The visitation was awful.

Blaine had felt sick, and was torn between wanting to leave and not wanting to leave ever. He had stood at the end of the room watching the others say goodbye to Kurt, but he couldn’t get himself to go up there. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.

He stood there himself listening to Burt talking about how he had lost a wife, and now a son. About how proud he was of Kurt, and how Kurt was the one he loved most in this world. Blaine had to tune it out. He couldn’t stand listening to it, couldn’t understand how people could talk about Kurt in that way, like he was gone for good - couldn’t stand thinking that it was true.

After Burt had finished Puck asked to say a few words. As he stood up Blaine saw how swollen his eyes were, and how much his fingers were trembling. Blaine felt a sudden urge to rush up and embrace him, or just hold his hand. But he didn’t. He was completely motionless.

“When I first got to know Kurt I wasn’t very nice to him.
In fact, I was a real bully.
I tossed him into dumpsters daily, and laughed at the person he was. But now - he’s my best friend.
He’s taught me so much; about life, about boys and girls, about how to be around other people.
And about myself.
I truly believe that I have become a better person after we became friends.
I have never been so comfortable and happy as I have been in those hours spent with Kurt and Blaine - and Finn. We’re like the Four Musketeers.
All for one, one for all and that crap.

I can’t imagine my life without Kurt. I miss him like crazy. Nothing is ever gonna be the same again.

I love you, Hummel.”

Throughout the entire speech Puck had been hesitating and pausing to swallow, to sniff or even to dry his eyes, but now it had become too much for him.
Puck broke down. It was painful to watch. He almost couldn’t stand by himself, and Rachel had to run to help him safely down to his seat where he had sat sobbing into her shoulder.

Up next was Finn. He looked more uncomfortable than Blaine had ever seen him. He had a hard time focusing as he couldn’t stop himself listening to the lyrics of the song that was silently played in the background.

A Place Nearby by Lene Marlin.
It was brutal, and Blaine did his best not to listen to it, but he couldn’t completely overhear it. It kept breaking through to his thoughts and mixing up with the constant repetition of Blackbird that refused to leave him alone, making him feel like he was on the edge of insanity.

Finn stood there, in front of the small gathering looking like his legs were about to fail him. He had messed up the words and almost fell down the step he had stepped up at.

He had talked about their school time together, how hard it had been for him to accept the fact that their parents were together, and how he had come to protect Kurt and see him as his best friend. Eventually he had wrapped it shortly up with:

“He’s my brother, my guidance. I love him.”

As Finn sat back down in his seat Rachel tiptoed to take his place, singing a beautiful version of My Man from Funny Girl. Tears were streaming down her face, but she didn’t miss a note. She turned her fingers over and over in her hands, as she sang out not caring that her mascara was running, turning her face into an almost grotesque mask.

Burt had thanked them for coming, swallowing his tears until the room had emptied out and no one was there to see him but Carol and Blaine.
As people left the room the speakers softly flowed with the tunes of Nan’s Song by Robbie Williams, making Blaine feel like screaming.

He had insisted on getting to be the last person in the room. But he couldn’t go up there. He couldn’t see Kurt like this.

*

“…you were only waiting for this moment to arise.”

The song had been stuck in Blaine’s head for two days now. It had been going round and round in his head in Kurt’s voice, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop it.

He hadn’t listened to music. At all. He just couldn’t. It felt pointless, and also kind of idiotic to do so. It wasn’t like there was anything to sing about anymore.

The too known nightmare kept creeping in on him. The images wouldn’t let go, and they were so much more vivid now that he was so close. That was also the reason he hadn’t slept for days.

After he had to leave the hospital with a bag of his and Kurt’s things he had gone back to the Hummel-Hudson house. That had been where he and Kurt had been together, and he couldn’t go back to his parents’ house.

Puck had stayed at the Hummel-Hudson house too. Burt had asked him to. He didn’t want Blaine to be alone, and Blaine had refused to talk to anyone. When he had come home he had gone straight to Kurt and his room where he had laid in their bed with his pillow that Kurt had brought to the hospital.

It was the thing to smell the freshest of Kurt, and he was sickeningly afraid that he would forget how he smelled. If first he forgot how he smelled, then all other memories would disappear too.

Now Blaine was in his car, in the passenger seat with Puck at the wheel. He was too catatonic to drive himself, so Puck had offered to take him.
As Blaine didn’t say a word, and only responded by nodding or shaking his head whenever Puck asked him something Puck gave it up. Instead he turned on the radio, but only for a brief second before he turned it back off in panic.

