Blaine pulled up outside of the Hummel household, just under ten minutes early. Driving his navy blue family car, and dressed up in a grey button up shirt and skinny black jeans, he began to walk towards Kurts house. Walking up the light brown coloured stone path, he reached for his phone, texting Kurt to tell him that he had arrived. Almost on cue, the red, wooden door flew open, revealing a unsurprisingly beautiful Kurt Hummel. Smiling dreamily, Blaine pulled him forwards and planted a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Today was their anniversary of the day they had first met. Hopefully, the first of many. Holding his soft hand in his own, Blaine began to walk Kurt down the road to the nearby restaraunt. It was honestly not that far away, but a quater of the way there, Kurt slowed. "Kurt...? You okay?" Blaine turned towards his boyfriend and then noticed the tall figure behind him. Kurts eyes where wide, almost willing Blaine to be quiet. Tightening his grip  on Kurts hand, he opened his mouth. "...Excuse me? Could we umm... Help you?" Kurts eyes snapped shut quickly, urging back tears of anger and sadness. Blaine was stupid.... Blaine was oblivious to who was behind Kurt... Shaking his head, the tall figure stepped forwards, now he was almost touching Kurt. The funny thing was, that Kurt wasn't even trying to move away from him. "Kurt...Come on." Blaine whispered pulling on his hand slightly. Unfortunately, Kurt was all too aware of who the hooded man was. Karofsky was his name. Tall, broad, strong, always kept his word... One of his words being that if Kurt told anybody about how he had kissed him, he was gone. Dead. Either way, Kurt was going to die. "Kurt!" He said, firmer, pulling him forward. That was when the piercing scream came from the mouth of 'the porceline boy'. Blaines own eyes widened as he saw the tip of the reflective metal from a kitchen knife, show through the area on Kurts chest where his heart lives. His huge heart. His sensitive heart. His loving heart. His beatingless heart. As the body dropped to the floor, Karofsky fled, ran. The coward in the situation all over again. "Kurt!?" Blaine continued to shout, holding his face in his hands. "KURT!?"
Blaine sat. All he could do was sit. Sit in the waiting room and wait for news. The last half hour had been a blur to the teen. He remembered the ambulance... The rush in... Being rejected to follow Kurt all of the way.... The reason they HAD to be here... Head full of thoughts, he hadn't heard the doctor approach him. "Hello? Mr.... Anderson?" Suddenly, Blaines head snapped up and he nodded viciously. "Yes! Kurt Hummel! I mean.... I'm here visiting Kurt Hummel... Is he okay!?" Blaine shouted almost, concern boiling over the edge. Shooting a pained look around the room, the doctor guided Blaine to a seperate room. "Blaine... Kurt... He has lost a lot of blood. Punctured heart and lungs from there the blade had hit. He has multiple brakes in his ribs. He isn't going to make it." The moment the words left his mouth, It was like all the liquid in Blaines body rushed to his tear glands. Soon, to be on the floor. It was like he could feeol his heart tearing into multiple pieces. He isn't going to make it.... He isn't going to make it.... Them 6 words alone punctured Blaines own heart, leaving him breathless almost. His world.... His Kurt... His WHOLE life.... Snatched from beneath him. But right now, one thought conquered all. "C-Can I see him? I mean... " Blaine wasn't even sure what he meant, his voice almost unaudible. Nodding sadly, the Doctor, whos name was yet to be discovered, led him to the room next door. Laying lifelessly on the bed, was the man that Blaine had devoted his whole life to. Face paler than usual and hair messed up.... This was no way that Kurt Hummel should have to die... Sitting on the chair besides the bed, he run his fingers through his hair, leaving it slightly neater than before. No smiles where shared. No way of him to respond, Blaine though simply, noting the life suport machine that was hooked up to him. Burt was sat in the room... In a chair in the corner, watching his son with dead eyes. His only son. His dying son. Watching his only son dying. This set a whole new bunch of tears to form in Blaines eyes. How could he be sat here feeling sorry for himself when a man who had already lost so much was now loosing all he had left. The re-appearance of the doctor, startled him slightly. They wanted to switch off his life support.... Let all that was left leave him. Turn off his loving heart for good. After a minute or two of thinking, Burt desided that letting him rest in peace would be the best.... 
Burt cradled his head and held one of his hands, as Blaine gripped onto the other and stroked his cheek. Now was his time to stay strong.... For Burt and Kurt.... Leaning his head forward so that his mouth was leval with Kurts ear, he whispered the words that he meant the most. "I will never forget you, Kurt.... I love you." As he planted a long kiss on his forehead, the plug was pulled, and Kurt was gone....

Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?
Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby
I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry
Ohhhh
At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away
And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby