A/N: Well, here we are! It's the epilogue. I promise, everything's wrapped up in this. :) Also, in the first bit, I'm drawing on experience, so I am aware that every one's different, but I've had the one in the story like this because it's the only one I'm able to use, if that makes sense? I don't want to give it away. Just read the story. :)

Thank you, all, for staying with this story this far. But at least this means that one of the stories on my WIP list is removed. YESSSSSS! ;)

So without further ado, I present to you the last chapter of 'The Temptress'.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Through the wind and the rain

She stands hard as a stone

In a world that she can't rise above

But her dreams give her wings

And she flies to a place where she's loved

Concrete Angel, Martina McBride

The boys, clad in black suits, filed into the crematory first, led by a quietly crying David. The coffin stood there, glorious as he had been, under the cross. As they sat down, rows of well-behaved Dalton boys, Kurt Hummel reached across to take his boyfriend's hand, thumb rubbing against Blaine's, trying to comfort. Blaine offered a weak smile in response, but nothing more was to be expected from someone who was at one of his best friends' funeral. David, glancing across, wrapped his arms around his stomach, trying to hold himself together before he lost it completely.

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of a dear friend…" The voice blended in with the oak walls, and as eulogy after eulogy passed, it seemed to pass Kurt in a blur, words and tears and a woody smell merging into one hazy grief.

The curtains drew shut, and it seemed, in that one action, that was Wes's leaving the world. Not the police coming to Dalton, telling the entire school that he was dead, nor the various lectures on how suicide is not your only option, and if anyone felt that way, they should talk to one of the members of pastoral care.

Once they were out of the crematory, Kurt gave Blaine a tight hug, whispering, "Call me. If you need me, I don't care if it's one in the morning or at two pm. I'll always pick up."

And with that, they drove away from Wes's final resting place.

He'd seen her. Alone, at night? This was too easy.

She never had a chance. Not in hell.

It was Sunday morning, two days after the funeral. Kurt and Blaine were sitting in Kurt's bedroom, Blaine still reeling slightly from the Friday afternoon funeral, when the doorbell rang.

Exchanging a look with Blaine, Kurt made his way downstairs and pulled open the door.

There was a girl, around 17 or 18, with brown hair and blue eyes standing there, twiddling her thumbs nervously and clutching something in her right hand. As he opened the door, she looked up at him, anxiety clear in her eyes.

"Kurt? Or are you Finn?"

"I'm… I'm Kurt. Do you want Finn?"

"I want you, and also Blaine, if he's here. I've got some… news for you. Regarding Emily."

Kurt turned to the stairs, hollering "Blaine!", before turning back to the girl. "What do you mean?"

"I'll explain in a minute… ah, Blaine? Great. Right. Well, I don't have much time, and I have to get back to Ireland, so I'll just tell you briefly. I'm Kayleigh O'Hara, Emily's sister. They… They found her body… in an alleyway four days ago."

He's seen her. She's alone, and it's dark. Nobody will know.

"She's been murdered… I know that Emily was quite vicious to you. But that was because she needed to keep herself safe."

He creeps closer, confident in his security. This is perfect. She'll never know he's there until he gets her, and by that time it'll be too late.

"She was trying to protect herself from this. And I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, that she dragged you into this, that she tried to hurt both of you."

It doesn't take long. Two blows with his knife to the chest, and she falls, unmoving.

"And… she left something for you… The police think that she knew she was going to die, and she left this for you… for both of you…"

He doesn't notice the photo fall from her hands, writing on the back. He's already run away, smiling to himself.

Blaine reached forward, taking the paper Kayleigh had been holding in her right hand. Unfolding it, he saw a photo of him and Kurt, happy and smiling as ever. Turning it over, he saw why Kayleigh was so anxious for them both to have it, because the writing on the back seems to be Emily's final atonement.

I'm sorry.

i.n.u xx