Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor the songs used in this chapter.
A/N: Yeah, I thought I was done too. But I just went two weeks without any internet connection other than school, so I spent a lot of time writing song drabbles in my notebook. These are those drabbles. (AHAHA, Law and Order quote!)
Song One: DJ Got Us Falling in Love Again- Usher
Blaine downs the last of his drink, turning away from the bar and facing the pulsating dance floor. He sways his hips to the beat, not caring that he's normally a terrible dancer. He lets his feet carry him to the dance floor, pausing before beginning to dance with a random man. The music drops, and everyone on the floor throws their hands towards the sky.
The man Blaine is dancing with turns, and Blaine looks into his eyes. The blue-green-gray combination is familiar; Blaine is certain he'd never be able to forget eyes like those. The music continues to pump through the speakers, filling the club with sound and making the floor rumble with the bass.
Blaine and the man are dancing like it's the end of the world; letting their bodies come together as one, closing their eyes and letting the music take control. Their hands wander each other's bodies, too intoxicated with alcohol and love at the moment to be embarrassed.
They dance together all night, like it's the very last night of their lives.
Song Two: Can't Have You- Jonas Brothers
Blaine stares at the piece of paper in his trembling hands, letting tears cascade down his cheeks. He closes his eyes and drops the letter, letting it float to the ground gracefully.
"Please come back," He whispers, the words clogged with the tears that catch in his throat. His knees buckle, making his body slowly sink to the tiled floor. He kneels for a moment, his head falling into his hands. He cries for hours.
When he finally pulls himself off the kitchen floor and drags himself to his bed, he realizes that he couldn't sleep if he tried. He's not sure if he'd wake up.
Kurt had warned him. He'd told Blaine that he already had one foot out the door, and if he caught Blaine doing it again, he'd be gone. Blaine hadn't believed it. He'd been blind, letting his foolish actions cost him the love of his life.
He just wants Kurt back. He wants to hold him at night and wake up to his beautiful eyes in the morning. He just wants to hear Kurt's floating voice, to hear it say one simple, yet meaningful, sentence,
"I love you."
He's dying without Kurt's love. He'd rather just be alone if he knows that he can't have him.
Song Three: Butterfly Fly Away- Miley and Billy Ray Cyrus
Kurt was eight years old when his mother died. He barely remembers her. He does remember her radiant smile, the blindingly bright teeth. He remembers her glasz eyes, but that's only because he sees them in the mirror every morning. He remembers her voice, the clear, lifting soprano that lulled him to sleep almost every night.
Then she died, leaving behind a heartbroken father and a confused little boy. Burt wasn't used to taking care of his son, but he learned quickly. He balanced his business and his home, only letting them overlap when Kurt wanted to help with the cars. Kurt was an independent child, but he still needed his daddy to brush his teeth twice a day, comb his hair in the morning, and drive him back and forth from school and various piano lessons. He did it all by himself.
Whenever Kurt had nightmares, he was always there to hold his hand and sing to him. He didn't have a voice like his wife's but it still calmed Kurt just the same.
One night, it wouldn't work. Kurt wouldn't tell him what the dream was about, and Burt's voice just couldn't lull him back to sleep. So he started to sing a favorite song of his wife's, one he knew Kurt would remember.
Catepillar, in the tree. How you wonder who you'll be,
You can't go far but you can always dream.
Soon, Kurt's shaky voice had quietly joined in. They sang the whole song through before Kurt paused to whisper in the dark,
"I miss mommy."
Burt hugged his son tighter and kissed the crown of his head.
"Me too, buddy. Me too,"
Song Four: Summerboy- Lady Gaga
Kurt sinks his feet into the sand, while simultaneously sliding a pair of black Raybans over his eyes. He leans back into the beach chair, letting the sun soak over his sunscreen-covered skin. He closes his eyes and listens to the sound of the Pacific Ocean lull him into a calm state of rest. He relishes in the silence of the afternoon, about to fall asleep until something crashes into his chair and literally flips him over.
"Oh sh-" He hears a voice call, but he's too focused on his unbelievable want to kick some ass to hear it. He opens his eyes and meets a pair of golden eyes and a head of curly black hair.
"Oh, my gosh. I am so, so, sorry!" The man exclaims, helping Kurt off the ground with a tanned arm. "I was walking and not watching where I was going." He explains, righting Kurt's beach chair and draping the towel back over it.
"I don't remember ordering a wake-up call." Kurt jokes dryly, and the man laughs musically.
"Blaine," He man says, holding out his hand for Kurt to shake. He does so gently, giving Blaine what he hopes is a warm smile.
"Kurt," He responds, and Blaine nods his curly head.
"So, Kurt," Blaine begins, looking a bit sheepish. "Do you live around here or are you on vacation?"
"Oh, I live just a few blocks away. I walk down here everyday to read or listen to music." Blaine nods again, looking genuinely interested.
"Cool. Well, I'm on vacation and I'm a little lost." Blaine rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. Kurt laughs. "I was wondering if you could give me some directions?" Kurt laughs again before grabbing his keys and standing.
"C'mon, I'll give you a ride."
"Thanks, Summer Boy."
Song Five: In The End- Nick Jonas and the Administration
Blaine stands stiffly as they lower the casket into the ground, before stepping forward to drop a flower into the hole. He steps back to his place near the grave, brushing away a tear with the back of his hand.
His suit is incredibly uncomfortable, but it was the only one he could find on such short notice. He can't remember the last time he's worn a suit, it was probably his junior prom. A sob rips from his throat at the memory. He adjusts his collar, wishing someone were there to do it for him.
He wishes Kurt were there to fix it.
Santana notices him fidgeting and reaches over to clasp his hand. It surprises him, and he looks over to the Latina woman. She smiles through her own tears, squeezing his hand. She's not the person he really wants to hold hands with. He doesn't even know why she came.
He catches Finn's eyes from across the grave, and the taller boy looks hopeless. He has one arm around his mother, attempting to calm her bone wracking sobs. His expression is lost.
Blaine isn't exactly sure why he's here. He probably isn't helping anyone's heartache except Santana's who needs someone to keep her grounded.
He watches as someone approaches the grave, holding more flowers in their hands. They let them float to the top of the casket, biting their lip to hold back more tears. They take a deep breath before speaking,
"I love you, dad."
That's when Blaine finally moves, going to envelope his boyfriend in a bone crushing hug. Kurt sobs into his chest, and Blaine squeezes him tighter, never wanting to let go.
They feel more arms around them, and Blaine realizes that Carole and Finn had both joined in the hug.
Kurt is only seventeen.
Blaine is seventeen.
Finn is seventeen
Kurt lost a mother nine years ago.
Blaine lost a mother three years ago.
Finn lost a father sixteen years ago.
Carole lost her first husband sixteen years ago.
A husband, a father, and two mothers.
Today, they lost someone new. A father, a husband, a step-dad, and a mentor.
Today they lost Burt Hummel.
A/N: GAH! What is it with me and ending chapters with such depressing stories? Damn.
I WILL be getting to Boy's Night In in Lima. I SWEAR TO GRILLED CHEESUS I HAVE NOT GIVEN UP ON IT.
Don't give up hope, dear readers!
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