Kurt woke up nestled in Blaine's side. He had an arm thrown around his waist, and Blaine was still stroking his hair.

"Good morning." Blaine said, a soft smile lighting up his face. Kurt smiled back and snuggled closer to Blaine. He didn't want to move ever again. It didn't matter that he probably looked like a mess, this moment was better than anything he could have imagined.

"How did you sleep?"

"Better once you came." Blaine chuckled, his breath ghosting on Kurt's forehead.

"Where's Amber?"

"In her parents room. They're packing and she's watching. Last night was hard for her of course, but she seemed okay considering."

"Oh good. I'm hoping that if Nolan gets caught she will be able to move on." Kurt said sighing.

"Hopefully." Blaine agreed. They laid in comfortable silence for a couple minutes.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"You told Amber that you were murdered."

"I did." Blaine said matter-of-factually.

"Umm... what happened? I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want, but you know, if you do, I"m listening."

"I don't mind, Kurt."

Blaine sat in the living room with his parents, Alana's parents, and Alana. The wedding would be in one week's time. Alana and Blaine were on the love seat listening to the arrangements.

"Blaine will be staying here working on the business as planned." His father said sternly.

"Of course. Alana has been trained in math and more to help out with finances and running the boarding house."

Blaine held back his tears as he watched his fate being created in front of him, knowing that there was no way he could ever be with the person he was truly meant to actually be with.

Alana had taken his hand, smiling at him with her stupidly perfect white smile. Her breasts were accented by her corset, grossing Blaine out. How was he supposed to fake for the rest of his life that he was attracted to her?

Later that day while he was in the stables he heard a familiar voice calling him. Henry was walking towards him a determined expression on his face highlighting his perfect features.

"I've got two horses, enough supplies for two months. We can make it to California and be free to be together for the rest of our lives. What do you say?" Henry had gotten down on one knee and pulled out a silver ring holding up to Blaine.

All the things he had wanted to say ran away from him as he considered everything. He didn't want to let his parents down. But this was his life. They couldn't stop him from loving who he wanted.

"Yes." Henry jumped up in joy and crashed his lips into Blaine's with so much energy Blaine was pushed against a pole. Their kiss intensified with the proposal and the idea of being together forever.

"I see Alana was telling the truth." Blaine jumped away from Henry as if he were hot coal. His father, Alana, and a big guy were blocking the only entrance to the stables.

"It's not what you think." Blaine tried to say, but his father cut him off.

"It's exactly what I think. I heard the whole exchange. You were going to run away from everything I had built for you. Everything that I wanted you to become. Alana. She's a beautiful girl who deserves a great man, but you don't care about that do you? You're a selfish, undeserving son. You're either going to get your ass inside that house and never see this whore again, or I will shoot you myself."

Blaine stood horrified. He was given no choice. He looked at Henry with a pained expression, before walking towards his father, passing him with his chin down. His father grabbed his arm and gave him a threatening glare before pushing him outside. The guy with them turned and shut the door behind him.

Blaine realized all too late that Henry was now by himself in the stable with the door shut. He grabbed at the door and tried to pull it open to find it locked from the inside. He heard Henry shout and cried out himself. It wasn't until he heard a gunshot that he screamed bloody horror and began banging himself against the door.

The door slid open to reveal his father and Alana.

"Where's Henry?" Blaine demanded, pushing past them with such force they couldn't stop him. He saw the man covering Henry's body with a blanket. He charged at him with such anger his vision was red. He didn't even realize he was crying out Henry's name over and over again.

"Get off of him." Blaine shoved the man only to pull the blanket down to see Henry's head shot, his blood everywhere. He sobbed and fell into Henry's chest. Rage shot through him when the man grabbed his shoulder. He turned around and punched the man in the face with such force he stumbled back. He attacked.

Blaine didn't realize that the man still had a gun until he heard the shot ring out. He was on top of the man punching over and over again when he felt the pain. His father and Alana were screaming as his hearing faded in and out. The man pushed him off and he fell over in shock. He looked down to see blood gushing from him.

"Henry." Blaine whispered as he fell over and died.

"Oh Blaine. I'm so sorry." Kurt said, his eyes filled with tears.

"It's fine Kurt. I've had many years to come to terms with it." Blaine was shrugging, but Kurt could hear in his voice the emotion.

"Did you get to see Henry in the after life?" Kurt asked, almost afraid to ask the question, but curiosity winning.

"No. He moved on. He wasn't stuck the way I was. Am."

"And you don't know why you're still here?"

"No. I don't. I watched my family live their lives after my death. My mother committed suicide a few years later. My father lived a long time after her death a miserable mean old man. My brother moved far away and tried to forget. And that was that."

Kurt sniffled his arms tightening around Blaine's chest.

"Kurt, I'm alright. There's no need to be upset. I'm here with you know. That's what matters to me."

"But it's so sad. You and Henry never got to live your happily ever after."

"No we didn't. But you can't change the past."

Kurt nodded sadly not wanting to move. He understood that what happened to Blaine was sad, but there was nothing he could do to make it better. It was exactly what it was. A sad old story from the past.

"Did you want to get up and go to breakfast with your family?" Blaine asked.

"Maybe in a little bit. Can we just lay here for a little while longer?"

"We can lay here for as long as you want."