Mercedes Jones sat in her car, driving over to Kurt and Blaine’s, where she was meeting with Rachel to help plan the wedding. Her boo was finally allowed to marry the man he loved, the only one he had ever love, and the only one he would ever love. Smiling, she sang along to one of her favorite songs; Bridge Over Troubled Water. Little did she know how fitting that song would be in just a few moments. She rounded the last corner to the street of Kurt’s house, and saw a police car outside. Instantly worried, she turned off the radio, slowing down as she reached Kurt and Blaine’s house. Then she saw Kurt in the doorway; he looked shocked and empty, she could see as much even being twenty meters away from him. Getting out of her car, she called his name as she approached him.
However, she got no reaction. Calling his name again, she started walking faster, fear seeping in as she got a closer look. Still there was no answer from the young man.
She sank down to the ground in front of him, waving a hand in front of those blue, empty, non-seeing eyes.
Then she saw the police-officer who had been sitting in the car approaching, and felt a hand on her shoulder.
”What happened? Why is he like this?”
”Are you a friend of his?”
”He’s been my best friend since High School, and Blaine for almost as long. Why isn’t Blaine here?”
”I’m sorry ma’m, but…”
”He’s gone,” Kurt’s gruff voice said, barely audible.
”GONE? What do you mean boo, gone?” Mercedes refused to believe what she was hearing.
”I mean he’s GONE Mercedes!” Kurt yelled, tears now streaking down his face, sobs wrecking his body.
”He’s.. he’s gone. He promised… He promised me he’d never leave me… And now he’s gone”
”He passed in a car-accident this morning ma’m. It was a hit-and-run. As I explained to Mr. Hummel here, there was nothing the medics could do.”
Mercedes Jones was at a loss of words.

Rachel’s POV

At the same time, Rachel Hudson-Berry came driving from the opposite direction, she too singing along to a favorite of hers; Need You Now. Smiling, she recalled singing this as a duet with Puck in High School, attempting to make Finn jealous. It had worked, he’d told her on a later occasion. Shaking her head with a laugh, she thought about her husband. He loved her enough to go with her when she moved to New York to attend college with Kurt and Blaine. She recalled the moment of pure bliss when they announced gay marriage legal in New York, how the tears streaked down the faces of her fathers, and later on the look of happiness on Kurt and Blaine’s.
Now she was on to their house to help plan their wedding, or rather, she and Mercedes wasn’t exactly needed for the planning, as much as they were there to make sure Kurt wouldn’t go overboard, like he tried to in the wedding of Burt and Carole. Feeding the poor pigeons with glitter… She was glad he was stopped before going through with that idea… In Finn’s and hers wedding, she of course had the upper hand. Meaning that, even though she hated to admit it, she herself had almost gone too overboard, too influenced by Broadway, and luckily Mercedes and Kurt had stopped her from using more money than she should.
And then she rounded the corner. Seeing the police car, Mercedes kneeling down besides Kurt, who was still in the doorway, she was filled with dread. ‘Something awful has happened’, she instantly though. Parking next to the police car, she ran out of her own car, not even bothering closing the door or locking the car.
”Kurt! Mercedes! What happened?!”
Mercedes turned to look at her, and then she saw the emptiness in Kurt’s eyes, the way he shook and the shock and sadness written all over Mercedes’ face. Rachel gasped, holding a hand over her mouth. Now she wasn’t sure she wanted to know anyways.
”Rachel… Blaine, he’s…” Mercedes started, and had to take a deep, shuddering breath before continuing “dead”.
The diva turned back to her best friend, as Rachel sank to the ground, her arms wrapped around herself.

Kurt’s POV

Kurt didn’t hear Mercedes call his name. He didn’t see her hand waving in front of his face. But when he picked out Blaine’s name, he came to, if only just a little; just enough to manage to tell Mercedes that his life was gone. Then the tears fell, and sobs took over his body.
He didn’t feel Mercedes’ arms wrap around him.
Kurt didn’t hear Rachel calling his name, as well as Mercedes’. He picked out Blaine’s name, spoken from the lips of his best friend.
Kurt didn’t notice anything that day. The people hugging him, crying, trying to offer some small measure of love and comfort onto him and each other was just a blur, it didn’t feel real. He was even in that much of a shock that he couldn’t get himself to demand to see his body. In a way, he thought to himself that this wasn’t true, it was all a nightmare. As long as he didn’t see the body, it wasn’t true, it wasn’t real.