The smell of cooking food filled the air making Blaine's mouth water but he didn't feel hungry. He had locked himself away in his study drinking a bottle of whiskey that he had hidden, looking at photos of him and Kurt. His tears fell into his glass as he poured himself another. He downed it in one before pouring himself another glass. He started to giggle at one of the photos from one Halloween. Suddenly there was a knock at the door making Blaine drop his glass.
"Shi..." Blaine shouted as he bent down to pick up the pieces on the floor.
"Blaine? Are you ok?" Burt asked through the door as he tried turning the handle again. Blaine quickly got back to his feet and stumbled to the door before unlocking it.

Burt walked in, his clothes messy from cooking. He could smell the alcohol from where he was as he walked Blaine struggle back onto his chair.
"Dinners ready." He said as he noticed the glass on the floor.
"Nooot Hungry" Blaine said as he drunk the whiskey straight from the bottle instead. Burt jumped forward grabbing the bottle from him making Blaine fall off his seat as he tried to hold onto it.
"What doing?" Blaine mumbled as he picked himself up.
"You've been drinking." Burt said as he examined the label on the bottle.
"Well done sherl..." Blaine said before cutting off as he saw a little shadow move across the hallway. Burt quickly shut the door before he helped Blaine up.
"Look I know that your upset but you can't just drink it's not going to make you feel any better. I've been there remember."
"I don't know what to do Burt." Blaine cried out as he sat back down on the chair, placing his head in his hands.
"I know but I promise I will be here with you and we will get through this. I want you to go and take a shower and have a nap to sober up before you join us. I will look after the kids." Burt said as he left the room.

After the food Burt had put Alex to sleep and was sitting with Liz watching a movie.
"Grandpa Burt?" Liz asked.
"What is it honey?" Burt replied as he paused the movie.
"Something bad happened to papa didn't it?" Liz said as she jumped on the sofa turning herself around to face her granddad.
"What makes you think that?" Burt said as he knew there would questions.
"Well papa didn't come back with us from the hospital and Daddy hasn't been the same. Grandpa I'm 6 years old." Liz said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"A very clever 6 year old" Burt said as he stroked her hair which was curly just like Blaine's when he had no gel in it.
"Papa isn't coming back is he? His gone to heaven?" Burt felt a lump in his throat, he couldn't lie to her. He simply nodded his head as he felt the little girl fall into his arms sobbing softly. He felt himself start to cry with her.

Blaine walked into the room his head throbbing from the amount of drink he had consumed earlier. His heart stopped for a second when he saw Burt and Liz on the sofa crying. He slowly walked over to them. He cleared his throat making them jump.
"Daddy" Liz said as she got up off the sofa and ran to him hugging him as soon as she got to him.
"Hey baby girl." Blaine picked her up and held her as close as he could as he rubbed the tears away from her eyes.
"Why did he have to go?" She cried out as she hid her head on his shoulder.
"I...I...don't know" Blaine said as walked over to Burt and sat down next to him who just gave him a nod.
"Maybe heaven needed him more than we did daddy." Liz said as he leaned back out to look at her father.
"Well they have gained themselves an amazing one." Blaine said as he kissed his daughters forehead. Blaine couldn't believe how his daughter was coping, she was a lot braver then he was and maybe that was a good thing. He felt her grab on to him as she hugged him harder.
"It's ok to cry daddy" Liz whispered into her father's ear. His sobers started to get louder. He didn't want his daughter to see him cry.
"You go with grandpa for a few minutes. I...I... be right back." Blaine said as he popped her back down on the floor and left the room. He grabbed a coat and exited the apartment. He could hear Burt calling after him but he just kept walking.

"40th floor" The elevator announced. Blaine took a final set of stairs and arrived on the roof of his apartment building. The cold air hitting him hard almost taking his breath away. He went for the zipper before working out that he had picked up one of Kurt's coat in the rush exit. He sighed as he pulled did the zipper and pulled the hood on his head. He slowly walked to the side of the building. The view of New York City was breath taking. He finally reached the edge and grabbed onto the railings. He took in a breath of air before he slowly started to sing. No song in mind just some random words that came into his head.
"Don't go, please don't leave me,
How can I deal with this world without you,
Your my everything and now it's gone." He took in another breath. The sound of New York was getting louder as if to join in. He continued.
"Your side of the bed is empty now,
nothing in its place." Blaine stopped again. He felt his fingers become numb. He quickly did his best to warm them but gave up and decided to head back in.

Blaine snuck back into the apartment and headed to his bedroom. He looked at his bed for a few minutes. It was still messy from the morning. He hadn't had stepped in there. After his shower he took clean clothes and cleaned up the mess he had made earlier in his study. He sighed before he decided to get in. He grabbed Kurt's pillow and hugged it. It still smelt of Kurt making Blaine start to cry again.