Tears ran freely from Blaine's face as he sat in the lawn chair, tuning out the people around him in favorite of the voices in his head.
'You can't come in here.'
'We need you to leave, Mr. Anderson.'
'Family only.'
And then the words he was never meant to hear.
'His lung is punctured. We're going to have to open him up.'
It hadn't been anything big. A simple coughing fit. They had dealt with it a million times, and yet this time… This time it had been too much. He remembered the doctor telling a nurse that Sebastian's bones were simply too fragile. His body couldn't handle the intensity, causing a rib to break.
There had been time. So much time. A week at most, if not more.
And yet here Blaine was, at the funeral. A funeral he had been graciously allowed to plan, given that the doctors wouldn't speak to him the entire time his world was crashing down around him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson, but we simple can't tell you." the doctor said, only managing to make Blaine angrier.
"He's my fiance!" he screamed in return, not caring who was watching him now.
The doctor shook his head sadly. "You're not married and you're not related. Until a family member comes, we can't release information." His face was solemn, void of emotion, giving Blaine no clues or hints.
It had been twelve hours since they had forced Blaine out of the room, leaving him clueless and terrified, his mind finding the worse possibilities and clinging to them. Twelve horrible hours that he would never forget.
A hand touched his shoulder and he looked up, seeing Kurt beside him. "It's your turn." he whispered, smiling encouragingly.
Blaine stood shakily, his breathe coming out in soft puffs in the cold air surrounding him. The podium was empty, the casket closed beside it, flowers piled on top like a living monument to Sebastian's memory.
Touching the lid softly, he let a silent tear fall before stepping behind the microphone and looking out to the crowd before him.
"I was seventeen years old." he started, having absolutely no plan. Kurt had suggested he go with his feelings, and that's exactly what he was doing now. "I was seventeen years old when I met the love of my life. He was everything to me, but just like any other couple, we had our problems. That's not uncommon, but something always pulled us back together. There was nothing in the world that could separate us." he continued, his eyes dropping to the wooden surface beneath his gloved hands as more tears fell. "He was beautiful, in every way. He loved so freely and with such intensity, and I know, no matter where I go or what happens now, he'll always be with me. I pray that, wherever he is, he's better and happy, because as long as he's smiling, I can go on."
Warm arms wrapped around his shoulders as he cried, leading him somewhere. He didn't bother looking up as he covered his face with his hands, knowing Kurt's embrace anywhere and trusting him.
The air turned warm and he finally looked up to see they were inside the church. Pulling him into a pew, Kurt hugging Blaine tightly and for the first time since he had discovered what was wrong with Sebastian, Blaine allowed himself to truly cry.
He let the emotion overcome him, swallow him whole, and bleed out of him. He let the tears trail hot and heavy down his face as he shook with uncontrollable sobs.
He was alone. The only thing he had that meant anything was lost to him and he was completely and utterly alone. The moment he processed the thought was the moment he realized what he had to do.
Kurt,
One day, you're going to meet your soulmate. I know you're rolling your eyes, but I promise it's true, and you'll know when it happens. When he touches you, it'll be like your body is on fire. When he kisses you, it won't just be fireworks; whole planets will explode. You're going to find him and you'll never question that it's right. Through the fights and the anger and the tears, it'll always be him. He'll always be yours, and you'll always be his.
Don't let anything separate you for even a moment. Don't let arguments and problems destroy what you have. Because maybe he's not perfect, and neither are you, but you are two halves of one whole and you need each other.
One day, he'll be gone. It'll feel like the end of the world. But I want you to go on living. Remember what you had. Remember the things you shared with the one person in world who could love you the way you deserved to be loved.
Remember everything and keep living. Because that's what he would want. Always remember that.
-Blaine
Kurt read the note for the tenth time before picking up the picture of Blaine's new house in California. It was quiet, small, and so very Blaine and Kurt was proud of him. He was proud that Blaine was living, because he was right; That's what Sebastian would have wanted.