A/N: Sorry this is really short but I wanted it be apart of the last chapter, but I couldn't make it of both of their perspectives. Reviews are greatly appreciated! I like to know what you guys think of this story. I cried writing these last two chapters, I hope it seems as powerful as it was in my head. More soon!
Remember When It Rained.
Kurt
I woke up in a cold sweat, but not screaming. I knew I needed Blaine here, not sure really how to cope with myself without him next to me. I reach for my phone and dial his number. It rings a couple times, and right when I think it'll go to voice mail I hear and sleepy "Hello?" Hysterical to hear his voice, even laced in his half sleep form, I begin to cry. "Blaine?" No response "Blaine are you there?" More awake now, "Oh ,yes. I'm here. What's wrong?"
"I need you. Please say you'll come over." I feel awful for making him drive all this way in the storm that sounds like it's tearing houses down.
"Be there in 30 minutes. I love you." Somehow just those two sentences already make me feel better, and I respond "Love you" and hang up the phone.
You know how time passes really slow when you're scared and anxious? Well I was just sitting in the middle of my bed for a long time, not sure how much time had passed since I was on the phone with Blaine. I was sure he'd be here by now, It's 2:30 now, and way past the time it normally takes him to drive here. Many scenarios run through my head of what could have happened, why he's not here already. His dad could have caught him and made sure he didn't leave. There was a blockage on the road he decided to take and had to take a long detour. Maybe decided to stop and buy something at the 24 hour super market. Worried, I call him. No answer. I try again the next minute, still got his prerecorded message. After calling him several times, I decide I need to go look for him.
I hurry to grab my keys and get to my car, I decide that he probably took his favorite back road, because he's always wanted to see what it looked like during a storm. The drive couldn't have taken me 10 minutes but it felt like hours. Once I turned a sharp corner, I saw a giant tree blocking the road. My first thought was that he must have taken a detour like I suspected, but then my head light saw something on the road. Something next to the tree. It didn't take me long to see that figure was a person. I put my car in park, and rushed out into the road, dialing 911 in the process. "911 What's your emergency?" I rushed out the information of what street I was on and that we needed a ambulance as soon as possible, still not knowing who lies unmoving. I drop my phone somewhere in the road and sprint closer to the person.
When I'm just feet away, I recognize who is laying next to the tree, face up. When I realize who it is, I feel like my heart has been ripped out my chest. I stop dead in my tracks, and feel like I'm about to double over, from the sight that is right before my eyes. Immediately I run to his side, worried that he's already dead. I fall to my knees next him, "Blaine! Blaine! Please talk to me! Wake up. Please wake up! I've called for an ambulance. Please wake up." I have his hand in mine, not worrying that I'm sitting in a puddle of blood. I still feel a pulse, but it's so slight, I think he's gone. There is a steady stream of tears running down my face, but there is to much rain to notice. "Blaine. Please wake up. Please." Finally I hear a small moan. There is a flutter of his eyelids. "Oh Blaine! Please stay with me! Stay awake, help is coming." A small smile on his lips, "I'm glad I got to see you one more time. I love you, Kurt. So much. So s—s-sorry" His eyes closed again, but the smile was still on his lips. "Don't be sorry!" I plead "There is nothing to be sorry for. You'll be just fine. You're going to make it through this. Please don't leave me. I love you so much. You can't leave. I need you." Laying myself over his chest, I cry into him. "I need you. I love you." I hear his heart beat fading fast and he let out one more sentence, "I'm not in pain anymore." Then the beating completely stopped, and breathed out his final breath. I sat there and cried until the ambulance showed up, and even then refused for them to move him. I just couldn't bear seeing them load him into a body bag.