Kurt looked down at Blaine with a sad smile on his lips.
"Don't cry Blaine, please don't cry. I'm fine, I really am. Don't you see? Im an angel now, im going to heaven."
He whispered in an even more angelic voice than before, and gestured towards his unfurled wings. Kurt was floating, air blowing through him, while light radiated from inside of him.
He was beautiful, blue eyes sparkling with the knowledge of the world, chestnut hair dancing with the heavenly wind. And his smile, bittersweet and pained, was all-knowing.
"Don't cry, my angel, you did everything you could, it's not your fault. "
Kurt repeated, wanting Blaine to be happy more than anything else in the world. He floated towards him, and put his hand over his, knowing that Blaine wouldn't feel anything, but still hoping he might.
But Blaine didn't feel it, he just stood there, in shock, as the doctors and nurses did everything they could to save him.
"Your too late…"
Kurt murmured sadly. But he knew Blaine wasn't going to give up. He delved into Blaine's mind, hoping to soothe him in some way, but only finding guilt and pain.
Its all my all my fault. Its all my fault. Its all my fault.
Blaine kept repeating in his mind, unwilling to blame the universe for Kurt's sudden death.
"No! No, don't you see? Don't you see? It wasn't your fault, it was not your fault. It was Karofsky's fault. Not yours."
Kurt said, trying to reach Blaine somehow. But Blaine refused to listen to reason, and so Kurt went deeper into his mind, back into his memories.
Kurt was sucked back into the past. He was at Dalton, by the staircase where they had first met. He watched himself walk down the stairs, and heard Blaine thinking to himself, and felt the rush of excitement radiating from him.
And then Kurt's past self tapped the boy in front of him's shoulder, and Blaine turned around.
And Angel Kurt felt the awe, fascination, captivation and beginnings of love that Blaine was experiencing at the moment.
He…he, was fascinated by me? He thought…I was….beautiful?
Kurt thought in shock, never knowing Blaine had thought those things about him.
So I might have had a chance with him….he might have been able to love me….
Angel Kurt shook off the regret he was feeling, and dug even deeper, eager for memories, eager to know what Blaine thought of him the whole time.
Now he was in Dalton again, telling Blaine he was transferring to Dalton.
And Blaine was happy, excited, jubilant, and in love.
Angel Kurt gasped.
He…he LOVED me? How..how could…how..just how? Why didn't he ever tell me? Why…why…
Kurt asked, wondering how anyone could ever love him.
Now, hungry for more, Kurt sifted through Blaine's memories, feeling the love Blaine had felt for him and wishing he could have had a chance with him.
A date with him.
A kiss with him.
Forever with him.