Oh no...Half of your OTP is dead. I know you're busy trying to find the pieces of your heart spread across the room, but which song is playing at the funeral?
Step one, you say, "We need to talk."
He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left you stay right
Between the words of fear and blame
You begin to wonder why you came
He never thought this day would come. At least not this early. He thought they would grow old together. Die together. But now here he was, sitting and listening how everyone loved his one true love. The love of his life. His husband.
When it was his turn to speak, he started sobbing, Rachel and Mercedes had to guide him back to his seat.
"Shh. It's ok." Mercedes soothed, rubbing a comforting hand along Blaine's back.
After the funeral, everyone gathered at Burt and Carole's house. While everyone was either in the living room or kitchen, no one saw where Blaine had disappeared to.
"Burt, honey. Have you seen Blaine?" Carole asked.
Burt glanced around the room and shook his head.
"Have you seen him since we got home?" she asked.
"You know, now that you mention it, I don't think I have." Burt replied.
"He was really upset before. Maybe someone should go look for him." Rachel suggested, slightly eavesdropping.
"Rachel's right." Carole agreed.
"I think he just needs some time alone. He just had to say goodbye to Kurt. Give him some time." Burt admitted.
"Honey." Carole pushed.
Burt shook his head. "Ok. I'll go look for him." placing his plate on the counter, he left the kitchen in search for his son-in-law.
Burt didn't have to search long before he found Blaine in Kurt's old bedroom. He was staring at the pictures along the dresser.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Let him know that you know best
'Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
Pray to God, he hears you
And I pray to God, he hears you
"Blaine?" Burt asked quietly, as he stood in the open door frame.
"Kurt looked so much like his mom." said Blaine, as he was looking at an old photo of Kurt and his mom before she passed. "Especially his eyes. He has his your wife's eyes."
Burt walked in quietly and stood next to Blaine. He looked at the picture he was staring at.
"He does." he agreed. "She would of loved you."
Blaine snorted. "Kurt always said that." His gaze then went to the frame next to it. "Where was this taken?" he asked, noticing the frame with unfamiliar people with a younger Kurt.
Burt looked at the picture Blaine was inquiring. He picked up the frame and examined it for a minute. "Oh. That was when Kurt was about 5 years old. We went to visit his grandparents."
Blaine nodded. "Its nice that you left everything in here after he moved to New York."
Burt nodded. But he knew Blaine was ignoring the true problem. "Blaine, what's going? Are you ok?" he asked.
Blaine turned away from his father-in-law.
"Blaine?" he tried again.
"Its my fault." Blaine choked out. "This is all my fault."
"No. None of this, is your fault." Burt reassured him.
Blaine turned around, starting to cry. "Yes it is Burt." he shouted. "If I pushed him to go to the doctor sooner he would still be here." he sobbed.
Burt moved closer and embraced Blaine in comforting hug.
"Hey, don't think like that." he insisted.
Blaine sniffled. "Its just...I...I wish I could have done something more."
Burt nodded.
And where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came
"I just miss him so much." Blaine sobbed.
"Me too." Burt replied, sobbing as well.
Flashback
"I'm afraid it's cancer." said the doctor.
"But you can remove it right?" asked Kurt quickly.
The doctor looked down. "I'm sorry Mr. Hummel-Anderson, we can't. You have an aggressive type of cancer, which is Type-4."
"Wh...Wh...What does that mean?" Blaine stuttered squeezing Kurt's hand.
The doctor's facial expression became somber. "I'm sorry, but there's no cure for someone with Type-4 cancer."
Kurt and Blaine gasped at what they just heard.
"I'm sorry Mr. and Mr. Hummel-Anderson." the doctor repeated.
"How...How long until?" Blaine started but couldn't finish asking the all dreaded question.
"3 to 6 months." the older man replied.
Both Kurt and Blaine's eyes went wide in shock to hear that Kurt had so little time left.
End of Flashback
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
"It's not fair." Blaine cried. "We were supposed to see the world together. Grow old together. Die together."
Burt listened as Blaine had his meltdown. "I know son."
"What am I supposed to do now?" he questioned.
"You live your life." Burt replied.
Blaine wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "How am I supposed to do that without Kurt? The love of my life, by my side?"
Burt shrugged his shoulders. "You just do."
Blaine sat down on the bed. "I don't know if I can."
"Look Blaine," Burt started, as he sat down next to his distraught son-in-law. "I know you're upset and believe me I was the same way after Kurt's mom passed. But you'll learn to go on without him. Yes, it takes time, but you learn to do things on your own. It's not easy at first, but Kurt wouldn't want you sitting at home wasting your life away. He would want you to live your life. Keep teaching and recording songs."
Blaine nodded, listening to Burt's words of wisdom.
"And if someday, down the road, you find someone else that makes you feel the way Kurt did, then that's ok." Burt continued. "But don't hide yourself away."
Blaine nodded and hugged his father-in-law. They sat there and sobbed in each other's arms. Mourning the loss of their beloved Kurt Hummel-Anderson.
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to save a life
A year later Blaine was standing in front of Kurt's grave. It took everything he had inside of him not to break down. Since Kurt had died it took him a while to get used to doing everything on his own. But he got used to it. Now it was the one year anniversary of his death and Blaine wasn't standing there alone. Burt, Carole, Rachel and the rest of their glee club friends were there as well.
Blaine had decided to make it a nice tradition that every year they would all come to the cemetery and pay their respects. They each placed a red or yellow rose on top of the gravestone.
"Should we say something?" Sam asked.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Or rather, what Blaine wanted to do.
"Honey, we're all here. Just like I promised." Blaine started.
Everyone was quiet as Blaine talked to his deceased husband.
"We miss you very much." he continued. "I miss you so very much." he sniffled.
Carole placed a hand on his shoulder, comfortingly.
He coughed, making the lump in his throat disappear slightly. "I don't know where are right now, but I hope that you're with your mom and I hope to see you again someday." Blaine continued. He placed a hand on top of the gravestone. "I love you Kurt. Fearlessly and Forever."
Where did I go wrong I lost a friend
Somewhere along the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend
Somewhere along the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life
How to save a life
How to Save a Life- The Fray