Disclaimer: Glee is not mine, not in any dimension whatsoever. No matter how many times I wish.

Burt Hummel didn't have much to say after Blaine returned to his seat. He had nothing to say at all, really. You could say Blaine had stolen his thunder, but it was more than that. Honestly, he really didn't know if he could even speak. Instead, he nodded and returned to his seat, too shaken to continue.

Finn Hudson was the next one to speak about Kurt. No matter how hard he tried, Blaine barely listened. His mind drifted back to happier times.

They were lying in the tall, green grass in some mysterious place that Blaine had found while hiking one day. He had insisted that Kurt come back with him. There was something about the place that Blaine couldn't put his finger on, but he felt something while he was there, something similar to the way he felt around Kurt.

So, a week later, Kurt found himself carrying a picnic basket, following Blaine through the woods.

When they arrived to this clearing, Kurt surprised even himself. He carefully set the basket down and proceeded to plop himself in the middle of the grassy area, inhaling every scent he could and feeling the soft plants beneath him. He opened his eyes (that he strangely didn't know he had closed) when he felt a familiar body sit close beside him. Blaine had even remembered to bring the basket with him when he went over.

"Like it?" Blaine asked.

"Like? Love would be a more appropriate word, I think."

"I'm glad," Blaine told him as he handed his boyfriend a sandwich. "I was hoping it would be worthwhile if you're doing this with me instead of doing your Spanish homework."

"I don't thing Mr. Schue's going to fail me," Kurt replied, and took a small bite of his turkey on wheat.

Blaine sighed and leaned back in the grass, pulling Kurt with him. They stared up at the clouds for a while, trying to decide which shapes they were in. Kurt once saw one that had an uncanny resemblance to Blaine's eyebrows, and they had been on the lookout for triangular clouds ever since.

Blaine turned his head to stare at Kurt's profile. That wasn't a bad thing was it? Looking at your boyfriend while he thought you were watching clouds. Blaine could care less, anyways, seeing as he was so entranced by the way this particular boy's nose curved up and how his lips were shining in the sun.

Kurt seemed to feel eyes on him, and he looked at Blaine. "What?" he asked.

"I love you."

Kurt smiled and turned his body so that it was completely facing Blaine. "I love you."

And since the timing was so perfect, and the setting was so beautiful, Blaine moved forward and kissed Kurt sweetly.

Kurt moved his hand to the back of Blaine's neck to play with the curls there as he kissed back. Soon enough, they pulled away from each other's lips, Kurt still fiddling with Blaine's hair.

Blaine propped himself up on his elbows so he was towering over his boyfriend. "A welcome change," he thought.

"Promise me one little thing?" the older boy asked.

"What's that?"

"Never leave me," he said.

"That's one thing you don't have to worry about," Kurt replied, and pulled him in for another kiss.

Blaine was pulled out of his haze when the pastor stood up to the podium and began to speak.

Hello again, dear readers. One thing you may notice about this story is that some things are a little off. That's because I've never been to a funeral like this before. I've been to a funeral, but not how it is described next chapter. And I don't do my research. I should, but I don't.

I have a feeling that all chapters in this fic are going to be very short. It works better that way and allows me to update sooner. Sorry if you were expecting more.

Thank you for reading, and I encourage you to review.