A/N: This is the last chapter. I was crying while I wrote this... so yeah.

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Five years to the day after Kurt's death found Blaine and another man standing in front of his grave with a single red rose, the type of flower Blaine had always given Kurt when they were together.

"Kurt, hi," he said, carefully placing the flower across the footstone that read Kurt Hummel.

"I know it's been a while since I've been here… four years, actually… I've just been so busy with everything, and I haven't had the time to make it back to Ohio every year for the anniversary of your death."

Blaine looked over to the man standing beside him and grabbed his hand.

"But I – I made a special trip to visit you this year because I – I have some really important news, and I wanted to be the one to tell you."

Blaine took a deep breath.

"I want you to meet Nick. He's my fiancé."

Tears started to pool in Blaine's eyes, and Nick gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Kurt, after you died, I was lost. I know I had only been with you for one day in those last five and a half years of your life, but you left a mark on me that can never, ever be erased. When you were gone, I didn't know how to react. I went back to New York. I – I tried to move on. I tried to bury myself in my music and get my career going, but I couldn't do it. I had no motivation, no inspiration."

"That's where Nick came in. I met him at an open mic one night, and he could tell I wasn't okay. He invited me out to dinner the next night, and we ended up back at my apartment, talking about you the entire time. Over the next week or two, I told him everything. He helped me through it, and was my friend for months before we began dating. I was different after I met him – he was the first person to actually make me happy since you, Kurt."

At this, Blaine tried to choke back a sob, but failed miserably. Nick pulled him into a hug and kissed him on the forehead, whispering, "I'll take it from here."

Blaine looked up at him in surprise, but Nick ignored him and began to speak.

"Hi, Kurt. I know you've never met me, but I'm Nick. And I just want you to know how much – how deeply I love Blaine. I love him Kurt, I honestly, really, truly do. He's the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I swear to you that I will try to be the best person for him that I can possibly be."

"I know everything that happened between you two. Blaine told me everything before we were ever dating, and I want you to know that I accept it all. I realize that what I have with Blaine will never be as intense and perfect and just – meant to be, as you two seemed to be. Even though you weren't in a relationship at the end of your life, you two seem to have had a connection deeper than anyone I've ever known."

Nick was starting to tear up now, but he continued on.

"I just – I want to thank you Kurt. You were with Blaine for a long time, and even when you two weren't together, I know you still had an impact on each other's lives. You helped shape him into the man that I love today and I – I can't thank you enough for that. And I feel like such a – such an asshole, really, having Blaine to myself when you didn't… but I – I'm forever in your debt. And I hope that you, wherever you are, don't hate me for being with Blaine when it should really be you but – I need him, Kurt. And," Nick looked over at Blaine with a sad smile, "I like to think he sort of needs me too."

Blaine wiped his tears away and spoke once more to Kurt.

"So – now you've met Nick. I think you would really like him, Kurt. He's really into music, but," Blaine managed a small laugh, "not as into fashion as you were. But anyway I – I just wanted you to meet him before we get married. And I want you to know that I will never, ever forget you, Kurt. I can't. I love Nick, so, so, much, and he saved me when no one else could. But you will always be the first person I ever loved, and I swear to you," Blaine's voice began to shake, but he kept going, "that a piece of my heart will always belong to you. I – I love you Kurt. It was always you, always meant to be you, but I guess sometimes fate has a way of screwing with people's lives."

"I'm going to be happy with Nick," at this, Blaine pulled Nick close to him. "I know I will be. So you don't have to worry about coming back from the grave and haunting him or anything," Blaine laughed a little, "because I know we'll be happy together. And like he said, he knows about us. And I can't thank him enough for actually accepting the fact that a piece of my heart will always belong to you, because I honestly thought I was too damaged to ever love and be loved by anyone else."

Nick smiled and cut in, "I'm okay with a piece of his heart belonging to you. I understand it, and I would never try to force Blaine to forget you. In fact, I'm going to make sure he never forgets you. I may not have known you in life, but you seem like a wonderful person who is far too important to forget."

Blaine and Nick held each other in front of Kurt's grave for a few moments in silence.

Out of the corner of Blaine's eye, he noticed a bright yellow butterfly. It flew around for a bit, and then landed on Kurt's footstone.

"That's odd," Nick said, pointing out the butterfly. "I haven't seen one of those all day."

Blaine smiled.

"Kurt always did say he loved butterflies… something about their freedom of flight…"

Nick looked over at his fiancé. "Do you think…?"

Blaine smiled, "I think – I think Kurt approves of you."

Blaine slowly pulled out of Nick's embrace.

"We better get going," Blaine sighed, "the plane leaves soon."

"I'll go ahead to the car. Take another minute, I know you want some alone time."

"Thanks," Blaine smiled.

Nick walked away towards the parking lot, and Blaine took a step closer to the grave. He crouched down and reached a hand out tentatively toward the butterfly that was still resting on the footstone.

A few seconds later, the butterfly flew onto his hand.

Blaine smiled, a small tear of happiness forming in his eye.

"Thank you, Kurt," he whispered, looking at the butterfly resting on his finger. He then extended his arm out and let the butterfly free, whispering one final thought after the beautiful creature.

"I love you."