samuel chuckled softly and gazed to his friends with tired eyes.

"It is very small but I…" A fit of coughing followed, the young man barking into his hand and David instantly left the fire side to rush to his partner. His large, reassuring hands stroked along the younger's back until the fit subdued. "Thank you…" Samuel croaked before gazing towards his friends. "I…asked David to…organize a small gift for you both." The brunette's eyes widened and instantly he was about to insist that their friends do no such thing. They did not need gifts. However before here could say anything he noticed his friend weakly gesturing towards the ceiling. Confused, he gazed upwards only to see that there was some mistletoe hanging from the light fixing overhead. His eyes widened in surprise and cheeks turned pink as Blaine's gaze followed his.

"Mistletoe?" The designer questioned and a chuckle and cough escaped the blonde across from them.

"You…you are aware of tradition, aren't you Blaine?" The ill male asked, his hand covering his mouth. Kurt tried not to gaze to his friend as he coughed huskily, he felt like someone had forced him to swallow the ice from outside and his heart ached.

"Of course." Kurt could hear his lover respond as David finished by the fire and walked back to Samuel. He knelt by his side and pressed the lightest kiss to his cheek, encouraging the two to speak in hushed voices. Both were smiling and Kurt definitely heard his best friend whisper to his partner how he loved him. It was heartbreaking to look at them. "Kurt?" The younger turned to gaze to his lover and he appeared nervous.

They never really did this, the entire public affection thing. Yes it was only their friends but even then…

Blaine stared to his lover, seeing his hesitation and that caused him to feel nervous. Kurt looked so unsure and he wasn't even fully sure why. Still as he gazed to his lover…Blaine saw how he was a vision. His nervous eyes were downcast and his lip was twisted into a crooked narrow line as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. His china white flesh was almost glowing somehow, perfectly flawless and there was a single strand of hair that fell over his brow and it caught Blaine's attention who couldn't help but brush it away. The moment his fingertips touched Kurt's flesh, the younger leaned into his tough, almost like he couldn't help himself.

The smallest of smiles escaped Blaine and he slipped closer to his love, chair dragging on the stone floor. Kurt's cheek was heating up against his palm and eh smiled sweetly towards him.

"Cara mia, ti voglio bene." The elder whispered softly in the language he knew his partner loved the most, leaning close and pressing his lips to Kurt's. Even though the younger had known to expect it, it still came as a shock for his love to kiss him on front of company. Still he didn't hesitate in stretching but and fisting the fabric of his lovers waited coat. Their lips meshed perfectly and the brunette let out his breath through his nose, eyes closed as he whimpered softly. He was so in love it pained him. No matter what issues he and Blaine went through he knew this feeling would never go away. He wasn't even conscious of someone else being in the room, he just held his love close, kissing him back.

For some moments their lips met, the perfect blend of softness and love, Kurt pulled away with the gentlest smile on his face and a pale shade of pink on his cheeks.

"I love you too." He whispered softly, taking Blaine's hand in his and looking around, once more glad to be surrounded by those he loved.

That Christmas was memorable, for some very good reasons. There had been great company, good food and grand conversation. Sadly however it all couldn't continue so well. It was in fact the last time that Kurt and Blaine saw their friend Samuel in good health. By New Years the blonde had taken to the bed, unable to do much other than sleep all day and hold the occasional fifteen minute conversation. David was very private about his lovers health. He did not talk about it, not even to his friends. In fact, only for Kurt and Blaine visited regularly, they'd have no idea of the state the blonde male was in.

His cough had worsened, but now he had begun to cough up blood quiet a lot of the time. He was so fragile it seemed that even the slightest movement could snap him in half. He was a different person from the well build, blonde god he had been previously. However, as bad as things got he held on. Winter passed by and Spring arrived. In fact…it was April by the time things became truly bleak. By now Samuel could hardly even keep his eyes opened. He couldn't hold a conversation, in fact he could hardly speak at all. He had a constant fever and often the only sound escaping him would be moans and whimpers due to the chest pains.
Things did not look well.

Despite David's request for no interference, Blaine provided finance to bring in doctors, a number of them looking for some way, anyway to help Samuel, to at least ease the pain. Nothing had worked and all came to the same conclusion, it was simply a matter of time.

However something did happen that shocked all of them. It was April fifteenth, Kurt and Blaine arrived at their friends home, as they had every odd day so far this month. Both knew it was a matter of time before their friend left them, and they wished to be there for him as much as possible.

