I'm so sorry that it's been so long since I've updated. But here's Chapter 3.

Disclaimer: I watch the show, I listen to the music, I write the FanFiction, but I still do not own Glee.

Kurt's funeral went on. Blaine made it somehow through the hours alone at the community church, the burial of his husband's ashes, speaking to old friends about this beautiful, amazing man. He didn't know how, but he survived.

Tears were shed. Blaine wouldn't deny that. He let them fall from his eyes and make glistening paths down his face, not even bothering to wipe them away. These tears were for Kurt; there was no shame in shedding them.

At one point, Blaine found himself sitting at a table with all of New Directions and Kurt's parents, during the reception. They sat in silence for what seemed like hours. It was probably only minutes. No-one cared, really.

It was Finn who eventually pulled them out of the numb haze.

"I remember one time when I mistook Kurt's hairspray for Febreze," he started, and the others looked up, the expressions of shock on their faces fading as soft smiles formed on their lips. It was absolutely something Finn would do, and it was absolutely something that Kurt would be enraged about. "I took a… y'know… I pooped and it smelled really bad and so I was looking for some air freshener and there it was, just out in the open. So I took it and I sprayed it all over. I'm pretty sure I used half the can. Kurt was so mad. And everything ended up smelling a lot worse, anyway, because of all the hairspray. We had a serious talk about the differences between hair products and air products after."

Blaine was grinning from ear-to-ear now, because he remembered that, too. He remembered the tone of exasperation Kurt used on the phone when they had talked about it one night, and how hard Blaine tried to contain his giggles.

So now it was out there, the first story about Kurt to be told that went around the table and each shared something they remembered about Kurt, and they could've gone on for days, but it was getting late and they all eventually had to leave. Blaine found himself the only one there, accompanied by only Burt.

The two men were standing next to each other, gazing at their surroundings, when Burt decided that their current position was beginning to feel a bit too awkward. And the older man had something to say, too.

"Blaine," he said and the dark-haired man twisted his head to face Kurt's father. "I'm sorry." Blaine looked mortified that Burt was even apologizing, but the older of the two spoke before Blaine could interrupt. "I'm so sorry. You loved him so much. If this is hard for me, I don't know how it must feel for you."

And with that, Blaine – whose gaze had been getting steadily shakier – broke down into wheezy, convulsing sobs in Burt's arms. But Burt would've been content to hold him there forever.

Burt himself had tears running down his cheeks and dripping off his nose, and it didn't even occur to him that Carole was probably outside in the car right now, waiting. He must've known that she had guessed where he was.

He tried to calm Blaine down. He petted his hair and whispered shhh to him until he felt he could do it no more, and he just let Blaine stay there as long as he needed.

That time was up in a matter of minutes. Blaine, who was so practiced at keeping everything bottled inside, had managed to wrap these feelings of loss and loneliness back up, saving them for a different time. Right now Burt needed to get back to his family. But first, just for a moment or two, Blaine wanted to talk.

"I miss him so much," the younger man whispered. It was barely audible to Burt's old ears, but he could still make out the words.

"I miss him too."

"I think he knows we miss him," Blaine revealed. He felt vain and childish, but he felt sure of this, too. "I think he misses us, too, and everyone else, and he's in Heaven waiting for us to join him. He's waiting patiently."

Burt stared at the widower and hoped to God he was right. Oh, he hoped Kurt was safe wherever he went.

"I should go," Burt eventually said, and Blaine nodded in parting. Burt left without another word.

Blaine dreamt of Kurt that night.