We were young. We were in love. We were rollicking in those early days of marriage. Our dreams of getting out of Lima and running away to New York had come true. Life was about as good as it could get. We could not leave well enough alone. We were having the time of our lives and just enjoying every inch of each other and the romantic dinners and sweet kisses and especially the sex. Things were just perfect but life is a wild journey full of ups and downs and good things always come to an end…

March 24th

Blaine had gotten a job as a performer down at the local pub and I never worried about Blaine getting drunk and going off with another guy because well...Blaine wasn’t like that. He was loyal and we were in love and nothing anyone said or did could damage that.

Blaine got tired often but he never told me because he was afraid that I would worry too much (because I do). He only started telling me when it got really bad.

“Night baby, I’m going to bed, I’m really tired.” Blaine whispered in my ear.

“Oh ok but its only 5:30pm and you haven’t had work at all today and what about dinner? I’m cooking lasagna, you’re favorite! You need to get some food into you, you are looking rather slim! And you haven’t eaten all day!” I chimed.

“Yea, I’m just really tired and not hungry at all. I’ll see you in the morning babe.” Blaine groaned placing a gentle, warm kiss on my lips, his fitting perfectly on mine.

“Oh ok – Boo! Guess I’ll eat on my own…” I said sadly.

“Don’t worry, you can eat with Rachel!” Blaine reminded me.

“Rachel? Rachel is in California filming for that hit T.V series ‘Dlee.’ I answered.

“No she is right behind you! LOOK!”

But there was nothing behind me; I thought he was joking not hallucinating. I should have known something wasn’t right but I was young and stupid.

Blaine slept a lot not waking up till mid-day. I thought it was because he works late but I was getting worried after he slept form 4PM on Sunday – 5PM on Monday. So I did what I should have done earlier. I dragged him out of bed and took him to the doctors.

“So you say you aren’t feeling hungry at all, and really tired.” The Doctor asked me and Blaine firmly.

“Yea he’s been hallucinating.” I added grimly.

“What no I haven’t!” Blaine said to his defense (he always does that which is incredibly adorable and irrespirable).

“The other night, you said I could have dinner with Rachel and she was and is in L.A filming.” I reassured the doctor.

“Okay before you two get into a squabble about this I need to ask, what are you brothers? Best friends?

“Husbands.” We said simultaneously.

“Oh…” There was a short silence.

“So Blaine have you been experiencing weight-loss at all?”

“A little not much.”

“Ok I am going to take blood tests. I don’t want to say anything that will worry you so I wont say nothing.” The doctor replied.

Blaine and I looked at each other before the doctor drew some blood.

“I’ll get back to you with in 2 days to a week” he said. “In the mean time get lots of rest and eat no matter how fatty it is, eat!”

Each passing day I got more and more worried, he wasn’t his usual ‘smilling goofball self.’ He stayed in his (our) room sleeping. I tried getting him to eat. I bought all his favorite foods but he just shook his head. It was obvious he was sick. He would barley even drink water.

“How long have you been feeling ‘tired’” I asked Blaine curiously, sitting down next to him on the bed.

“For a while know, a couple of months but I didn’t tell you because I knew you would worry.” Blaine replied not looking me straight in the face.

“Blaine what if this is serious?” By now I was worrying myself.

“Its probably just a bug you know. But I’m always in the mood for a good cock sucking.” Blaine smiled cheekily.

“Not if you’re sick like this! I don’t wanna become like you!”

Well yes I wanted to and Blaine knew it too. He pulled me down onto the bed, kissing my neck. Slowly, Blaine's tongue dragged down my neck to where my clavicles met. On instinct, I dug his fingers into Blaine's curls.

"I knew you wanted to, it’s been so long." Blaine said softly, grabbing his hips and thrusting slowly against him.

A jolt of pleasure shot down my spine as my hips thrusted up to meet Blaine's. Though they had done this before it felt fucking incredible. Through the thin fabrics I could feel Blaine's cock pressed against my own.

God I wanted more, more than a blowjob. I wrapped my ankles over Blaine’s thighs.

"Fuck, Kurt." Blaine whispered against his lips, rolling his hips down harder.  I never wanted him to stop kissing me. I tore of my shirt and Blaine’s too. Blaine rolled on top of me planting soft kisses across my sternum. He pinned me to the mattress moving back up to my mouth.

“You’re so hot baby.” Blaine breathed.

“I want my fucking cock down your throat!” I whimpered.

