WARNING: I'm awful, this is awful. I'm so sorry! Prepare yourself, please.

Only Death will Part Us Now

Kurt opened his eyes, the sun filtering through the drapes and onto his face, seconds before his alarm beeped. He shut it off quickly so as not to wake Blaine, who slept beside him, peaceful and beautiful as usual. He was up half an hour before those luminous brown eyes would open to face the day, and he was only awake this early to make him some breakfast.

He bustled around the kitchen, waiting until the last possible second to stir his fiancée from his slumber. He crawled up the bed, kissing him gently and thumbing his cheek. His eyes opened slowly, smiling softly at Kurt. He brushed the curls from his sleepy eyes, happy and unbelievably content.

"Good morning," he smiled. Kurt kissed him again.

"Good morning," he said softly. "I made pancakes." Blaine's smile grew.

"You're too good to me."

Yes, just another perfect day in paradise.

"I have that cast meeting today," Blaine reminded, buttoning his vest. Kurt nodded, closing his lunch bag and packing it away before handing the messenger bag to him.

"Have fun," he smiled, pecking his cheek.

"Dinner when I get home?" Blaine offered, smirking at him through his eyelashes. Kurt returned it.

"Absolutely. But don't be late this time," he warned. Blaine's smile turned meek.

"I won't," another kiss. "Nothing could keep me away." One more kiss for luck and good measure.

"'Bye, baby," Kurt sighed. "Love you."

"I love you too." He left with that dazzling, dimpled smile, still able to give Kurt butterflies with it after five years of being with him.

"Hey, this is Blaine. Sorry I missed you, but I'll call you back soon. And if this is Kurt, I love you, baby." Beep.

"Hey, Blaine, I was just wondering where you were. I guess you got tied up at the meeting. Call me when you get out, baby. I love you…"

"Hey, this is Blaine. Sorry I missed you but I'll call you back soon…" Beep.

"Alright, you're officially in trouble. Call me back…"

"Hey, this is Blaine…"


"Damn it, Blaine, why do you have a phone if you're not going to use it..?"

"And if this is Kurt, I love you, baby."


"You're starting to scare me, baby…"

"I love you, baby."


"Blaine, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Quinn? Yeah, this is Kurt. Is the cast meeting over? It ended how long ago? Did you see Blaine leave or-? Oh god…"

Kurt paced the apartment, hands trembling, tears in his eyes. Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Something was horribly wrong with Blaine, he could feel it. But god damn it, he didn't know what to do.

He leapt when his phone rang, snatching it up, so desperate and terrified.


"Um, Mr. Hummel?" He stopped, the fear slamming him again.

"Yes?" He squeaked, throat dry, hands trembling.

"I'm Dr. Hamilton at New York Presbyterian Hospital; your fiancée has been in an accident."

"What kind of accident?" Someone else was speaking, they had to be. Kurt was far too numb to be forming coherent sentences, to fucking petrified to hear or comprehend anything.

"He's been shot-"


"Mr. Hummel, please. We've stabilized him and we're keeping him comfortable."

"What does that mean?" He wasn't sure when he started crying.

"Mr. Hummel, Blaine isn't going to make it through the night."

He'd never driven so fast before. He didn't know how he managed to get to the hospital through his tears, and he had no clue as to when he asked the nurse where Blaine was.

Now, time caught up with him. He was staring at Blaine's unconscious body, tears in his eyes. He stared at the monitor keeping track of his heartbeat. He half expected it to stop right then and there. He sobbed once at the thought. He might as well get used to the idea. Blaine would be gone by morning…gone forever.

He fell into the chair beside him, his chest heavy, heart bleeding, gushing with the liquefied agony in his eyes. He took his fiancée's hand, squeezing it, holding it to his cheek, kissing his fingers. The bandages wrapped around his torso were bloody, his face still and so, so pale. At least he wasn't in pain.

"Blaine," he whispered, voice harsh with tears, "please open your eyes. Let me say good-" He choked on the last word, breaking off into more sobs. He was going to lose him. No more gleaming smiles and gorgeous dimples. No more kisses first thing in the morning. No more dancing in the kitchen or arguing in the living room. No more anything. "Wake up, Blaine. Just for a minute."