Teenage Dream.
All of the memories came crashing down over him.

The first time he had seen Kurt on the stairs in Dalton. Singing, flirtatiously looking at Kurt, without knowing what impact he would have on his life.
Their first kiss, the first time he had told Kurt that he loved him and Kurt had been baffled but returned his love. Kurt spending an entire summer convincing Blaine that he should transfer to McKinley, Kurt congratulating him with flowers after his opening night on West Side Story. Their fights. The first time they had sex. Kurt’s graduation, his own graduation and their hangout’s with college friends. Kurt curled up in laughter on the bed wearing Blaine’s Dalton hoodie. Kurt waking up in the middle of the night waking up Blaine to tell him that he loved him. Their trip to Vegas. Their poor wedding, but amazing wedding night. Their talk of getting a house and having kids, only a few days before.

Their entire life together, in short images flashing in his brain. Each time an image disappeared it was replaced by the image of Kurt on his hospital bed looking so beautifully angelic, peaceful, before it faded into next memory.

Puck stopped the engine ripping Blaine out of his numbing train of thoughts. He almost couldn’t feel anything anymore. All there was inside of him was pitch-black nothingness.

As he stepped out of the car Puck was already on his side waiting for him, but hesitated when he was saw that someone was waiting for Blaine.
Puck quickly realized that this wasn’t a conversation that involved him. He walked across the pebbles by the end of the church parking lot to wait for Blaine.

“Hey honey. I - I just wanted to be here for you. To pay my respects, and support you. I loved Kurt too.” Blaine’s mom brushed his arm, obviously not expecting a response. She smiled sympathetically at him before she hugged him.

“I had planned to come visit you at the hospital the other day. I had found something I wanted you to have. You and Kurt.” Susan paused and looked at Blaine, as if to observe if there even was life behind the face.

“I noticed your wedding rings were a little untraditional, and Kurt had mentioned that you had agreed to find new ones, more classic ones, as soon as you came home from your trip.” She drew a breath, still looking for reaction, and still getting nothing in return.

“My mother gave me my grandparents’ wedding rings when they passed away. She told me to give them to you once you grew up and met a sweet girl to marry. She never knew about you being gay, you were so young when she passed away.” She let her hand stroke his cheek for a second before she put her hand in her pocket and drew out a little black box.

“I know that these rings are for a man and a woman - but I wanted to give them to you as a gesture, a symbol. These rings are rightfully yours, Blaine, and I wanted you to have them so you could give the one to the person you love, to Kurt.” She folded his hand around the box and watched as he opened it and looked at the rings.

One of the rings was classic and all silver, with a clean cut. The other one was silver too but smaller and more elegant with three stones on the top. They really were beautiful.

“Thanks. Mom,” Blaine forced out thickly, swallowing and looking away as he put the rings into his pocket.

His mom didn’t say anything. She just nodded and grabbed his hand leading him towards Puck.

As they passed her car Blaine saw his dad sitting inside with a motionless mask on his face. Blaine had no idea how he would have reacted to this on any other day, but right now he couldn’t care less.

When they entered the church there was an overwhelmingly amount of people. People he hadn’t seen for years, people he had no idea even knew that Kurt was -

Blaine did everything to avoid looking at the end of aisle where the casket stood. Open, with a picture of Kurt smiling out at them at the foot of the casket.

The feelings that hadn’t been there for two days were starting to return. A buzzing feeling was spreading through his skin all over his body, and he felt like scratching his skin off until the feeling would go away.

Mr. Schuester was there, Coach Sylvester was there, a small selection of The Warblers had shown too - even David Karofsky was sitting in a corner a little away from the entire group of New Directions from high school.

The church was a sea of black, and Blaine started feeling nauseated as he walked down the aisle to take his place at the front row. He could feel people staring at him, sending him that look. The look he had been so sure he would never be at the receiving end of.

Susan had to sit down at the row behind him, instead he got to sit next to Finn who was tripping restlessly with his foot on the ground looking nervously around on the full church.

Then it all started. The bells rang loudly over their heads, and the organ started playing. Hymns were sung, and the minister talked about what a strong boy Kurt had been, all of the obstacles he had been put through but still stood his ground, how talented he had been in so many different aspects, and what a good friend and intelligent person he was. He ended up with telling how Kurt had found someone that had helped him go from being a depressed and confused boy that blossomed into a happy, life loving boy.

