Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
Kurt was rummaging around his room for a textbook that he knew he had bought at the beginning of the semester. He hadn't needed it yet, and when he needed it, of course, he couldn't find it. He peered under his bed and spotted it, wedged between a couple of boxes. He pulled it out, but bumped a box, toppling all of its contents onto the floor. What rolled in front of him made him stop in his tracks: it was a ball he and Finn had thrown around one warm summer afternoon, Finn's wallet, and an old t-shirt that was Finn's that had lined the box. Kurt piked it up and smelled it. It didn't smell like Finn anymore, it just smelled like must and cardboard.
Blaine found Kurt kneeling on the floor, tears on his face, clutching the shirt. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, but eyed the wallet. He picked it up and felt that there was change inside.
"Want to go for a walk?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded, gently folded the t-shirt, laid it on his pillow, and followed Blaine out of the loft and down to the street. They strolled a couple of blocks until they found a nearby fountain, one of their favorite places to go and sit.
"Lets toss in one of his coins. We can keep a few, but I think its what he would have wanted," Blaine said.
Kurt nodded and wordlessly fished in the wallet for a quarter. He closed his eyes and flicked it into the fountain.
Blaine did the same with a nickel. "I miss him too," Blaine said. They sat at the fountain for a while in silence, letting everything sink in.