Kurt had been wearing one of Blaine's fashions, one of the trousers from his last show which had been his first flop. He wore a long duffle coat however to hide the unusual style and a trademark scarf. It was thick and woollen and somewhat itched but he did not care. He was still as beautiful as ever even with the dark circles underneath his eyes. Blaine however looked worse for wear. He did not have the ritualistic routine that his lover had. Kurt would spend hours moisturising and such to ensure he would look well, Blaine…he was too busy for that, working on a new line to gain back his title as head of the fashion world. Right now he looked wretched, dark circles underneath his eyes, his face pale, pasty. He wasn't sure what to expect today…but he knew it would not be good. Samuel was NOT well.

Kurt knocked on the door of the home, a pot of soup in his arms as made by Blaine's chef. He knew David would probably be hungry, the young man did nothing other than care for his lover nowadays.

The door opened with surprising energy and a bright eyed David stood on front of them. His face was wet and he had clearly been crying.

"Come in, come in, please." He said in a speedy tone, taking the pot without even a thank you and just laying it on a counter in the hall. Kurt's stomach flipped as he was unsure how to take his tone. He gazed to Blaine however and walked in, removing his scarf as he followed David up the rickety staircase.

Blaine was gnawing on his lip, following his partner up the staircase. He appeared nervous, unsure why David was fidgeting so much. He wasn't smiling but his tone was excitable. It was very hard to read.

They went to the usual room. A small one, only box sized with ripped wallpaper and creaky floorboards that groaned and whined beneath their weight. There was the usual humble, single bed rested against the west wall. Kurt had expected to see Sam with his eyes shut, fever burning, body deteriorating.

But no.

Today he walked in and his best friend was awake. And not only that but he was sitting up with a number of thin pillows behind him. He was gazing out the window which faced away from the door. Eyes heavy with dark circles beneath them. He fought to keep his breathing steady so he wouldn't cough. It hurt so unbearably much to simply breathe.

"Sam?" Very slowly the blonde turned his head, gazing to the door where both Blaine and Kurt stood, the both of them looking like they were witnessing Lazarus rising from the dead. The youngest of the all looked around in confusion. Yesterday Samuel was at deaths door and yet now…now…..

"Hello." His voice was scratchy, rough. As if he hadn't spoken in years. He looked worn out and yet here he was, sitting up, smiling weakly…talking.

"Sam!" Neither David nor Blaine were fast enough to stop Kurt as he rushed forward to his friend. Both were afraid he would do something stupid and hurt the suffering blonde even further. But thankfully he stopped by his side, hands resting on the mattress. He was itching to touch his friend, to hold him close, hug him, tell him how much he missed him and his terrible jokes and wonderful paintings. But he didn't, because if he did he could break him even further. If that was possible.

Samuel smiled tiredly, hearing his best friends voice.

"Kurt…" He whispered, weaker than the younger had ever heard him. But right now that didn't matter. He was conscious, talking. It was a miracle.

"It will all be okay." Kurt whispered, filled with foolish hope. Somehow this hurt Blaine so much more than almost anything. It was indeed a miracle that Sam was suddenly awake and able to talk to them. But that was no indication of the future. He had some final moments of strength…but one thing was for sure. He would never be better.

"Kurt.." The young designer whispered as he took a step forward. His hand rested on his back, unsure what to say but Samuel smiled weakly and gave him a look that told him that the sick male would take care of this.
"Kurt…" Some weak coughs escaped the sickly male and the room fell silent other than the creek of floorboards as David walked to the other side of the bed. Sam gave his lover a gentle smile before looking to Kurt. "I am…happy I was able to see you one last time." Tears welled up in the brunettes blue eyes.

"N-no…do not talk like that…" He pleaded but Sam smiled softly.

"Do not be afraid Kurt…I am not…I will not be around for very long…" Blaine even tensed hearing this, somehow holding onto his tears and emotions. Whereas Kurt was a trembling mess by now.

"Sam.."

"Shhh-shh-hh…hug…" A number of incoherent and uncomfortable noises escaped the blonde as he weakly lifted a tissue to his lips and coughed. Blaine nearly flinched when he noticed the amount of blood the young man was coughing up. "Kurt…please…do not…be sad….I…" Every word was difficult. He could hardly talk, it was as if his voice would give in any second. The blonde opened and closed his fist and without thinking Kurt took his hand. The squeeze the blonde gave his best friends palm indicated he had done the right thing. "I just wish for you and…..and Blaine to be happy…"

"We are Samuel." Blaine spoke this time, not very convincing but his voice was steadier than his lovers. He was happy with Kurt however. Very much and now he knew to appreciate him…to love him because he never knew if something like this could take his love away from him. His tone was simply a little lifeless because he couldn't help but think this would be the last time they'd see Samuel in anyway healthy.

