Whiskey Lullaby ~ Brad Paisley/ Alison Krauss
"Did you hear, Kurt Hummel killed himself?"
"Yeah, I heard he was pining over Blaine."
"I heard he was clinging to Blaine's picture."
"I heard…" The group of boys sitting Warbler Commons stopped talking as Blaine Anderson walked in. He looked physically and emotionally beat. His usual perfectly pressed uniform with perfect Windsor knot tie, was wrinkled and the tie was missing. His hair was half gelled up in a half attempt to control it. He hadn't shaved so there was some rough scruff on his chin and upper lip. His eyes looked glassed over and he had black and purple sags under his eyes. He was hunched over as if his body was imploding into itself.
"Blaine! Come, I'll take you…"
"W…w…es?" Blaine slurred. As he spoke his eyes drooped and his body swayed side to side.
"You've been drinking again! The dean isn't going to be happy!"
"Da…a…v…id." Blaine collapsed on the back of the couch and fell forward to the front/
"Blaine, you've got get over this. Kurt wouldn't want you to act like this. It's been two months! We only have one more month left of school and then we graduate. You have plans to go to Harvard in the fall. Kurt will be proud, if you stop drinking and live!"
"Thad?" Blaine asked as he sat up.
"Yes, David, Wes, cancel Warblers. We need to help our friend."
"See, you are now graduating from Harvard. Kurt is so proud of you!" Wes exclaimed to his friend. Blaine faked a smile and then got his diploma. Wes would never know that he was drunk.
"Kurt, I still miss you. It's been…," Blaine took a swig of whiskey, "Six years and… I…" He took another drink, "I still love you… More than anything. I…" The bottle went to his mouth again, "I miss you." Blaine went to take another drink but the bottle was empty. He staggered over to his alcohol cabinet and also found it empty. He then noticed the pistol lying in the back of the cabinet. Blaine picked it up and looked it over. He took it with him back to his bed room.
On the night stand, lay a picture of Kurt that was taken the day he started at Dalton. He was standing on the stairs where the two boys had met, smiling at Blaine who was taking the picture. A piece of paper laid behind the picture, it was the heart around Blaine + Kurt. Blaine had found it in the journal when he was helping Burt clean out Kurt's Dalton dorm.
Blaine grabbed the picture and clung to it as he placed the pistol to his temple and pulled the trigger.
Wes and David visited Blaine a few hours later which they had planned days ahead of time. When they got in, they noticed the empty bottles everywhere but the real hard part was the felling of pain and sadness that engulfed them as they stepped into the apartment. Wes fell onto the couch upon feeling it and David wondered down to Blaine's bedroom, where he knew he'd find his friend, long since departed from the mortal world.
"We found him with his face down in the pillow clinging to Kurt's picture for dear life," David and Wes sang.
Blaine was laid to rest under the tree that Kurt was laid under. As his casket was covered, the former Warblers plus Burt and Carol, Finn and Rachel, Mercedes, and a few others sang the "lalalalala's".
As the rain, which had been falling during the ceremony, cleared, Mercedes turned back to the graves and tree. She could swear she saw Kurt and Blaine, reunite and what a happy sight it was.
The tree was the one in which Pavarotti would have been laid. You can come up with what Mercedes saw them do. A review telling me what you think it was would be really cool!
Also, I will be getting to writing other song fics to add to this story soon but I am in the middle of writing a future!fic with this pairing. It is called "Like We Never Loved at All" based off the song. It's set fourteen years after they got together. I will post it once I am finished, so look for it!