He swiftly pushed himself down my body. He planted a few wet kisses across my stomach before sliding my pants and boxers down, to be lost in the sheets.

“You’re not to tired for this baby” I groaned.

“I could never be too tired for this.”

I barely had any time to prepare myself before Blaine's tongue was pressed against the underside of my cock and his hands were kneading my balls. My hips jolted up at the touch until a firm hand held me down.

And then Blaine's tongue was licking up the pre-cum leaking from my now hard cock. He parted his lips and slide his mouth over my cock sinking down. The only thing that prevented me from slamming myself down Blaine's throat was the hand still holding me down. I thought I was going to explode before Blaine had even started.

“Oh god Blaine!” I started shouting.

Blaine's perfect mouth was sliding back down my cock until I felt my head hit the back of Blaine’s throat. The only thing I could do was tangle my hands in Blaine's hair. His head started bobbing up and down under my hands. Each suck was making it harder for me to breathe.

The warm pleasure was tingling through my entire body as Blaine twisted his tongue around my cock as Blaine sucked me hard. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would cum.

“Blaine-I'm going to–"

But saying this just made him suck harder. I tried pulling him off but he was indinial. Blaine wanted to swallow-

Blaine sunk all the way down on his cock, nose pressed into his navel and his free hand wrapped firmly around my balls. My cock twitching in Blaine’s mouth as I came.

I collapsed onto the mattress, pleasure jolting through my body. Blaine hovered over me, ducking in to capture my mouth in a soft kiss. It was a lot saltier and warmer than before. I rolled on top and we stayed kissing for a while then I felt something hard bellow me and soon enough realized what that was.

“Turn over baby!” Blaine demanded.

Blaine's thick finger slipped inside of me, stretching me as he buried himself up to the knuckle. I arched back against Blaine's palm, hitting his prostate. It felt so fucking good.

Blaine slipped his fingers out and I felt so empty. Blaine sat up and grabbed something from the night stand – a condom. Blaine rolled it down his thickcock then grabbed a bottle of lube before returning his fingers in side of me.

“Are you ready for this?” Blaine asked.

“Sweet mother fucking hell! Do it!” I screamed.

“You’re not gonna be walking tomorrow babe.” Blaine chuckled cheekily.

Blaine’s tip nudged against my entrance and pressed gently against it for a moment before he sunk in slowly until he was completely in. Kurt strived for the fullness that he felt.

Blaine pulled back slowly until only the head of his cock was still inside of me. Suddenly, Blaine snapped his hips forward and buried himself even deeper than before. I could feel Blaine's balls pressing against my ass. Blaine slapped my ass which made my ass muscles clench around Blaine’s cock.

“Fuck harder!” I demanded

“I’m gonna” –

“HARDER!”

With a final hard thrust, Blaine's body became tense his cock throbbing inside of me as he came. Breathless with pleasure, we both collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.

“I don’t really know how to put this Blaine.” The doctor said concerned.

“Just tell me! It can’t be THAT bad.” Blaine replied.

“From these blood tests it seems that you um, have AIDS.”

“WHAT?” I screamed! Blaine was so shocked that he couldn’t even speak, tears filling his eyes.

“H-how long do I have?” Blaine whispered through the tears.

“Don’t ask that!” I snapped!

“I can’t say really but maybe a couple of years.”

Blaine gave a small laugh and assumed he was just kidding though what doctor jokes about how long someone has to live.

Blaine was quiet the entire car ride home. Imagine if you got told you had 2 years to live. When we got home I tried comforting him by feeling him but he just pushed my hand away and looked out the window. I didn’t even want to think about life without him. I thought maybe they’d find a cure for AIDS within the next two years but I was wrong so very wrong.

Blaine condition deteriorated over the next 6 weeks. The doctor told us that if Blaine died before the 2 years that he wouldn’t be surprised. He gave Blaine a lot of drugs and medication which some days made Blaine feel really nauseous but others he felt like he was on top of the world. I wanted to make most of my time with Blaine but I was stupid enough to think they’d be a cure and he’d live forever with me by his side. But life is a crazy rollercoaster of ups and downs. I don’t even know how to explain what its like losing the love of your life.

It was officially a year since he’d been diagnosed and gosh I was excited at the fact that maybe he’d live. I felt bad because a big cause of AIDS is unprotected anal sex which me and Blaine had done countless times and most of the time I topped. I couldn’t help but cry every time I looked into his eyes or he lost a pound or two or he went to bed early and wouldn’t eat. We both had quit our jobs so we weren’t making much money and living in NYC is hard enough cost wise. But it was the city of our dreams, gay marriage was legal and we could walk hand in hand in public and kiss in Central Park with out getting glared at. We even made out in Central Park on a picnic blanket and the only thing that stopped us from going all the way then and there was the amount of little kids running around. Me and Blaine had wanted kids but we just – the time hadn’t come before Blaine was diagnosed.