"I am glad…" The blonde smiled tiredly and closed his eyes as he did so. Instantly Kurt tensed up and squeezed his hand.

"No, please don't go…" He pleaded voice fading to less than a whisper as his best friend relaxed underneath his grasp. An almost unrecognizable chuckle escaped the blonde who opened his eyes.

"I am…not going…anywhere." He informed his friend. His tired eyes scanned the two men to his left. "I feel…privileged…to have you both in my life." Blaine stroked Kurt's back as a sob escaped him. Very tiredly the bed ridden male looked sideways to his own partner. "I can…only hope that…someday David will…be as happy with…someone as…"

"No!" David spoke surprisingly firm, his eyes tear filled as he took his lovers other hand, kissing his knuckles. "No, do not talk like that…I-I…you are…you are my love…I will…never…" Samuel hushed his lover, growing even weaker than he had just been.

"We should go.." Michael said suddenly, Kurt looking over his shoulder. Clearly not wanting to do as his partner suggested. He obviously didn't understand why his lover wanted to leave Samuel at this time of all times. But David understood, through teary eyes he gazed to the man on front of him.

'Thank you..' he mouthed, watching as Blaine whispered to his lover, to give David and Samuel some time together. Kurt was shivering, not wanting to leave but he knew his partner was right. Slowly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Samuels forehead.

"W-we will see you tomorrow." This time Samuel just nodded and watched as his friends left. They hadn't even reached the front door before Kurt broke down. He had to be lead down the old staircase and by the time he reached the bottom his legs had given in. thankfully Blaine was here to hold him close, to calm him. For some moments the two of them just stood in the hall. Holding one another close as Kurt broke down. He knew…that would be the closest he would ever get to seeing 'his Sam' ever again.

Two days later and Samuel hadn't even opened his eyes. He was breathing…but that was all. It was night-time and Kurt and Blaine were home, having been to see their friends today. They remained while the doctor was there and for some time afterwards. But now they were home, both beneath the covers of their warm bed as a fire was lighting. Kurt was laying on his back, completely bare as Blaine's lips traced along his neck, his lips were soft like velvet and they usually would send rivers of pleasure through Kurt's body…but not this time. The younger just laid unresponsive as his partner stroked his masculine chest.

"Blaine, I am sorry I…" The young man didn't even have to continue before Blaine rolled off of his body and laid beside him, his own body bare and clearly uninterested in sexual acts of any kind.

"I understand, it is just…." Blaine sighed as he was at a loss for words. There was an air of dread, because every passing day meant they were one day closer to loosing someone who was important in the both of their lives.

"Yes…" Kurt whispered, not even needing to hear the words. He knew what his lover had been about to say and he closed his eyes, covering his face over with his palms. He felt like he was breaking apart all the same. And the large, warm hand that rested on his hip had surprised him. He opened his eyes and gazed to Blaine as his lover pulled him close so they were on their sides, staring to one another.

Kurt looked so beautiful when he cried. It was heartbreaking but in the most gorgeous way. He had movie star looks…that was for sure.

"I love you.." Blaine whispered, gazing to him. "Kurt Hummel I love you…everything about you…." He did…his personality, his wit, his laugh, smile, beauty both outer and inner. Kurt let out a small whimper upon hearing the words but still he buried his face against his lovers neck.

"I-I love you too…" He whispered softly, one hand resting upon Blaine's chest as the elder pulled him closer. They just laid together for some time until Kurt eventually fell asleep with the sinking suspicion that everything was not okay.

That evening, on a beautiful April morning. It happened.

Kurt dressed in a crisp white shirt and some ankle length slacks, his suspenders cut a little into his shoulder but he didn't let it bother him. It itched more than anything. There was a rather nice maroon jacket draped over a chair which he picked up. It was old, worn but cosy. It was not one of Blaine's creations, it was much too plain to be one of his wonderful clothing designs. It had actually belonged to Kurt. It smelt a little damp and was a little too large but it had been a gift from Samuel. And Kurt found he was appreciating such things much more now than he had before.

Blaine was rather dapper looking. He wore pinstriped trousers and a white, slightly too large shirt. His jacket matched his pants and it was a rare time that Kurt saw him wearing someone else's brand of clothing. In fact…it was David Karofsky's clothes of all people.

"Why would you wear such a thing?" Kurt asked, picking up Blaine's embroidered handkerchief and folding it up. His tone was quiet, sad. There was a heavy feeling in his heart as he slipped the red trimmed hanky into his partners breast pocket. The half Irish man shrugged.

"It is quite a handsome suit." He muttered, gazing to the brunette as he straightened out his collar and such. It was well made, rather boring but well made.