“And now Blaine, Kurt’s husband, wants to share something with us. With Kurt. For Kurt,” the minister ended his speech, making the whole church buzz with whispering.
Blaine had completely forgot that only a very few people knew that they had got married, but now it didn’t matter. This was about Kurt.

Blaine got up to stand in front of the black sea in front of him, closed his eyes, and sang:

Like a comet
Blazing 'cross the evening sky
Gone too soon

Like a rainbow
Fading in the twinkling of an eye
Gone too soon

Shiny and sparkly
And splendidly bright
Here one day
Gone one night

Like the loss of sunlight
On a cloudy afternoon
Gone too soon

Like a castle
Built upon a sandy beach
Gone too soon

Like a perfect flower
That is just beyond your reach
Gone too soon

Born to amuse, to inspire, to delight
Here one day
Gone one night

Like a sunset
Dying with the rising of the moon
Gone too soon
Gone too soon

Blaine hadn’t cried for two days; he didn’t think he was able to cry anymore, after several months of constant tearing up. But now he did.

Big, fat, warm tears were soaking his face, making his voice threat to fail him in the middle of the song. But he continued. Letting the drops stroll, not caring that they would probably ruin his suit, and Kurt would have killed him for it. What did it matter?

People didn’t clap after he finished. All he could hear was sobbing and sniffing, watching their friends from high school with arms around each other, or crying into a handkerchief.

Blaine sat back down in his seat between teary-eyed Finn, and Burt who grabbed his hand the second he sat next to him.

“That was beautiful, son. Thank you,” Burt thanked him under his breath, before the minister announced that if people wanted to they should be free to come say something.

No one stood up to say anything, so after a brief moments waiting the minister announced that people could have a minute to say one last goodbye to Kurt before the casket would be taken to where he would be buried.

A long line of people formed as they all wanted to have one moment with Kurt. Blaine stayed seated. He wanted to be the last one. He needed to be the last one. He couldn’t do it with all these people staring at him. It was painful enough as it was.

He watched as the line got shorter and shorter in sync with his heart getting smaller and smaller in his chest, and the hole in his stomach grew bigger.

Puck, Finn and Rachel had waited with him, and he watched as they cried and said their last words, and placed memories for Kurt in the casket. Luckily he saw that someone had already pinned the silver G clef from Sam to his collar.

Rachel placed two tickets from when she and Kurt had seen Wicked together the time he had visited her in New York, small gold stars all over the tickets of course.

Finn placed a photo of the Hummel-Hudson family from Burt and Carol’s wedding. They all looked so happy and like a family holding each other, in that picture. He also gave the screaming pink pocket square Kurt had forced him into wearing at their graduation at McKinley High.

Puck placed a postcard with a picture of the Statue Of Liberty on it, and the text “one day I‘ll meet you there, buddy” on the back, before he broke completely down so Finn and Rachel had to help him to the side.

This was it. Now it was Blaine’s turn and all of his intestines were fighting each other to escape his body via his throat.
He couldn’t figure out if he wanted to scream or cry or just not have any reaction at all.

He grabbed into his pocket where he found a key hanger from The Lima Bean and placed it next to Puck’s postcard, along with the picture from their wedding - smiling, in love, with bare feet and pajama pants. Then he grabbed back into his pocket and found the little black box where he took out the man’s ring and placed it on his free ring finger, before he took the woman’s ring and placed it inside Kurt’s hand.
As a last Blaine drew out a folded piece of paper and placed it in the hand he had just placed the ring. He stood for a second with his hand holding Kurt’s, feeling his skin against his one last time.

He wanted so badly to lean down and kiss him, but it felt wrong.
He was beautiful, but he looked like a wax figure of himself, a parody and it made everything turn inside Blaine.

Even the outfit Blaine had chosen for him looked wrong. He had lost so much weight that it was way too lose over his skinny body.

Burt had asked Blaine to pick out a set of clothes for Kurt as he himself had no idea what to choose, and he trusted that Blaine had some sort of inside knowledge to Kurt’s style.

It hadn’t taken more than a minute for Blaine to decide. He didn’t even have to go to Kurt’s closet to find an outfit, because Blaine knew that this particular set was still in his collection.
Blaine had chosen the black jeans, and dress shirt with the waist coat that Kurt had worn the day he had announced Pavarotti’s death back in Dalton. The outfit he had worn the moment where Blaine had realized that he couldn’t fight his feelings for Kurt any longer.

It had fitted him perfectly that day, but now it looked like he had been shrunk, or the clothes had got stretched into weird proportions, so Blaine quickly told himself to move on.

