The first week went by in the same matter. Kurt's parents and the old Glee club stayed over, only leaving in pairs the first day to get things they needed to sleep over, and Finn and Rachel and Mike and Tina brought their mattresses and brought them to the living room so everyone had a place to sleep.
Carol and Mercedes called around to cancel every appointment concerning the wedding, and Carol started preparing for the funeral. She wasn't happy to do it, but she needed something to do, so she wouldn't succumb to the grief; just like when her husband had died. Back then, she had to take care of Finn too, so it didn't leave her with much spare-time anyways.

All the girls and guys took their turn calling those invited to the wedding, and Burt and Carol called the family. But no matter who was calling, Kurt was always surrounded by at least six of his friends and family.
Kurt was sitting on the middle of the couch in the livingroom, legs drawn up with his knees under his chin, arms wrapped around them.
He knew nothing of what was going on around him. He was just sitting there, seeing nothing, hearing nothing and feeling nothing apart from a great loss. It felt like all his insides were gone and where his heart once was, there was no only a big, black hole, slowly consuming him from the inside.

There was no point in trying to get him to eat, not even drink. He just sat there, looking like a wax-figure, not even tears in his eyes; just loss and emptiness. There were dark circles under his eyes which would never go away; he would be hunted by nightmares in the 364 days and nights to come.

The week went by in much the same manner; Kurt would wake in the night, screaming out in terror and loss and would be held by the various members of the club and his family as he shook with the sobs that were wrecking him.
They had managed to give him some food, but so very little compared to what he should have eaten. They hid the alcohol in the house, just to make sure he wouldn't take to drinking and they hid the painkillers as well.
They briefly thought about giving him sleeping pills, as he only got so very few hours of sleep at night, but quickly decided against it; they would only condemn him to being trapped in hours-long night-terrors that wouldn't end until the pills wore off.

Kurt had never been a drinker; maybe a glass of wine on special occasions, but who knows what would happen if he got desperate. Then again, at least he'd do something if that was the case.
They all feared for him.
His skin was an unhealthy pallor, no longer the soft skin he used to have when he stuck to his moisturizing routine. It made it look like his skin stuck to his skull, like there was nothing between.
The bags under his eyes got deeper and darker each passing day.
During his waking hours, he just sat there.

Towards the end of the week, they all discussed how they would do it from then on; they all had work to go to and not everyone could take more time off from work.
It was easiest for Burt, because he could just leave the garage to his employees, and Carol had a part-time job, and had the two upcoming weeks of.
Rachel could not take time off, because she was slowly but surely making her name at Broadway and Finn had very important football practices which he couldn't get away from.

But even so, they managed to set up a schedule for when they could be there for him.
They made a list with contact information for home and work as well as dates when they could be there and when they might get off work to be there.
The first week would be their test-run, and two days later Burt, Carol, Quinn and Puck were there, whilst the other had left to go home again.

In the beginning they had spoken in hushed tones, but they soon discovered that Kurt could or would not hear them, not even if they mentioned Blaine's name.
But they were still careful as to what they spoke of, just in case.

Day after day, Kurt just sat there, staring into nothingness.
At the end of the week, Quinn and Carole drove to the nearest hospital to talk to a doctor, for they could not get Kurt to come with them.
Both women broke down not long after they had left the house; the strain of trying to keep it together for Kurt's sake becoming too heavy a burden.
Carole pulled over to the side, and they held each other tight whilst Ben Rector's When a Heart Breaks played softly on the radio in the background.

They reached the hospital, and soon talked to a doctor about Kurt.
She said she was unsure of what they could to at the moment, apart from being with him and trying to make sure he got some nutrition in him; no matter what it was, as long as it was in small doses and not too heavy.
If it continued after the funeral, they would have to come back with Kurt.
She also prescribed sleeping-pills for him, so they could have it at hand in case he would need them, just as long as they kept him away from them, so he would not do something unwise.

A friend of Kurt's named Daniel worked at the local funeral office, and he stopped by later that day to see if he could help out.
That actually roused Kurt enough to be able to order a headstone, a coffin and an urn, and to tell the others that he wanted Blaine in a coffin for the ceremony, but that he – it – was to be taken to be cremated afterwards.
He locked himself away again as soon as he'd managed to croak out his wishes; his voice rough from not having been used for anything else that screaming and some mumbling when he was having nightmares for almost a week.

The funeral was to be held three days later, and since Kurt knew Daniel, he would make sure the items were ready on time, and that the headstone would be delivered at his door as soon as it was done.

The day before the funeral, Kurt got out of the house unseen with the small, natural-looking headstone, which he had ordered to look like it belonged in the nature, and would therefor fit perfectly in their clearing.
It was also not too heavy, so Kurt eventually managed to bring it to the clearing, along with a shovel, which he would leave for when he would return with the urn.
He had left a note back at the house, saying he had headed out for a walk, which wasn't exactly a lie.

Reaching the clearing, he decided after looking around to place the stone by the fallen tree, so he would be able to sit there and talk to Blaine whenever he needed.
If he survived the trials and emptiness ahead.