Kurt hadn't heard anything of Karosky in years. From what he gathered, the young man never did make it BIG. For some time after he and Kurt had met at the bar there had been titbits of information about Blaine Anderson leaked to the press. But that was about it. He had never been much of a threat. In truth…no one had. Blaine was amazed how he and Kurt lived so peacefully. Though much of the reason was because they did not go out looking for trouble. Their relationship was strictly between them and those closest to them.

"You do look rather sharp." The brunette said with a very weak smile, gazing to his love. He rested his palms against his chest, stroking the fabric gently. Blaine gazed slightly upwards to his taller lover and gently touched his hip.

"Come here." He whispered, second hand resting on the nape of his neck as he strained to kiss his forehead. Kurt bowed his head in curtsey as his loves lips touched his flesh and he sighed oh so gently. He truly loved this man on front of him.

"I love you.." Kurt whispered, picking up his partners bolder hat and placing it on his head. Blaine closed his eyes as his head was covered.

"I love you too my darling." He whispered back, touching his cheek with a small smile. Kurt smiled, but it was weak and clearly forced. He appeared so tired. They both did and Blaine was in no mood for his meeting. He was to meet up with some members of a company, one which wished for him to create a line of clothes exclusively for them to sell. It was a good opportunity to get his name back out of the mud.

He found it somewhat hilarious in a way. Once upon a time his career and name had been all that mattered. Now with Kurt and his friends in his life….it came second to love. Of course he was concerned with his name but…well it did not matter as much as it once had.

"You do not have to come to Samuel's, I know you are in a hurry." The elder shook his head, eyes closed.

"No, no I want to…I will stay for some minutes to at least give David some company. I know you'd like some time alone with Samuel." The brunette smiled gently and hugged his lover close, thankful for his understanding.

Blaine never did go to the meeting. He arrived at the home with his partner, smelling the warm scent of bread fresh from the bakery. David would always try to have something small for them when they arrived to see his lover. Blaine's stomach churned, not from hunger, far from it. He couldn't shake this ominous feeling he had been experiencing all day.

"David?" Kurt called gently into the rather quiet home. There was some slow footsteps from upstairs and David appeared on the top of the rickety staircase.

"K-Kurt…" Even his voice was broken, face wet with tears. Kurt automatically stretched out, gripping onto Blaine's hand in fright. His hand squeezed his lovers almost painfully but the sudden air of dread and fear that filled Blaine up blocked out the physical pain.

"D-David…is he…."

"He hasn't much longer…" Blaine could feel Kurt freeze beside him and he rested a hand on his arm, gently leading him up the stairs. It was awkward the stairway wasn't made for two men side to side. Yet the moment they reached the top Kurt broke away and embraced his friend. His slender arms wrapped around David's athletic body and he held the painter close.

David bit down on his lip and wound his arms around his friend, holding him but not for very long.

"Come…he…is….resting." Every word grew fainter and Blaine could see the young man breaking down on front of him. He followed the men to the bedroom where Samuel was resting.

David informed them that the doctor had just left but he did not mention any diagnosis. It was plain to see what Samuel's state was.

His skin was almost grey in colour and his eyes were closed. The three could hear his breathing before they even entered the room. It was loud with a drag to it. Kurt silently hoped for his friend to be awake but once he walked in he knew one thing instantly.

He wouldn't see him awake again.

It was the slender brunette who walked forward to the bed first. Blaine stood by the door, hand now over his chest and David just lingered by the wall.

Kurt approached his friends side and took his and in his own. He was trembling slightly as he stretched out one hand and took his best friends in it. Samuel didn't react. He just laid still, his head sunk into the pillow behind his head. There was a cold sweat on his brow, his hair was limp and wet from an hour ago when David had washed his hair in the bed for him. He did not appear well…not at all.

"Sam? Can you hear me?" He whispered, eyes tear filled and voice quivering as he spoke. There was of course no answer and Kurt trembled gently. "Please Sam…just look at me…"

"Kurt please…" Blaine took a step closer, his own eyes hot and teary as he fought back his own emotion. His partner shook his head.

"No…no he has to…wake up…" But the blonde didn't, he just breathed, because at this moment it was all he could do. "Sam please…it's Kurt…it is your best friend, just look at me….tell me it's going to be okay….."

"Kurt please, stop this." Blaine begged, a tear falling from his own cheek as he slipped a hand around his lovers body and pulled him to his chest. David wasn't interfering. He was now sitting on the ground, back against the wall and his forehead pressed to his knees. As if he was here all by himself. The singer was trembling all over and shook his head once more, still holding Samuel's hand in his own.

"No Blaine…no he can't…he can't leave us…." He sniffled, looking to the dark circles, the lines on his face. He looked so weak and there was blood on his lip. Each breath sounded like it pained him, killed him inside and it killed everyone else in the room too. For him to die right now….it would be a relief for him. He was in too much pain and had been suffering for so long. It was a miracle he had survived even this long. Although deep down they all knew the reason he hadn't given in was because of the three men standing in this room.

"He can't go…he can't…" Kurt whimpered, it was only settling in now. Samuel was dying…he was going to be gone. Soon. Very soon. "He cannot Blaine I…he cannot…." The brunette turned into his partner and huddled against his chest, shivering all over and whimpering softly. "No…no…" For some minutes this was the only sound. Kurt's gentle please. David seemed to have shut himself away from this situation, not moving from his position on the ground and Blaine held back his own tears as he held Kurt close against him.

"We need to say goodbye…" Surprisingly it was Kurt who spoke, his body trembling all over as he gazed over his shoulder. The truth was finally sinking in, like someone had forced him to swallow lead. These were Samuel's last hours.

Blaine couldn't say anything for fear his voice would give in when he was supposed to be strong for his partner. Slowly the younger pulled away and turned to face Samuel on the bed. He sniffed and rubbed his nose which was wet with tears.

For a while it was silent but then each of the men said their piece. Kurt thanked Samuel for being there with him since he came to Paris, for supporting him and showing him that he deserved to be happy. Blaine did not say much. He touched the mans shoulder, gazing to his closed eyes as he thanked him for being supportive.

Kurt did not want to leave and of course Blaine would not make him but an hour or so later the two were outside the room. Giving David time with his lover. Kurt sat on the top step of the stair way. He felt sick of this stairs, this home. By now it was just filled with memories of Samuel being sick, his life slowly coming to an end right on front of their eyes.

"This isn't fair Blaine." Kurt whispered as his lover sat beside him. They could hear David whispering, telling Samuel how much he loved him every day they were together. "Why Samuel? He….is the kindest person in the world…he did not….why couldn't it have been me."

"Don't talk like that." The elder whispered with fear, not wanting to imagine that happening. He couldn't loose Kurt…he'd die before he'd let that happen.

"But it is true…I lied almost my whole life…I am not a good person and yet it is Samuel who…." He groaned, burying his face against his hands as he shivered all over. Blaine's supporting arms wrapped around him and he held him close.

"It will be…"

But he didn't even finish his sentence. Because then, at that exact moment, both of them heard it.

Little more than a whisper from the ajar room, but it may as well have been screaming.

"No…no…no Sam, please don't…don't leave me. I can't…I cannot…not live…no please…please come back…" Kurt answered, his body tight and he shook his head as a shiver ran along his back.

"No…he cannot.." The younger whispered as a sob escaped the room.

"No Sam…please don't leave me.."

"Oh god.." Blaine whispered, his stomach in knots as he looked to Kurt. There was a feeling of pure dread, pain hanging over them, weighing each of them down. Kurt felt like he was breaking apart and he almost doubled over, pressing his forehead to his knees, his body beginning to tremble.

"He cannot….no Sam…no…"

"It's okay...it's gonna be okay…" Blaine had no idea what else to say as he pulled Kurt close, burying his face in his hair as they sat hip to hip on the stairs. Kurt was trembling all over, sobbing, his body wrecked as he clung to Blaine, neither of them able to believe…to accept…it couldn't be over.

But alas it was.

Both men walked into the room to find Samuel laying on the bed, his face the most peaceful it had been in months. There was no sound of pained breathing. He was just…at rest. David however was shivering desperately, his body thrown over the blondes torso. His hands were fisting the thin sheets and he shook his head.

"No…he cannot be…." the eldest male lifted his head, looking to the younger men.

"David I'm….I'm so sorry…" Blaine whispered, the tears rolling down his cheeks as Kurt turned into him, having seen his best friend. So lifeless….so…

"No…no…" Kurt whispered in mantra along with the eldest man. Blaine was silent, his face pale as he held his love. A heavy feeling of dread and pure sadness filled the entire room. They could not appreciate how Samuel was finally at rest…no longer in pain. All anyone could even think of was how the man who had brought them all together in some way had left their lives forever.

It was beautiful that morning. The sun was shining as a humble crowd gathered in a small church along the street in which Samuel and David had lived. It had been intimate, quiet with many people that Kurt and Blaine did not know. People whose lives Samuel had touched. There wasn't many, but each had a wonderful story to tell about the happy painter. His friends in the area all knew of his and David's relationship, but while in the church it had been a taboo topic. However when outside getting air, Kurt had overheard some women telling the people she was standing with how she had never seen two people more in love than the two men. David was his usual silent self that day but unlike usual he was distant.

He was one of the last to reach the church and when Kurt motioned for him to sit with him and Blaine he simply walked away and sat on a lonely pew by himself. He did not cry as the priest droned on in Latin. Even afterwards he didn't partake in stories of his partner. He did not stay around to hear tales of how beautiful the man had been, about how many people he had given a free painting to just to be kindly. How he had never hesitated to go out of his way to help people, even as his health deteriorated.

He just did not interact. And even as his lover was buried in the cemetery behind the church he stood as a distance away from everyone else, not even looking as the casket was lowered into the ground. He was like stone, and even disappeared as the morning turned to afternoon and people began to leave. It was actually Kurt and Blaine who ended up thanking everyone personally for coming. A few people gave surprised looks when they realised the man shaking hands was none other than Blaine Anderson. But no one commented on it and Blaine was glad of this.

Today wasn't to do with him, or anyone else. It was about Samuel and the short but wonderful life he had left. One filled with love and art and music. He may have been poor financially but when it came to friends and company and happiness he was richer than most others. And Blaine was glad that that was what people were talking about.

Soon everyone had left and the cemetery was empty. Kurt and Blaine stood by the iron gates which had two bronze birds on either pillar. Everything was so silent and Kurt let out a soft breath. He was wearing a long, knee length black coat while Blaine wore a dark jacket that reached his waste. Kurt didn't own many black clothing so the jacket was Blaine's. He looked very well, but Blaine couldn't even appreciate that today. He had spent the last few hours in silent pain, unable to believe that Samuel, someone had had very much cared for and liked…was gone…

"Kurt? Blaine?" Kurt looked over his shoulder and gazed to the young man on front of him. David stood, tall, dark and handsome. As tired as he was and appeared, he looked well in his best clothing. Kurt tilted his head upwards to look to the elder but didn't move from his position. He stood with one of Blaine's hands on his back and he had never appreciated the tender touch so much in his life.

"David.." He said in a whisper. He couldn't bring himself to even fake a smile. Today...it had been hard. He was surprised he hadn't been in tears for every moment of it. But somehow he held on. Particularly because of Blaine being by his side but also because he knew how much Samuel hated to see him cry. He had hated to see anyone hurting.

"Do you wish for us to leave?" Blaine asked, gazing towards the painter. "I know you have not had a chance to…" The elder was shaking his head before Blaine could even continue and he took a step forward.

"I…wished to ask you both to come with me." He asked, gazing back to a grave which was in plain view. There was no headstone but the earth was freshly turned and there was a bouquet of red and yellow roses upon it from Kurt.

"Are you sure?" Kurt asked, gazing to the young man on front of them. He had stayed so distant from everyone and yet now he was asking for company. The artist nodded.

"Those people…I know them but….I do not know them…." He closed his eyes, aware that probably made no sense to anyone else but he did not care enough to correct himself. "I wish to say goodbye to Samuel…once more but it would mean very much to me if you stayed perhaps…but if you have plans…"

"David we would be honoured to stay with you for some time." The eldest smiled very weakly and nodded his head in silent thanks. The three walked along the stone pathway in the graveyard, Kurt with his hands in his pockets, Blaine's hand still on his back. There was a number of beautiful cherry blossom trees in bloom and the blossoms looked rather wonderful dancing on the breeze.

They approached Samuels grave in mere moments. David stopped by the side, gazing to the flowers that Kurt had left upon it before everyone left.

"They are beautiful…thank you Kurt." He whispered, gazing to the both of his friends. "And thank you as well Blaine…the both of you…you made our final weeks so much easier." Kurt couldn't help but notice the choice of David's words. Our final weeks.

"I am only sorry we didn't discover sooner." The designer spoke, gazing down to the flowers which Kurt had chosen himself. David sighed softly.

"I spoke to him….but he firmly believed that.. you two deserved to experience true love for some time without him bringing sadness on you." David's eyes, for the first time since Samuel's death, teared over. "They will be hurt enough when I am gone…let them enjoy themselves while I'm here…"

"The fool." Kurt commented, his voice cracking. "He never thought of himself." A small, weak laugh escaped David who took out a handkerchief and rubbed his eyes.

"It is true…he never did…he was so selfless…" Some birds sang in the distance, interrupting their silence. "I only wish I was that selfless."

"You were." Kurt spoke with soft determination in his voice. Willing the artist to believe him. "David…so many people would have given up on Sam when they discovered he was ill."