Then the feeling had returned. The mixed feeling of wanting to run away and never face anyone ever again, and staying there by the casket, holding Kurt’s hand and never letting go.

Blaine closed his eyes, and felt the needles run from his lungs through his throat and over his tongue as he drew a heavy breath before he opened his eyes to take one last look at Kurt.

He bent down, letting his face as close to Kurt’s as it was possible without actually kissing him, and whispered;

“I’ll never say goodbye to you.”

Then he turned to face the others. Everyone was gathered by the end of the church, waiting for him to finish, so the casket could be closed and the rest of the pallbearers would join him so they could carry Kurt outside.

When Blaine turned to face them Burt, Finn, Puck, Sam and Mike came up to him. The casket got closed and they lifted it.
In some ways it felt like it weighed a ton, and in other ways it felt like it didn’t weigh anymore than a feather.

All the way down the aisle Blaine was afraid that he would trip, or something else would happen so he would screw up in some way. But he didn’t.

As they exited the church everyone followed them, and gathered around the family burial plot. Burt had made sure he got a spot next to his mom, which had consoled Blaine a little. At least he was with his mom now.

As they watched the casket being sunk into the ground Blaine saw his father standing in the midst of the crying crowd. He wasn’t talking to anyone, he kept himself in the middle of people he had never met before who hadn’t had the slightest idea that he was Blaine’s father, but all he was looking at was Blaine.

Blaine couldn’t wrap his mind around how to react to his father’s presence, so he directed his focus back to the last he would ever get to see of Kurt, when he felt Burt’s hand safely lock around his and squeeze it in the fatherly way Blaine knew so well from him.

*

After the casket had been sunk into the ground Blaine had needed to shake hands, and hug everyone at the cemetery.
Their old teachers, old high school friends even people he didn’t know.

It turned out that once Coach Sylvester had heard what had happened she had forced the new principal at McKinley High to name the stage of the auditorium the Kurt Hummel-stage, which she now said that she would get changed to the Kurt Hummel-Anderson stage before they finished the copper sign.

Karofsky had come over to Blaine and shaken his hand. Through tears he had apologized once more for what he had done to Kurt, and congratulated them on getting married, before he hugged Blaine through sobs.

“I am so sorry about this. Kurt was the best guy I’ve ever known. I don’t know if I’d even be here today without him,” Karofsky had said before he had let go of Blaine, leaving room for everyone else.

Now Blaine was sitting in Kurt’s room that he considered his own, listening to the buzzing of people downstairs. Burt had invited the people closest to Kurt home to the Hummel-Hudson house, and Blaine knew immediately that he wouldn’t be able to do the whole social thing so he had discretely retreated to their room, well knowing that no one would object.

He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling the room around him, the bed under him and let himself go back to his times with Kurt in the room, well aware of the pain this would cause to run through him like an exploding volcano.

He stayed there with his nose dug into Kurt’s pillow and bedspread, letting his tears merciless overflow everything surrounding him, as he lost all feeling of time and place.

As it got darker there was a knock on the door. Blaine didn’t answer, just hoped that whoever it was would go away and leave him alone. Forever.

The second the mattress worked Blaine knew that it was Puck who sat down next to him, and he didn’t even bother to turn around, or even open his eyes.

“Come on, man. Everyone’s left. Let’s get you into some other clothes so you can come to bed. I’ll stay here with you,” Puck whispered through the dark, letting a hand run softly up and down Blaine’s arm.

When there was no reaction he stood up, and Blaine could hear him go through drawers before he returned to the bed where he dropped a pile of clothes.

“Here. Put these on. When you’ve done that I promise I’m not gonna bug you any longer. Just do it, Blaine. For me -” Puck begged him. His voice was soft and filled with concern. It made Blaine’s chest pound with pain, but gratitude that Puck was willing to spend time on him, when Puck so clearly was devastated himself.

Blaine sat up in the bed and halfheartedly changed his clothes. He just let the tie, the white dress shirt and the black slacks end on the floor, not caring the slightest, before he crawled under the covers and Puck returned from the bathroom where he had changed into his own pajamas.

When Puck saw that Blaine was already in bed he crawled under the covers too and tugged in Blaine. He didn’t hold around him, but Blaine knew that if he needed it Puck would do it.

Blaine didn’t say anything, but he was certain that while he was lying in the dark waiting to fall asleep, soundlessly crying, Puck was crying too. Blaine wanted to turn around and try to comfort his friend, but he didn’t see how he would be able to comfort him when it was the same reason that he was shattered himself.

