This is precisely what I hate about writing by hand. This chapter had been sitting for an entire week in my notebook and I hadn't gotten to pass it to my computer.
Well, here it is now.
Also, the title probably sucks. Neither me nor my beta reader had any ideas for the title.
It had been a week since Blaine had passed away.
Everything had been taken care of, all but the gathering of his belongings. The landowner had been let known of the passing, so he had given the family some time to collect his things. Kurt decided to take care of this on his own.
The moment he walked inside his apartment, tears started falling down. Everything smelled like him. He knew this smell was going to go away eventually, and that was what hurt most.
How he wished he could keep it forever, like Grenouille, from that book, 'The Perfume'.
As he collected Blaine's clothes, he kept crying. What normally would've taken less than one hour, took almost 5. He kept some clothes out, those he would keep forever in his closet, like Blaine's favorite hoodie, the one he always wore when he slept over at Kurt's apartment.
This still felt like a bad dream. Blaine had started getting Kurt into believing in a higher being, a God. But right now, if this God existed, he was a very evil being. Like when Burt was in a coma. This God apparently hated him.
Kurt woke up and saw it was already dark. He was lying down on Blaine's bed, the pillow damp with tears.
He stayed at Blaine's apartment and went back to Lima the next morning.
During lunch that day, Carole suggested he went to see Emma Howell, who had happened to become an actually competent psychologist, because her husband, Dr. Carl Howell, had convinced her to take a few courses and get out of McKinley.
I'm not crazy, Kurt had though at first, but thinking a little further, it wasn't such a bad idea.
He barely had been eating. He woke up screaming Blaine's name almost every two hours.
Blaine would want him to move on with his life, and that wasn't going to happen if he didn't get some professional help.
He decided he would pay a visit to Mrs. Howell the following day.
I don't get over the "Emma Howell". I really liked Pillsbury.