Kurt’s eyes squinted through his tears, his slouched body now slightly lifted, but still feeling as if there was a large weight on him, he coughed slightly, his voice rough from the screaming he had been doing the previous night. He moved his bruised and bandaged hand from its spot, regretting the harsh punch to the wall he had done, and lifted himself from his place on the couch, wincing at the sharp pain.

He glanced at a small CD case in the corner of the brightly coloured room, moving slowly towards it, he took it cautiously into his hands, opening to see its contents. A simple CD with the words ‘Please listen to this’ in a familiar handwriting lay in the case.

He moved swiftly towards the CD player, frowning at the picture that sat next to it. He placed the CD into the player, and listened.

‘Hello Kurt,” he smiled at the sound of Blaine’s voice, basking in the sound of it, “I’m sure you’re curious as to why I have recorded my voice onto a CD, there’s reasoning behind this. I love you. If my sister has done right by me, you should be listening to this after my death.” He let out a sob as he realised what the CD contained, letting it continue.

“I will always love you, and you have to understand that you need to move on, we knew I was going to die a long time ago, I need you to move on. I don’t want to watch you be unhappy, it’d hurt me too much, wow that sounds selfish, but you know what I mean. You’ll always be my number one, and I hope I’ll always be yours. I’m going to miss waking up next to you, at least I think I am, I’m not sure where I’ll be now, but I’ll miss your presence. I’ll miss you straightening my tie or bow tie for performances and publicity, I’ll miss you smacking my butt in the kitchen when I steal a bite of the food you’re cooking. I’ll miss kissing you, your lips taste like candy to me, that and non fat grande mocha, I still remember your coffee order after all these years.”

Kurt paused the recording to recompose himself, he’d been sobbing quietly for a few minutes. After calming himself down he pressed play, bracing himself for the rest of the recording.

“I still remember the day we met; you were such a terrible spy, like David said it was endearing. I loved how you just disappeared for a few minutes then returned in a very stylish outfit. I love your sense of style, it’s exciting, sure it was a pain to rip the items of clothing off you, but it was worth it to see your ass in some of those jeans. I love your hair, especially when you let me wash it; I always loved it when you let me because it’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.

“I could go on forever about how amazing you are, but instead I need you to do something for me. Reach behind the CD player.” Kurt did as his old lover told him, pulling a small box from behind the player. He gasped once he opened it, “I had planned on giving you it, but then the cancer developed, but I want you to wear it wherever you go, it’s my wish.” A diamond ring sat in the centre of the box, Kurt immediately put it on his ring finger, smiling at the ring. “I wanted to marry you, Kurt, and I regret never asking you because it didn’t seem fair, whereas I know you wanted to marry me. I love you, baby, and I know you’re going to be a star on Broadway and that you are going to do me proud. I’ll always be with you. Maybe I’ll meet you Mom here. That would make me happy. I can tell her how proud I am of you. I love you with all my heart, smile for me.” The recording stopped, leaving Kurt in silence, he dragged himself to his and Blaine’s room, rubbing his wet cheeks, attempting to rid himself of tears. Once laid on the bed, he noticed a small piece of paper; he pulled it from underneath Blaine’s pillow.

Written on it was, ‘I know you always liked my little movie gestures so here you are. P.S I Love You.’