Kurt had never had a dog before.  Something about them freaked him out.  He didn’t know if it was because they always refused to wear his bedazzled sweaters he made for them, or if it was because they were such a mess.  But he imagined, if he did have a dog, they would act as Blaine was at that moment.

He was practically bouncing off the walls, yelling ‘Kurt’ at every moment to pull him in ten different directions.  Kurt lost him at one point, but found him in the kids sections breezing through a Calvin and Hobbes book.  Kurt laughed to himself, glad no one else was around to see the pages move on their own accord. 

“You like comics?” Blaine smiled a dazzling smile and shrugged.  They set up on some couches in the corner, Blaine reading Pride and Prejudice, Kurt reading Patti Lupone’s new autobiography.  It was as if time had stopped for the two of them.  Kurt listened to Blaine’s even breathing, thinking about how lovely it would be to take his breath away with an amazing outfit.  But the sad truth was Blaine’s breath had already been taken away by death.

Every once in a while Kurt would peek up at Blaine and notice him gasping in awe at a part or shaking his head in disbelief.  He also could have sworn he saw a tear fall.

“Kurt?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble, should we head back now?”

Kurt sighed.  Blaine was right, his dad would be checking on him tonight.  An overnight in New York can wait, he has all summer to explore and grow as a person in the place he was meant to be.

New York  just felt right for some reason.  Like all the puzzle pieces were finally coming together.  Especially with Blaine there with him.  It was as if he were the missing puzzle piece of his life. 

They left the books in a little corner so Blaine would be able to pop back whenever he wanted to read and made their way back.  The bus ride was quiet.  Kurt wanted to talk to Blaine so badly, but talking to himself usually didn’t go over well.  He wasn’t sure New York was any more accepting of that.  Maybe the gay thing, but not the crazy thing.

“I had such an amazing day today, Kurt.  And I know you can’t say anything back to me because we’re on a bus, but I just want you to know how much your friendship means to me.  I know we just met, and this will probably sound totally crazy, but I feel like we were meant to find each other, you know?”

Kurt wasn’t really sure how to take that.  It sounded like Blaine was admitting he had feelings for him, but he was usually wrong about this kind of stuff, so it would probably be best not to guess. 

But then Kurt felt his hand being lifted off his lap and flipped over palm up.  Blaine slipped his fingers in with his and smiled shyly at him.  Then Kurt knew.  It was real.  Blaine was clearly gay, and interested.

Blaine was also very much dead.