He bowed his head, crying hard, wishing he had the strength to touch more than his hand. He gasped when the hand moved, now cupping his cheek. He looked up into sparkling eyes and a gentle smile. "Hi."

"Hi," Kurt gulped, sniffling.

"I'm sorry I was late," he breathed, tears beginning to well in his own eyes. "I even left early but…" He shut his eyes, swallowing hard. "I gave him my money, Kurt, I gave him everything he asked for."

"It's okay," he nodded, still holding his hand. "It's okay. We'll just go to dinner when you get out of here," he assured. Blaine's eyes were almost pitying, filled with tears, but he managed a tiny smile.

"Kurt…Kurt, they told me," he breathed. Kurt choked on air, hiccupping. "It's okay."

"You can't leave me," he sniffed. "Please, Blaine, you can't go." He leaned forward, touching his cheek, brushing his curls away. The dark-haired boy leaned into his touch, the first tear making its way to his face. And still he smiled.

"I won't leave you, I won't ever leave you, you have to know that," he said firmly, voice wavering.

"Then fight it. Stay with me, please!" Kurt begged, beginning to sob harder.

"Shh…" Blaine reached out slowly, almost painfully, to touch his face. "Baby, I…I don't want to go," he admitted, hands trembling.

"Then don't," he shook his head rapidly, crying hard. "You can't go, Blaine, we're getting married." He got closer to him, enough to rest his forehead against his, holding his face in both hands.

"I know," Blaine said, pain finally getting through, his voice breaking and more tears on his cheeks. "I know, I want to marry you too, baby. I do, but…" They were crying, holding his cheeks.

"Fight to stay with me, please. Please, Blaine. Please, we have to get married. We're going to have a family and…and all of our dreams come true," he bawled, kissing his face and his temples, still running his fingers through his hair. Blaine's grip was so weak, his breath rattling. He was dying, and he had to watch. "I can't have my dreams come true if you aren't there!"

"Shh," Blaine gulped, holding his face, combing his fingers through his hair to the best of his ability. "You can find someone else. You can love someone else, baby."

"I don't want anyone else, I want you!" The lovers held each other through the chords and tubes attached to him, crying, hearts in unimaginable agony at the thought of never seeing each other again. "Who-who am I supposed to sing 'Perfect' with, huh? Who am I supposed to watch movies with? Or-or go to the mall and help me pick out clothes? Who am I supposed to kiss good morning, or goodnight? Who am I supposed to go to when I need to cry? How am I supposed to wake up without you beside me?" He kissed him, trembling, breaking.

"Kurt, Kurt, it's alright," he nodded, those near child-like eyes overflowing with anguish and love.

"You can't go," Kurt pleaded, shaking his head, still so beautiful. "You can't. Who's going to tie your bowties in Heaven?" Blaine managed to wrap his arms around him, rubbing his back, just holding onto him, crying into his neck, breathing in his sweet smell. Kurt did the same, clinging to his love for dear life. "I love you, Blaine. I love you more than anything in this whole world and I would give anything for you to…to…"

"I love you too," Blaine whispered, sobbing. "I love you so much."

"Please don't go," he begged. "Please, God, Blaine, stay with me."

"I'm trying," he assured. "I'm trying but…I can feel it, Kurt. I can feel myself leaving."


"Here," Blaine gulped, taking the engagement ring from his hand and sliding it into Kurt's palm.

"No," Kurt moaned, refusing to accept one ounce of this. "No, you'll need it when-"


"-we get married!" He said defiantly. "Please, Blaine, don't make me."

"Keep it," he breathed. "Remember me."

"I won't forget you. How could I ever forget you?" He sobbed, holding him closer. They kissed several times, Blaine's heart rate slowing, weaker by the minute.

"Kurt," he sounded far more broken than Kurt had heard up until this point. "Kurt, I-I'm scared."

