Blaine sucked in a breath and stood up.  Speech in hand, he walked up to the podium in the front of the church. It was silent except for the occasional sniffle or cry that couldn't be muffled.  When he reached the podium, he lay down his papers and looked out into the crowd.  Suddenly, he didn't feel like the words on the paper would do justice.  He needed to find a different way to express himself.... Needed to sing.

Taking a deep breath, he addressed the people in front of him. "First I want to thank you all for coming today. It means a lot to me, and I know..." his voice caught on a sob. "I know Kurt would want you all here." Taking a deep breath to steady himself he continued on. "I had a speech prepared for today, but when I got up here; I knew it wouldn't do him justice. I knew I wouldn't do him justice." Looking out into the crowd, he caught the eye of several of his friends. Mercedes, Quinn, Rachel, and Finn gave him teary smiles of encouragement. "So I've decided to sing. I hope none of you will be offended, I just... I..." Words failed him.

                Turning, Blaine walked over to the piano, sat down, and began to play. The melody flowed smoothly as he took in a breath and began to sing.

I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this

The fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing Hallelujah.

As Blaine sang, his mind wandered back to when the moment they first met.  Kurt had been spying in that wonderful black blazer. 

.....          ‘Excuse me, um, Hi. Can I ask you a question? I'm new here.' said a high voice from behind.  Blaine turned around and caught his breath. He was beautiful. SAY SOMETHING.

                ‘My name's Blaine,' he said extending his hand.

                ‘Kurt,' God he's beautiful. ‘Ah, so what exactly is going on?'

                He didn't know... ‘The Warblers, every now and then they throw and impromptu performance in the senior commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while....' Damn it Blaine... Don't act so cocky.

                ‘So... Wait. The glee club here is cool? Kurt sounded surprised.

                ‘The Warblers are like rock stars!' he said, smiling a little when Kurt looked shocked. ‘Come on, I know a shortcut,' grabbing his hand, he turned down the hall...

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Blaine will never forget the look on Kurt's face while he sang Teenage Dream. Or the feeling inside his chest as he sang. He always felt good when he sang, but at that moment... he felt something more. Like he would never get tired of seeing that expression on Kurt's face even though they were practically strangers.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Again, Blaine felt his mind wandering. This time to after that Valentine's Day, after his not-so-successful attempt at wooing Jeremiah. 

                You were only waiting for this moment to arise...        

                As Kurt sang, Blaine stared at the boy, no, man. Something changed within him. He realized that his feelings were deep, so deep. They couldn't, wouldn't be held back anymore.  He sought out the boy afterwards and had found him decorating a small casket. Smiling he told Kurt to finish up because he had found the perfect song for them to sing together. When Kurt had asked why Blaine had chosen him, he had taken a deep breath. Now or never.

                "Kurt, there is a moment," he began, voice shaking. "When you say to yourself, ‘Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.'" Taking a deep breath, he grabbed Kurt's hand that was lying on the table. "Watching you do Blackbird this week, that was the moment for me.  About you.  I-Y-you move me, Kurt.  And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."

                Blaine looked at Kurt's face, suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to reach over and kiss the other boy. So he did. It had been perfect, and wonderful. He felt like shouting into the sky went he felt the older boy responding.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Their relationship had grown even stronger. Through thick and thin. He was there when his class jokingly voted him Prom Queen, there for him to dance with.

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Months later they finally took one of those last steps.  They were finally together in the most intimate way. It had been so sweet. Afterwards they lay together, just looking into each other's eyes.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

The tears he'd been trying to hold now feel freely onto his moving hands.

There was a time when you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you

The holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Blaine watched as a tear fell from his cheek and landed on the silver band decorating his left hand. His mind traveling back to another set of memories.

                "Oh!"  Kurt gasped as Blaine went down on one knee.

                "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, from the moment I met you on that staircase, I knew you were special. The way you stood up for yourself, declared your opinions, others be damned.   From that moment you captivated me. I may not have known it then, but I started loving you the moment we met.  And I never will stop loving you. I love you, Kurt. There is no one else on this earth that I want to spend my life with. I want you by my side for every moment from here on. Through thick and thin, the good and the bad." With a shaky breath, Blaine drew out a small case from his pocket.  Opening it, he held it up for Kurt to see. "Will you marry me?"

                Kurt stared, tears in his eyes. "Yes, yes, oh god yes!" He tugged Blaine off his knee and kissed him, the tears from both men running together.

Maybe there's a God above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

It's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who has seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

                Blaine remembered Kurt's face when they had walked into the adoption agency to get their child. As Kurt had held out his arms to receive the baby girl, Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculously happy expression on his face. Looking over his husbands shoulder, he had peered at the infants sleeping face. She was beautiful. With happy tears in his eyes, he had glanced up at the nurse to ask, "What's her name?"

                With a smile, she responded, "Maria."

                "Maria," Kurt cooed. "It's beautiful."

                "She certainly is," said Blaine.

You say I took the name in vain

I don't even know the name

But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?

There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah

                Blaine gripped his husbands' hand, watching, waiting for his chest to rise. But it didn't.   Tears streamed down his face.  Hands touched his shoulders, comforting, trying to tear him away. Didn't they understand? He didn't want to leave. Kurt was dead. Dead! He was alone. He gripped the cold hand tighter, trying to force, something, ANYTHING, out of it.  This couldn't be happening. 

                "Dad. Dad. DAD!" a female voice broke through his haze. Maria. With a sob, he let go and flung himself into her arms. Blaine allowed her to hold him as he watched the nurse roll Kurt away.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Blaine couldn't do it anymore. The music stopped with a loud CLANG, as he cried. Looking up at the sound of approaching footsteps, he looked up into Nick's tear stained face. "He's g-gone, Nick. I-I-I"

"Shhh... it's ok," Grabbing his friends shoulder, Nick drew him into a hug. Pulling Blaine up, he shut the piano, and led him back to his seat.

He sat through the rest of the funeral in a numb haze. Barely registering when they left for the cemetery.  Blaine stood, staring blankly at the casket as they lowered it into the ground. Didn't respond, when the others left with consoling touches, and sad looks.  He didn't know how long he stood there, looking at the freshly turned plot of dirt.

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

                Reaching into his pocket, Blaine drew out a single rose.  Sniffing, he laid it on his husband's grave. Kurt was gone, but life had to go on. Blaine still had little Jake to take care of.  Singing softly to himself, Blaine wiped his tears and walked to where his car was parked.

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah