It was another sunny day in the little town of Cayce. Kurt and Blaine are sitting on their front porch, holding hands while in their rocking chairs. Blaine has been trying to make the best of their limited time together. Kurt has been deteriorating rapidly now. His strokes has brought on a severe case of dementia. It's bad enough that Kurt has really bad arthitis from all those years of preforming on Broadway. Blaine's arthritis has flared up recently. His was brought on from playing guitar and piano for many years, although its mostly in his shoulders, elbows, wrists, and hands. It was starting to get hot outside so they decided to head in towards the living room. Blaine helped Kurt up from his rocking chair and brought over his walker. they shuffled inside and made it to their recliners and Kurt turned on the tv. Blaine paid no mind to it, he just wanted to stare at the beautiful man he has loved for so long. He let his mind wander back to when they got married in New York City. It was the happiest day of their lives, to finally be married and to be able to say "that's my husband". This made Blaine smile. Kurt has dozed off at this point, leaving Blaine alone with his thoughts. He gets up and goes over to the "Wall of Shame" as their son, Toronto, would call it. Blaine starts at the far end of the wall, where the picture timeline starts, and looks at the picture of the two of them in their Dalton uniforms. It takes him back to where they first met, on the staircase. That moment where their eyes met, and the spark that ignited in his lonely heart. That moment that changed his life forever. He moved on to the next picture, the one with the two of them in a booth at Breadstix. Mercedes took this picture for them. He remembers that she felt like a third wheel that night and sent her a message when he got home apologizing for that. He moved on to the third picture, Regionals. It was a group shot of all the warblers. Blaine thinks of Kurt singing "Blackbird" and that was the moment where he realized that this was his soulmate, that he wanted to be with Kurt, and be there for him for the rest of his life. He remembers their first kiss. Kurt was working on Pavaratti's casket, he sat down across from him and spilled his heart to Kurt and just went in for the kiss, relieved when he kissed him back. At this point, Blaine had a tear in his eye. He loved this boy so much, it pained him to see him suffer like he is. He continued into the kitchen to get a glass of iced tea and sat down at the table, trying to pull himself back together. He didnt want Kurt to see him upset. He didnt want him to know how much seeing Kurt in the way he is, hurt him. He wanted to be strong for his lover. He had to be strong for him. Blaine finally got up from the table and went back to the pictures on the wall. He stopped at the one where they are at the Lima Bean. He knew Kurt's order by heart, even before they dated. This is also the place where he told Kurt he loved him for the first time, and when Kurt told him that he loved him too. The next picture was the two of them with their adopted son, Toronto. This was another one of Blaine's favorite memories. Going to the airport to meet their son, bringing him home. Watching Tornoto grow up and fall in love. Blaine smiled. He headed back to the living room, where Kurt had awoken.
"Where am I?" Kurt asked confused. His dementia was making an apearance again.
"You're in the living room, love." Blaine said soothingly. Kurt nodded and turned back to the television. Blaine sat down in his chair, grabbing Kurt's hand.
"I love you Kurt Anderson, I love you so much. I want you to know that." Blaine had both hands around Kurt's and holding his gaze.
"I love you too, Blaine Anderson." Kurt said, his dementia episode had passed. Blaine kissed his forehead.
"How about we go in the bedroom and cuddle for a bit?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded in agreement and slowly got up. they hobbled over to the bedroom together and curled up in the bed. Blaine was the big spoon this time. He held Kurt tightly, like someone was going to steal Kurt away from him. They soon fell asleep, still curled up together.
~One Year Later~
Kurt had deteriorated rapidly in the past year. The hospital just sent him home on hospice care. Blaine swore that he would not leave his lover's bedside for as long as Kurt was still alive. Toronto arrived with his wife, Kensi, and their two kids, Kellan and Quinnlynn. Blaine told them that the doctors gave Kurt a week. Toronto pulled his father into an embrace and they both wept. Kensi came up behind her husband and placed a hand on his sholder. The kids were in the spare bedroom playing with a few toys, for they were a bit young to understand what was going on. Blaine gave his son some time alone with his dying dad and went into the room where his grandkids were playing.
"Hey Poppy, why are you so sad?" Quinnlynn asked.
"Well pumpkin, I'm sad because Pap is very very sick and he's not going to get better love." Blaine explained to his granddaughter.
"Does that mean he is going to heaven Poppy?" Kellan asked.
"Yes, Kellan, he will be going to heaven." Blaine was trying to keep it together for his grandkids.
"I bet God needs him for his broadway show!" Quinnlynn said to her Poppy.
Blaine smiled, "Yes Quinny, I think that's what God is going to do when Kurt meets him." Blaine wiped away a tear. He pulled the kids into an embrace and left them to play with their toys.
"Hey son, I think the kids understand whats going on with him. We just had a short conversation. They think that God is going to use him in a broadway show."
Toronto smiled and hugged his dad. "That's good. I wish we could stay longer dad, but we really have to hit the road again. Call me if anything happens and we will be here at a moment's notice." He pulled his dad into a long embrace. Toronto then bent over and kiss his dying father goodbye. Quinnlynn and Kellan came into the room and said their goodbyes to Kurt, along with Kensi. They all got into the car and headed back to Florence. Blaine waved goodbye as they backed out of the driveway.
~One Week Later~
Blaine woke up and went into the living room where Kurt's bed was.
"Good morning Babe." he wispered into Kurt's ear. Kurt's eyes opened and he smiled at Blaine. He reached for his husband's hand and pulled it close to his chest. Kurt's heart was beating weakly, but still beating.
"Blaine, I want you to know that my heart will always belong to you. It has always belonged to you. I love you so much Blaine Anderson, and I will keep saying that until my last breath." Kurt had tears in his eyes, and so did his lover.
"Kurt Hummel Anderson, I promise to be at your side until your last breath. I have loved you my whole life, and I will always love you forevermore. My heart has always belonged to you, and nothing can ever change that. I love you so much. I can't say that enough" Blaine was crying now.
"Can we cuddle, please? I want to cuddle." Kurt wispered.
"Yes, anything for you Love." Blaine climbed into Kurt's bed and was once again, the big spoon to Kurt's little spoon. They held hands as Blaine silently wept.
Blaine soon woke up, only to find that Kurt had passed during their nap together.
"I will always love you Kurt Hummel Anderson. Until we meet again." He kissed his forehead and let a tear fall onto Kurt's peaceful face.
Once Blaine had pulled himself back together enough to make some phone calls, he called his son. The funeral home had already arrived and took Kurt to be cremated. Kurt asked to be cremated. He didnt want to be buried, he said it always bothered him, knowing that bodies are rotting in a box in the ground. Blaine also called everyone from New Directions, Kurt's old glee club. He requested that Rachel sing "Defying Gravity". Blaine knew that Kurt had a whole notebook about how he wanted his funeral service to go. He wanted to be back in Lima where his mom and dad were. He had requested that he take part of his ashes and spread them over their graves. Blaine went online and ordered plane tickets to Ohio for the service.
~6 Days Later, Lima, Ohio~
Everyone was there. Their son and his family, Finn, Rachel, Mercedes, and the rest of the club who is still alive. Rachel sang and said some words about their friendship over the years, Finn talked about how much he loved his step-brother, Mercedes sputtered about how much Kurt had helped her. Blaine sat there, trying to hold it together. Losing his soul mate was too much for him to bare. He made it through the service, spread some ashes over his parent’s grave like Kurt requested, and made it home safely on the flight back to their home.
~9 Months Later~
Blaine was sitting on the front porch in Kurt's rocking chair. His heart still hurt. The house was quiet. There would be no more singing together, no more cuddling, no more kisses, no hands to hold. He was alone and broken. Blaine started singing.
"There's no one in town I know
You gave us some place to go
I never said thank you for that
I thought I might get one more chance

What would you think of me now,
So lucky, so strong, so proud?
Never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

A tear spilled over and slid down his face, followed by a small sniffle

So what would you think of me now
So lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that
Now I'll never have a chance

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in
May angels lead you in

And if you were with me tonight
I'd sing to you just one more time
A song for a heart so big
God couldn't let it live

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

May angels lead you in
Hear you me my friends
On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in

On sleepless roads, the sleepless go
May angels lead you in
Blaine cried. He cried all day. He cried himself to sleep. Blaine was empty. All he had now was the memories of the two of them.
That night Blaine dreamed of Kurt. They were 17 again. He dreamed of all the memories of them together, of everything they did. He woke up crying hysterically and curled up on his side. At that moment, he felt Kurt behind him in the bed with him. He felt Kurt put his arms around him and heard him whispered in his ear, "I still love you. I will always be with you." At that moment, Blaine let out his final breath, for the last piece of his heart finally broke.