Thank you, lovelies! I'm so glad you liked yesterday's drabble! It means so much to me, seriously. (And again, , why can't I use the heart symbol? I just want to let me readers know how amazing they are by writing it a billion times. Sigh.)
Okay, I'm kinda proud of this drabble? I hope you enjoy it, too!
WARNING: It does contain mentions of Kurt and Blaine being dead, but it's really not angsty at all! It's mainly fluff; ya'll know I'm a sucker for fluff.
Heaven
When Kurt opens his eyes, he's standing up. Everything around him is pure white. Whiter than anything he's ever seen. There are no walls and no floor and no ceiling; just white.
He blinks, and suddenly there's a man, about a foot away from him.
Blaine.
It is Blaine, but it also isn't- he's young, not grey and wrinkled like the last time Kurt's seen him…
The last time Kurt's seen him.
In that terrible coffin.
But he's not in a coffin now- he's standing, looking youthful, vital and strong. His face has the healthy glow it always had, and he is smiling.
"Blaine?" he asks, blinking several times. "Is that you?"
Blaine laughs his wonderful, joyful laughter. "Yes, Kurt, it's me."
"You left me," he accuses in a voice that's too small and sad to be accusatory. "You said you'd never leave, and then… you were just gone."
Blaine's expression becomes serious. "It was my time, baby, you know it was. I was old and I lived long enough to die."
Kurt nods. He doesn't cry. He cried enough in those awful weeks after Blaine had passed away, no need to cry now.
"Blaine?"
"Yes?" he smiles gently.
"Where are we?"
Blaine's hazel gaze, deep into Kurt's eyes, doesn't waver. "We are here."
Kurt frowns, looking down as he thinks about it. "Blaine?" he looks up.
"Yes?"
"Am I dead?"
Blaine takes Kurt's hand, and Kurt realizes it's no longer wrinkled and old-looking. "Yeah. Welcome to heaven, baby."