"You are…you're everything. You're kind of my sunshine. I don't – I don't know why I'm saying this now of all times, but…you are. The way you smile…the way you laugh, it's like light, a really pretty light all the time. Because your smile lights up your eyes. I don't think I've ever told you that your smile is my favorite thing about you, Blaine. It makes my heart do crazy things in my chest. It isn't healthy, honestly. But it's true. Your eyes…god, your eyes. They remind me of those butterscotch candies my grandmother always had in a dish on her coffee table. Your eyes are the prettiest color…oh, ha, and the way your nose crinkles. I like that too. When you scrunch it up, you just look so adorable. It makes me want to kiss you," Kurt says with a hushed little laugh before his face turns deadly serious again.

"You saved me. I hope you know that. I've never said it in so many words but…that's what you did. My life was…my life was really bleak. And my outlook on life was even bleaker. I was so…I'd given up hope on ever finding anyone that could actually like me for me. I was coming to terms with going it alone but you…god. Why are you so damn perfect? I fell so quick, so easily, so freaking hard for you. But the most astounding part is the fact that you love me back. I can't believe you love me back. It's hard to watch you look at me sometimes because there's just so much…so much in your eyes. And it's been there since we were seventeen. We're twenty-three now. We've aged so much and you – you still look at me like that. How can you still look at me like that?"

Kurt wipes quickly at a stray tear that trickles down his cheek.

"You gave me life, Blaine. You gave me hope. And hope…hope is such a big thing. It's bright and bold and maybe kind of – kind of warm. I wish there was something I could give you back. But I don't think there's anything I can give you that would ever measure up."

He smiles sadly.

"I love you. I love you more than – more than coffee and more than those fresh flowers you always keep in that vase on our dining room table. I love you more than all the stars in the sky and more than all the stars we can't even see from here. I even love you when your toes are really cold against my leg when I wake up in the morning. I love you when we're fighting about what to watch on TV and when we're just sitting together, not even talking or anything, just – just sitting. I love you when you're kissing me breathless. I love you when you're being a five year old and begging me for those chocolate covered sunflower seeds at that little shop we always go to. I love you when you – when you're sleeping. I love you when you sing in the car to pretty much every song. I love you when…when you're loving me," Kurt finishes with simplicity.

He kneels down, pressing a kiss to the cold, solid headstone. He traces the name 'Blaine Anderson' etched into the marble front.

"I'll wish every single day…I'll always wish that you hadn't been on that bus. I'll always wish that it hadn't…hadn't been hit like that."

Kurt stands, dropping a single red rose on the mound of freshly poured earth in front of the headstone.

"And I'll always love you. Especially your – your smile. And the way it gave me hope. I'll always love you, Blaine," he whispers.

He turns and walks away from the grave, his feet heavy, his heart shattered, and his soul shredded beyond repair.

End.