I woke up to a sound. Actually, I woke to nothingness. No sounds, just an eerie silence. I didn't know what was different about my surroundings. All I knew was the body, which I held. But then I remembered. I brought my hands up to his chest, waiting for his chest to rise and fall back down again.

Nothing.

I squeezed his hand. "Kurt?" I squeaked. Nothing. "Kurt? Please wake up." I looked up to the heart monitor which was now off. "NO! No, this can't be happening." But I knew it was. All I could do was bury my face in his hair, and let my tears fall, clutching his body closer to mine, hands resting on his chest, hoping to feel his heart beat again.

People must have heard my screaming- or sobbing- and the door opened. I didn't bother to turn around. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, holding the boy I loved. I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Blaine, you need to let him go." A low voice said, cracking mid sentence.

I just laid there, letting the emotions take over me. After a while, the hand receded and the door opened and closed again, leaving me alone. I tried not to close my eyes, but the exhaustion took over me, and I fell asleep.

The door opened again, waking me up. Again, I didn't bother to move. Maybe if I lay still enough, they would leave me alone again. They didn't. Instead a pair of strong arms lifted me up, cradling me. I looked up to see Finn. His eyes were red and swollen as he looked at his step brother. He then looked down at me to see that I was awake. He apologized softly and set me back down. A few seconds of awkwardness passed, and we finally pulled each other in a friendly embrace. We pulled back and stared at the lifeless body on the bed. We hadn't notice the nurse that had come in. As she rolled Kurt onto his back and placed the sheet over his head, we headed out the door.

All I did was sit in my room. I didn't want to do anything; I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted Kurt, my Kurt, to be here again. A few days had passed and I hadn't opened my bedroom door. I didn't sleep. All I did was sit at the end of my bed staring at a picture frame that held a picture of me and him at prom.

My mom came in every once in a while to bring a bowl of soup in, to touch my shoulder, wanting to say something, but failed to in the end. She would leave, and a couple hours later shoe would come back in to find the soup untouched.

It was Sunday. Five days after his death, six days after his accident. The funeral was scheduled for tomorrow. I still debated on whether to go or not. I couldn't say goodbye. I wouldn't.

As we finished the song, I pulled Kurt into a warm embrace, burying my face in his warm shoulder.

"I'll never say goodbye to you." He whispered softly in my ear.

I wanted to say something, but the tears took control and I just continued to squeeze him tighter, not wanting to let go.

Something in my mind clicked. Before Kurt had stormed out, Kurt and Sebastian were alone. What was said? Did Sebastian say something that set Kurt off?

I pulled my phone out and dialed the numbers quickly.

"Hello?"

"Meet me at the Lima Bean right after you hang up." I said in response, not even wondering if that made any sense at all.

"Alright, I'll be there." I could hear the smile in his voice as he said this. He sounded too happy.

I hung up without saying goodbye. I put some clean clothes on and a hat, noticing how unruly my hair had gotten. I remembered how I had not showered in days and sprayed cologne on my body. I looked at the bottle.

"His favorite" I said with a smile. I set it back on the table and hurried out of my room. I ran down the stairs and told my mom to expect me back no later than eight. She smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek and sent me on my way.

As I sat there waiting, I thought of everything other than Kurt. Because I knew if I did, then I would break… right in the middle of a coffee shop. I sipped at my medium drip and looked up as the door opened. I saw the tall figure wave. I waved back watching him as he ordered and made his way over to me, after he received his drink.

"Hi there. Finally decide to dump that lame kid? Or are you looking for someone to cheat on him with?"

I sat there dumbfounded as I listened to the words he said. How could he even ask me something like that? Just then I felt a warm tear fall from my face. I quickly wiped it away looking into Sebastian's eyes. His face said it all. He knew he said something wrong. Which meant he could see the tear that rolled down my cheek.

"What's going on?" He asked, for the first time his tone actually suggesting some concern.

"Kurt, he-" I couldn't say it. I just couldn't without breaking. I propped my elbows on the table and buried my face in my hands.

After a few minutes he took hold of one of my hands and pulled it away, setting it, along with his, on the table. I looked at it a moment and pulled it away quickly. That was how I held Kurt's. I pulled myself together and let out a sigh.

"Kurt was in a car accident. The day you met us here. He died the day after, that Wednesday." I did it. I said it, and there were no tears. Well, there was but I fought hard to keep them back.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." He looked off to a distant wall and gave out a slight laugh. "Wow, I'm a dick." He said, sounding surprised at the fact.

"Yeah no joke."

"So the reason I wanted to meet with you is because I want to ask you something." He smiled at this.

"Go ahead…" He said motioning with his hands.

"I wanted to ask you… what did you say to Kurt that day when I went to get coffee? After you left, he was upset. And that's why he went for a drive and…" My voice trailed off, not wanting to say it again.

He sat there, head propped on his hand. He shifted uncomfortably for a moment and spoke.

"I didn't mean it, I swear! It was out of anger, because I want you so bad, you don't even know. No one ever says "no" to me no matter the circumstances." He sounded like a little kid not getting what he wanted. He even looked like one too when he slumped back in his chair and folded his arms.

"What exactly did you say?" I said through my teeth, hoping I wouldn't jump across the table and claw his eyes out.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I told him, that you were too good for him, and I would have you by the end of the year… and something about him having nothing but a job here at the Lima Bean." He opened his eyes carefully, looking afraid at what might happen.

"You didn't." I said, trying to tell myself he was lying. I stood up, sending my chair backwards. I leaned across the table so I was inches from his face, pointing at him. "You killed him! You are the reason he's dead!" I had raised my voice louder, everyone in the small coffee shop staring at me now.

"Blaine, calm down. It's no one's fault. Not even this lonely bastard." I looked around trying to find the face of the familiar voice. But all I saw were the people staring at me.

I took the chair and placed it on its legs again and sat. I put my hand to my face, embarrassed at what I had just done. Sebastian only looked at me, shocked.

"Look, words cannot describe how sorry I am. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. And obviously now I have, because now you hate me."

"No, I don't hate you now. I've hated you for a long time. When I saw the hurt in Kurt's eyes after Scandals, and the hurt Tuesday, I just have more reason to hate you." I said as calmly and straightforward as I could. I got up and started to walk away. I stopped next to his chair and turned to look at him.

"I never want to see you again. I don't want to hear your voice again, I don't want you mentioned, I don't want you anywhere near me. Understand?"

All he did was nod slowly, looking torn. I continued walking and never looked back. I got in my car and just sat there, hands on the wheel. I thought back to the conversation.

"I told him you were too good for him."

"Kurt, you were too good for me." And that was the truth. I didn't deserve anyone like Kurt. But somehow I was lucky when Kurt stopped me on the staircase. I smiled.

I was the luckiest man alive.

After I had sat there for a while, I looked at the clock.

"7 already?" I asked myself.

I put the keys in the ignition and drove. I didn't have a destination in mind. It was dark, and that meant that the roads would be extra slick.

All I did was drive. My mind kept thinking of the good memories, of everything that had happened that week, that fucking bastard who set off my boyfriend. I gripped the wheel tighter. It was getting darker as the minutes ticked on slowly, but I didn't have to think twice about where I was.

I pulled over to the side and got out, making sure no other cars were coming. I slowly walked around the front of my car and gripped the guard rail. Somehow the city had the time and money to repair it quickly. I grazed my hands over the top. "Oh Kurt. I miss you." I said to nothing.

I climbed over the guard rail and stumbled down the hill. The same hill I had run down to get to Kurt. As I neared the bottom, I noticed I was in fact going crazy. Because right there in front of me, was the man of my dreams.

"Kurt." I said running towards him, jumping up into his arms. "Kurt, I've missed you. Where did you go?" I asked in his shoulder. It was warm and muscular, the way I remembered it.

"I don't have long, Blaine. I was given this one chance to come back to tell you."

"What?" I said pulling back, my arms still on his shoulders, his around my waist. I put my hand up to cradle his cheek. "What do you need to tell me?"

"Blaine, all of this isn't anyone's fault but my own." I tried to interject but he only put a finger to my lips. "I ran away from my problems. I didn't have courage to face them. I just couldn't handle the truth that Sebastian had told me. I just didn't want that kind of heartbreak."

I leaned in to kiss him but something pulled me back, like a magnetic force.

"I wish I could kiss you Blaine, but it's against the rules that were set before me." He looked at his wrist that held a watch. "I only have a few more minutes."

"Kurt, I love you, and I will always love you and only you. No one can ever replace what we have. Like I told you, Sebastian means nothing to me. He's a lonely bastard, who doesn't deserve anyone. Especially not me."

"Blaine, I love you." He said. He put both hands on my cheeks and looked me dead in the eyes. "Please, move on. I don't want you to live a lonely life. Meet someone new. For me?

I couldn't help the tears that fell on my cheeks. I didn't want to move on, I wanted Kurt. I wanted to kiss him so badly, to feel his breathe against mine. But I gave in and promised. For him. And only him.

I know I know… I am one horrible person… what kills me more is someone reviewed just this morning not to do this. But I have to. I apologize deeply, but I hope that you will push back that hate for me and continue reading this… if not for me, then for Klaine. :P I'll tell you what, you can review and express how much you hate me and I won't report you… cause honestly, I hate myself. But it's how I want it to be and if this didn't happen, then story would just be weird. So please please please continue reading… and reviews would be absolutely lovely. :D Love to all of you!