"I could never…I loved him too much..." The dark haired male took in a breath. "He asked me to leave…but I told him I wouldn't…that I would forever be by his side…now look at me." Unexpected to Kurt, it was Blaine who pulled away from him and walked over to David. He place his magical, supporting hand on the taller males shoulder, gazing to him.

"David…Samuel would have wanted you to live. He wished for you to be happy."

"This is not happiness." Came the response, a little harsher than he meant it. The eldest flinched at his own tone and closed his eyes. "I-I am sorry…"

"Please, don't be." Blaine whispered, stroking his arm a little. When he opened his eyes the artist looked to him with the smallest of smiles.

"Thank you my friend."

After that none really spoke for some time. Kurt, who had never been religious, clasped his hands together, resting against his lap and prayed silently that whoever it was that had taken Samuel would cared for him. And he prayed to Sam, asking him to watch over David. Blaine soon moved back to Kurt, standing by his side. And David…he was as silent as ever. He stood still, just gazing to the grave as he quietly mourned and questioned.

"Why?…" Kurt was convinced he heard him whisper before the elder finally moved. The dark male knelt down on the grass, extending a hand to the dirt and he touched it. It was as close as he would ever be to his lover again.
He remained in that position, silent and still but touching the earth that his love laid beneath. Kurt wished he could say something, something to make this better for the man. As much as it hurt him every second to think about his friend whom he had lost…it had to hurt so much more for David.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night…" Kurt found himself beginning to sing so gently. Samuel always loved his voice, often asking him to sing him to sleep. This had been a particularly favourite. They had called it their lullaby. "Take these broken wings and learn to fly…all your life…you were only waiting for this moment to arise."
Blaine moved his hand, taking Kurt's in his own and squeezing. He could not comment. As beautiful and sad as the eulogy in the church had been…this song someone seemed to be more of a tribute to Samuel than any words or story so far.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night…take these sunken eyes and learn to see…all your life…you were only waiting for this moment to be free…"

David's shoulders began to shiver and he no longer held onto the tears as they fell, down onto the ground beneath which Samuel was resting.

"Blackbird fly…blackbird fly…into the light of the dark black night…"

He began to sob, uncontrollably, even fisting some of the dirt, unable to accept. His lover couldn't be gone…he simply couldn't. Blaine felt for a moment like he should move, comfort the man. But David wasn't anything like his own lover. He didn't need comfort…he needed time. He had asked for company and his friends had given him that. But he did not need to be held and babied. He just needed to come to terms his own way and right now he was taking that first step as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Blackbird fly…blackbird fly…into the light of the dark black n-night…"

Kurt's voice cracked finally and he simply turned into Blaine. Unlike David, Kurt did need comfort. He needed those strong arms around him, holding him close and showing him how there was still warmth and love in the world. Right here in these arms.

None were sure how long exactly they had stood in that cemetery. There were tears and there were stories.

Good ones and not so good. David told the two the story of how he and Samuel had met, but it was only like hearing half the story without Samuel to but in with his own account. Even when he was ill his face would light up when recounting how he and David met.

By the time they were all ready to leave it was almost dark. The sun was setting, casting glorious rays of magenta across the sky, reminding Kurt of a painting he had sat and watched Samuel paint from memory of what he called the most perfect sunset ever.

The three men left the cemetery, David walking with his head slightly higher. There was still a heavy weight on his heart and soul. After all, he had just lost the love of his life.

"Are you sure you would not like to come home with us David?" Kurt asked for the countless time. Both men had mentioned, asked and bordered on pleaded with the young man to come with them for the night. David shook his head. He did not force a smile or anything of the sort.

"No, thank you." Kurt sighed softly, wishing the young man would come with them but he knew he would not and he did not wish to push him. "May I be honest?" The painter did not even wait for an answer until he spoke. "The only reason…I did not…go with Samuel after he left was…because you were both just outside…"
Instantly both men stopped in their tracks and Blaine gazed to the man on front of him.

"David…you are coming with us." He was insistent this time. There was no way on earth he was going to leave the man alone, not after what he had just said. David just smiled and chuckled softly underneath his breath.
"You are both...too kind…" He smiled gently towards them. "I shall be honest…it took me much longer to warm to you each when I met you…but I am glad to have you as friends." Kurt shook his head in confusion.

"David please, stop talking like this." The brunette said in a quiet, scared tone. David couldn't help his small, weak smile.

"I am sorry for scaring you…I will not hurt myself. I promise…I stayed alive that time because of you…but now I will stay alive because it is what Samuel would want…isn't it?" Kurt and Blaine nodded without a moments hesitation. "That is what I thought…" The eldest gazed around them and let out a soft sigh. "I really must be going…" He just felt like taking a walk, taking some moments to be…well, alone. Truly alone. He could see the nervous look on his friends faces and he touched Kurt's shoulder. "I will come to visit you this weekend…if it means so much to you."