Instead they didn’t say a word to each other for the rest of the night, merely waited to fall asleep.

*

For the next couple of days Blaine didn’t leave the room. He stayed under the covers not moving, not eating, not doing anything but lying with eyes closed trying to fight off the memories causing that excruciating pain in his chest, making him feel like he was pinned to the bed, every now and then he allowed himself to cry uncontrollably only to sob himself into a troubled sleep filled with different scenery of dark rooms where Blaine would find himself sitting on the floor sobbing into Kurt‘s lifeless corpse.

As he laid there in the dark he even caught himself blaming God.
Blaine knew what Kurt’s point of views were on any kind of religion, and he knew that his father valued religion very strongly - but he had never had any kind of connection to religion himself. Not until Kurt had got really sick.

Here he was, though, swearing and cursing at God, without even knowing if he believed that there was a God.

“How - how could You take him from me? He’s all I ever had. There was so much we still needed to do, to see -” Blaine cried, over and over again, immediately feeling ridiculous, because who was supposed to hear his cries?

“Please, please, please take care of him God. He’s the sweetest angel You could ever have claimed for Yourself. Please, please, please…” was the way he would beg and whimper with folded hands and eyes locked at the gray sky outside the window, or eyes squeezed shot so hard that his tears almost couldn’t escape.

He felt pathetic, and ashamed of himself that he turned to God in such a situation - going against Kurt’s beliefs in order to beg someone unknown to save Kurt.

After a day or two Puck and Finn tried talking to him; tried convincing him that he needed to get out and be around people, but he only responded with nods and grunts, or occasionally single syllable words.

After both Burt and Carol had tried talking to him, sharing their stories on the painful experiences on how it was to lose a spouse and he still refused to talk to anyone they called his mom.

That hadn’t helped either. He had felt himself back to that November night after he had come out to his father - very much like that day she had sat on the edge of his and Kurt’s bed, held his hand and stroked his hair. She had sung him quiet songs and wiped the tears off his cheeks, but he hadn’t talked to her. The closest thing to talking he had gotten was his weak whimpering of “why?”

When she was about to leave she had asked him to come home, but he denied.
“This is my home now,” Blaine had said. She had nodded understanding, kissed his forehead and left the room.

Now it had been four days since the funeral. Funeral - the concept seemed so surreal as the word swam around in Blaine’s foggy brain.
He didn’t get to let the thought fastened itself in his mind though, cause the door was slammed open, making Blaine jump a little from the shock.

“Anderson. Enough is enough.”

Puck crossed the room, and dumped down on the bed next to Blaine, letting his arm around Blaine’s waist, forcing him to face Puck.

“Noah. Please. Just leave me alone. I’m not up for anything today,” Blaine pleaded despairingly.
“So you can speak? I was starting to think someone had stolen your tongue. You haven’t said a word for days. Anyway - I don’t care what you’re up to. I got the car packed, and I am just waiting for you. I talked to Burt and Carol so they know everything.”

Puck grabbed around Blaine’s arm and forced him to sit up in the bed.
When Blaine looked to the floor next to the bed he saw that his own bag was fully packed next to the bed, and before he knew it Puck had grabbed the pillow out of his grip.

“We’re going to New York. We promised Kurt, so we’re doing it. Enough of your bullshit. If he saw you like this he would be crushed, and you know it. Now we’re going out to fulfill his dreams. I packed the most necessary stuff, the rest we’ll figure out on the way.” Puck’s voice was a mix of proud and wistful.

Puck bent down to the bag and grabbed out a pile of clothes and threw it on the bed in front of Blaine.

“Here. Take a shower and meet me at the car in 30 minutes.” Then he left Blaine sitting in the bed looking perplexed at the door he had shot after him.

*

The first thing Blaine noticed when he climbed into the passenger seat of his own car was the little miniature statue of the Eiffel Tower that was hanging from the rearview mirror.
Blaine recognized it immediately. It was the same one that Kurt had given Blaine in Las Vegas.

“You’re up. You actually showered and shaved and now you’re sitting here. Let’s go!” Puck grinned at Blaine before he started the engine and drove out of the driveway.
Blaine forced an awkward smile at Puck, not really feeling ready for smiling yet, but he didn’t want to disappoint his eager friend.

The first hour and a half the atmosphere in the car was tensed. They didn’t talk and they didn’t listen to the radio. Only the sound of rain on the windows and the cars on the road was heard.