"Don't be scared. I'm here. I'm right here with you. It'll be alright, I promise," he said, kissing his forehead. He held him, feeling him slip away. "I won't leave you, Blaine. You'll be okay."

"Do-do you think He'll let me in?" He trembled, terrified. Kurt shut his eyes, trying to speak past the lump in his throat.

"Of course He will," he assured. "How could he not let someone like you in? You're so…You're wonderful, Blaine. You'll get to go to Heaven." Blaine cried harder, clinging to Kurt's back. Maybe if he held on tight enough he'd be able to stay. "Will-will you tell Mom I said hi?" He nodded vigorously, both sobbing so unbelievably hard. "I've got you, Blaine. I've got you. It's alright."

"I'll always be with you," he breathed, so weak, fading away. "One more kiss?"

Kurt put everything he had into that kiss. Every ounce of love he could muster in his lips, all of his anguish in his touch, touching him wherever he could to commit it to memory. Blaine was barely breathing when they broke apart, a smile on his pale and dying lips, eyes swollen and broken. "I love you!" He blurted. "I love you so muhuch!"

"I love you too. My angel, my darling, my love," he whispered, "my teenage dream, my Kurt." His eyes closed, breath fading on Kurt's name. He fell limp in his arms, heavy.


"No," he gasped, looking at his lifeless face. "No, no, you can't. YOU CAN'T!" He fell across his chest, sobbing hard. "No, Blaine, come back! COME BACK! BLAINE!" He sobbed hard against his chest, shattered, lost, crushed. His heart had been ripped away from him just as brutally as Blaine had been. Blaine… He picked him up again, holding him to his chest, stroking his hair and tearing away the stupid clamp on his finger in efforts to stop the machine from screaming. "Blaine, please, please wake up. Wake up so we can go to dinner. It's okay that we're late, it's okay. But you have to wake up!"

He kissed his lifeless face, crying into his hair, rocking him as if he were in some deep slumber. "Blaine, please, nohoh. Wake up, I can't do this without you!"

Flashes of their lives together bombarded him.

"My name's Blaine."

"You move me, Kurt."

"I am crazy about you."

"I love you."

"I can't stand being apart from the person I love."

"I hope so. I want you to be."

"Of course I'm moving in with you."

"Yes, Kurt, I'll marry you."

"Blaine, please, please!" He begged, rocking back and forth. He's gone. He's gone and he's never coming back. "No, no, Blaine, just open your eyes. Open your eyes and come back to me. COME BACK!"

Something was tugging on him, trying to break his iron-clad grip on Blaine's cooling body.

"Mr. Hummel-"

"NO! Blaine, please, open your eyes. Show them you're still here."

"Kurt, it's okay, let him go."

He ignored him, eyes closed, shaking his head and kissing his temple. "Blaine, please sing to me. Sing to me again, please. You're not gone. You're not gone!" He trembled all over, in shock, holding his dead love as if to spread his own life into him.

"Kurt," gentle hands and a soft tone. "Kurt, let him go. We won't hurt him, you just have to let him go."

"No," he moaned, closing his eyes and clinging to him possessively. "No, he's cold. I hav-have to get him warm!"

"Shh, Kurt, I'll keep him warm, okay? I promise, I won't let him get cold." He finally looked at her, sniffling, so unbelievably crushed.

"Can I..?" He croaked. She nodded, her eyes pained.

Trembling violently, he carefully put Blaine against the pillows, stroking his forehead, tucking the blankets around his shoulders. He bent his head, kissing his forehead. "I'll never say goodbye to you," he breathed, tears falling on his lifeless face. One more chaste kiss on frozen lips before he allowed himself to be pulled away from him. He kept his eyes trained on him, his heart stuttering in its already off-beat when they pulled the sheet over his face.

The second he hit the hallway he fell to his knees, looking up at the sky and screaming. The sound was bloodcurdling, echoing down the halls, revealing the unbearable, unimaginable pain he was in.







He sat up abruptly, tears on his raw cheeks, sobs in his chest. "Kurt, hey, hey, look at me, baby." He looked up at Blaine. At Blaine. Blaine. Blaine…