"Thank you David." Kurt whispered before the man walked away. There was simply silence left in his wake. Kurt was unsure what was to happen. He did not want to leave the cemetery and yet he just wished to be home alone with his lover.

"Come with me." It was unexpected to hear his partners voice but Kurt gazed sideways to Blaine and smiled tiredly. He nodded and walked side by side with his lover, their elbows occasionally brushing.

"Are we going home?" he asked, flat tone not measuring up to his small smile. Blaine shook his head but said no more, leading Kurt along some side streets. They passed some houses and the backs of buildings and at more than one point Kurt felt a little uncomfortable in certain areas but he kept is head down and soon they arrived out by the Seine. He was confused as he gazed up and down the road he had played on so many times in the past.

"Why are we here Blaine?" The young man whispered, passing a small flower shop. Blaine stood still after some paces, resting his hand on the youngers elbow and looked to him.

"There...is where I first saw you." Kurt smiled softly.

"Darling." He whispered beneath his breath. "I do not know if you hit your head but we met in Madame.." Blaine hushed his lover, not even wanting to hear her name.

"No, no…where I saw you…" The designer pointed to some arches across the road. "Sitting right there...it was raining but you still sang…beautifully I might add."

"Oh Blaine…hush now." The younger blushed, smiling weakly.

"I never imagined…that I would fall so head over heals for you….and today I realised I have Samuel to thank for that." Kurt's smile turned sad but still remained.

"Sam?"

"Yes..he was…I believe the reason Simone was created…somewhat…because of his job…and if it wasn't for her I never would have found you." They spoke so quietly, standing close in the crisp night-time air. "And when I came back from Japan…"

"He brought you to me." Kurt finished, his eyes filling with tears. "He was always my angel." Blaine gazed around, making sure the street was completely deserted before he stretched up and brushed Kurt's tear away, his lover sniffled as he did.

"Yes…he truly was.." The elder whispered. "He was also right...when he said we should be happy…"

"But I am Blaine…I-I mean…" The lounge singer gnawed on his plump bottom lip. "Of course I am not…'happy' in this moment...but I am happy…with you…I love you Blaine….despite all the problems I caused I.." A finger was pressed to his lips to hush him.

"Kurt we have both made mistakes…but that doesn't matter." Kurt almost fell as his lover pulled him close. Instantly he pressed his hands to his chest.

"Blaine...what if someone sees?" he questioned but Blaine shook his head.

"I do not care….life is too short to be worried Kurt…I do not want to regret a moment. When I die I want to do so knowing I told you at every opportunity how much I love and adore you…how happy you make me…how…" He could not speak anymore as the softest pair of petal lips pressed against his own. His eyes widened at the touch and cheeks heated up desperately. After some moments Kurt pulled away, a small smile on his lips. "We could be hanged if someone saw that..." Blaine wheezed, out of breath from the kiss.

There was a moment of silence and Kurt brushed some hair back from his forehead. It was a long day, right now he just wished to go home.

"May we…"

"Oh yes, of course." Blaine shook himself, not thinking as he took Kurt's hand in his own. The younger of the two blushed, but did not remove his hand from Blaine's. There was no one around as they walked back to the car, through the warm night streets.

The last few years…well they had been the kind not easily forgettable. Filled with love, loss and lies. And yet despite that all here they were, hand in hand. Because in the end it was not the gender or the money spent or lies told that brought them to where they were today. It was their hearts. The love they felt.

Because in the end that is all that matters.

A/N:award for worst ending ever goes tooooo…LPBEKKA *crowd cheer* x333

It's over ;_;

There is a kind of epilogue on it's way btw but still…wow

This chapter was angsty wasn't it? ;_; I wrote it all in different parts at different intervals. The funeral was written yesterday on the train with Blackbirds on repeat.

The scene where he died I was listening to Leaving on a Jet Plane.

Somehow I didn't cry while writing which worries me :/ I'm now afraid it wasn't sad enough xD

Oh well. I'm sorry for being slow :( but still right now I wanna say thank you so much to every single person who has supported and read, every fanart, comment, everything! It means the world, I love you all so incredibly much and feel privileged to have spoken to so many of you xxx

On a side note this entire story is dedicated to one special person.

~My muse, my Elphie, Gabriella, thank you so much for every kind word, the late night conversations and constant encouraging. You're absolutely wonderful and I mean it, so thank you!~

I love you all, thank you for accepting me into your community xxx