2011, still

Blaine's wearing a suit. His expression is sour. Lillie said he looked handsome, but she left when she saw the look on his face. He sits down, leans against the tombstone, and closes his eyes.

He takes a deep breath.

And starts to cry.

"This- This… Kurt asked me to prom. Since this all happened within a week, I couldn't tell you. But he asked me to prom, and against my better judgement, I said yes. Since you're dead, you can't see me, but I'm wearing a suit. Prom just ended and it was one hell of a ride.

But let's go back to the beginning of the week. You know that Kurt transferred back to McKinley." He hangs his head. He truly is happy for Kurt, but it hurts. "And just like every other school, McKinley has junior prom. He asked me. I was reluctant.

He noticed, so I- Lolo, I told him. Gosh, I told him. Not the details, but I told him about the dance and about the beating and about the transfer and I-" He has to stop himself to calm down. "Why can't I let this go? Why does it always come back to bite me in the ass? Why can't I be happy for longer than a couple of weeks? Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking-"

He looks around, but since it's almost midnight, he's alone.

"In the beginning, it was really bad. We weren't enjoying ourselves at all. It was pretty hard to watch all these straight teenagers dance and kiss. Fuck, we couldn't even hold hands. We were about to leave. Screw prom. Sorry for all the hard work Kurt put in the making of his outfit, but the two of us felt like suffocating. We decided to cheer the Prom King and Queen, and then we'd ditch prom and go watch a movie instead. Kurt's parents weren't home anyway.

But then- But then- fucking hell.

I'm sorry for swearing this much. I told myself not to swear on a gravesite, but fuck. They pulled a prank on Kurt. They crowned him Prom Queen. Since he's gay, he has to be a Queen, not a King. We ran and cried and- it is cruel. It is so cruel. It wasn't physical violence, like what happened to us, but it hurts, Logan, it hurts to know that people will do anything to make you feel less and inadequate, just because you love differently.

Eventually, he got back up. Instead of running, he decided to take the title with pride. I have never been more proud of him. And then- I still can't believe I did this –I asked him to dance with me. In front of everyone. In front of a bunch of homophobes that tried to get us. I was scared shitless, but I did it.

Despite the fact that the night ended on a somewhat happy note, we left after that dance. We just… couldn't.

We danced, remember? It wasn't a slow dance, but we danced. And they hurt us two hours after that. Which lead to you killing yourself. And me sitting here, talking to your tombstone.

I did what I wanted to do with you. I showed the school that I don't give a shit about them. Kurt and I showed them. Then why do I feel so bad? We went to Kurt's place… and he asked me about the dance. I told him I couldn't.

I fled afterwards. I lied and told him I was too tired. Instead of driving to Dalton, I came here. He's been texting me. He's worried. I know I should reply, but I need to clean my head. It's best to do that here." He laughs bitterly. "After all of this, I'm still a coward.

Tomorrow, I will tell him that I was asleep. But who am I kidding. I'm not going to sleep. I know that the moment I close my eyes, I will see what happened after Sadie Hawkins. I'm screwed."