“Hey baby, look I know you don’t want to go out but there’s going to be a reunion with all the old Warbler boys and you were the main guy so I think we should go.” I said, walking into our room pulling the blinds to reveal a wet, grey, gloomy day.

“I don’t wanna.” Blaine grumbled.

“C’mon, if you come I’ll give you a surprise tonight.” I winked and that was all Blaine needed to hear. He got up pulling on a purple V-neck tshirt and some black skinny jeans. I smiled to my self as I saw a picture of me in a little necklace; which Blaine refused to ever take off. Just then Blaine had pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately and wouldn’t stop – not that I ever wanted him too. “Not now honey, we need to go. We’re going to the cafe up the road.” I smiled. Blaine grinned back as we walked arm and arm out the door, down the elevator and onto the busy streets of New York. I know its weird to have a car in NYC but I wanted to so we did cause I mean you only live once right? Well I mean unless you’re a cat.

We arrived to see all the old boys and it was great. Blaine and I sat down and ordered a Latte for me and a Flat White for Blaine. We talked for about half an hour before Blaine started dosing on my shoulder and I decided it was time for Blaine and I to head home.

“See you two maybe next year aye?” Nick reminded me as we got up – Blaine clung onto me like Velcro.

“Yea, we all have to keep in touch.” Wes chimed in.

“Yes, its always great to see everyone.” David answered.

“Sure thing.” I told everyone and Blaine just nodded sleepily. I didn’t want to tell them that they might not ever see Blaine again because I wasn’t yet thinking about that myself. It was still raining out side so we had to make a run for it.

“One!” Blaine yelled above the noise of the busy city and falling rain.

“Two!” I replied – Blaine grabbing my hand.

“THREE!” We said simultaneously as we made a run for it, dodging all the other cars in the parking lot. The water was poring down hard and I couldn’t see much. Suddenly I didn’t feel the hand that fits perfectly in mine and I looked back to see Blaine wasn’t behind me.

“Blaine?” I whimpered. But there was no reply. “Blaine!” I echoed and the same thing – nothing. “BLAINE” I hollered.

“Yea?” I herd a faint whisper, the rain and city noises were to loud.

“BLAINE, BLAINE WHERE ARE YOU?” I called out again.

“over here.” I herd a small voice call out. I walked around all the cars to see Blaine on the wet ground as rain continued to drip on him, his clothes were ruined – not that I gave a fuck, all I cared about was Blaine.

“Blaine, gosh what happened?”

“I was holding your hand – then I, I can’t remember. I – “ But Blaine didn’t say anything else. I called the ambulance and held Blaine’s hand.

“Look Kurt, I just – I hope you had the time of your life you know? Here with me in New York.” Blaine’s horse voice told me.

“Oh Blaine, don’t say that – you’re not gonna die.” I snapped.

“Kurt, I love you, I want you to know that.”

“I do know that, and you also know I love you. But every thing is gonna be ok, I promise.” And it was then I realized Blaine wasn’t moving. The ambulance arrived minutes later and by that time I was breaking down. Why? Why did this have to happen to Blaine and I? Being gay, its not a sin is it? Them taking Blaine into there huge van was like a blur. I just sat there looking down at the ground where Blaine had laid. All the Warblers had rushed out and were sitting by me but I only realized that about 10 minutes after they had sat down. They didn’t know what was going on because I hadn’t told them. The guy from the Ambulance truck came over and told me to come by the hospital and that things weren’t looking good – wow, way to lighten the spirit.

Blaine died July 2nd 2012. I seem calm about this now, saying this but after his passing I went insane. I cut myself, I tried killing my self. I didn’t want to live if I wasn’t with Blaine. I thought – I actually knew things were never going to get better. God had killed the man I loved. I didn’t know how people dealt with those sorts of things. I’d seen people die on TV and stuff but when it actually happens to you – someone you love dies, you don’t know how to handle it. I spent 2 years hating everything and everyone. Blaine’s parents never accepted Blaine for who he was and they didn’t go to there own sons funeral which made me want to physically hurt them. But it was 3 years later that I found Darren. Darren Criss. But that’s a hole other story.