They passed a little diner on some small road where they decided to drive in to get some lunch.
Blaine hadn’t eaten for days, and he still wasn’t sure he could. He felt dizzy, and the thought of food made him nauseous, but he still ordered something to eat anyway - if he hadn’t Puck would have killed him. No doubt there.

*

“Puck, I - thank you. For those beautiful words at the - the other day. I wanted to say something - I had written it all out. But I couldn‘t.” Blaine let his fork play around with some fruit on his plate without looking up at Puck. He was ashamed and hated himself for not having been able to do that simple gesture.

“That’s cool. I meant it,” Puck responded with a dark look on his face. The memory was still hurting him too.
“Can I - you know, can I maybe hear it?” Puck hesitated. He was clearly nervous that he was crossing the line, and Blaine would end up closing up again.

“I… I gave it to - him. So he would have it even though I chickened out.” Blaine felt like kicking himself. Why couldn’t he have done that last thing for Kurt? And he couldn’t even bring himself to say his name. It was way too painful.

“But yeah. Sure. I’ve got it completely memorized. I read it over and over again to make sure it was good enough. It’s not really anything though,” Blaine added.
“I’m sure it’s great. You’re so eloquent, with all your words and all that,” Puck assured him.

Then silence fell over the table. They sat looking out the window, and Blaine suddenly became very aware that he was wearing Kurt’s favorite Dalton sweatshirt. It still smelled a little like him - it was almost as if he was there with them and the words just came by themselves, naturally.

“When I met Kurt I was nothing but a boy.
A scared little boy who was afraid to let the world see who he was.
I had transferred from one school to another to run away, and in Dalton I was safe. But I wasn’t me. At that point I didn’t even know who ‘me’ was anymore.
But then Kurt came into my life. Like an angel on those stairs. Just waiting to let me take his hand and become a part of my life.
I was head over heels in love with Kurt from that moment. I just didn’t want to admit it. But I was. And one day - everything just seemed to fall into place.
Kurt taught me that it was okay to be me. Kurt showed me who I am, because he knew me better than I knew myself.
Kurt is - a part of me. A part of who I am. When I lock my fingers with his; I feel whole, complete.
I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, everyone knows that, but it wasn’t until I met Kurt that I started believing in soul mates. Kurt is the other half of my soul, my heart. The day we got married was very possibly the happiest day of my life - only sharing the spot with the day we actually got together.

The last few months have been tough. I have never been so scared in my entire life. But Kurt just - all the way Kurt has held his head high. He is the strongest person I have ever met.
I don’t know how I should ever live without him.

Kurt isn’t just this person in my life.

Kurt is my best friend, my soul mate, my husband - my hero.
He has made my teenage dreams come true.”

Kurt. I will never stop loving you.”

Tears streamed down Puck’s face as he looked at Blaine in admiration. He blinked a few times, his mouth slightly open, clearly trying to grasp a hold of himself enough to utter some sort of response.

“That was - powerful. Beautiful. That was Kurt,” Puck finally got out, and with the last three words he let his hand over the table to close around Blaine’s.

“This. What you have - that’s fucking true love. What all of us have been looking for our whole life. You got it.” Puck sniffed and wiped tears off his cheeks before he squeezed Blaine’s hand one last time and then got up.

“Let’s get out of here and move on. 10 hours is a long drive, man.”

Blaine got out of his seat too and followed Puck to the car. The wind was chilly but refreshing as it crept through the cotton hoodie, making a shiver run through Blaine before he sat down in the warm passenger seat of the car.

“So - when I start this baby in a moment we’re headed out of Ohio. Are you ready for this, Anderson?” Puck asked, a feigned ecstasy to leave the tears from the diner behind.

“Yeah. I am. Just a second though,” Blaine said and reached his hand down his bag. He drew out his wallet where he found an old picture of Kurt he had held in his wallet for god-knows-how-long.

The picture was taken on Kurt’s 20th birthday. Blaine had woken him up early so they had some time to be together before school, and they had spent the time on cuddling up in bed, kissing and being close. In the picture Kurt was wearing one of Blaine’s McKinley High t-shirts, and he had sex hair from the night before. He was grinning broadly after he had fought Blaine to get him to not take a picture, but in the end he had given up. It was in times like these that Blaine found him most beautiful - all relaxed and natural, no worries; just them and Kurt’s smile.

Blaine felt a strong need to kiss the picture, but he didn’t as he thought that even Puck would find that a little too strange.
Instead he fastened the photo in the rearview mirror next to the Eiffel Tower.

“Let’s do this. For Kurt?” Puck said.

“For Kurt.”