Kurt watches from the window in the door. Blaine had asked for some alone time with Lyla, and Kurt had hesitantly given it to him. As he watched Lyla’s face shift from a playful smile to one littered with thought, he felt his stomach flip from his urge to know what Blaine was telling her. He couldn’t handle watching their conversation anymore, so he started to pace the hallway. He missed seeing Blaine sneak Lyla a small box and a letter that she hid in her backpack that was in the corner of the room. A few minutes go by and the door cracks open. Kurt stops in his tracks and looks over to find a smiling Lyla staring up at him. Her long black curls and bright hazel eyes reminded him so much of her father and how after Blaine is gone, Kurt will always have the constant reminder of him when watching her as she grows up.

“Papa said you can come in now.” She giggled as she raced back into the room and hopped on her father’s bed.

Kurt walked toward the room and stopped in the door way. The image he saw was both heart warming and heart shattering. Lyla was curled up into her father, while Blaine’s arms were wrapped around her shoulders hugging her close as he buried his nose in her hair and pressed a kiss to her head. Kurt knew Blaine only had so much time left, and he felt like Lyla was being cheated. Kurt had spent so much time with him, but Lyla had so little. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he wanted to spend as much time as a family as possible.

“Well it’s nice to see I’m loved.” Kurt quipped as he entered the room.

“Ooooo Lyla, daddy seems to be jealous of the secret conversation we just had.” He teased as he sent Kurt an ever charming wink, just like the one on the day they had met.

Lyla laughed.

“Daddy! We love you! Come here.” She pulled herself out of Blaine’s embrace and faced Kurt with open arms.

Kurt couldn’t hold back the smile as he walked toward his daughter and husband. He couldn’t help but feel this would be the last time they would be together as a family, and he was right.

Kurt and Lyla had gone home that night and in the morning he got the call. Blaine had passed in his sleep finally being set free of his pain. Kurt cried, but he held it together to be strong for his daughter.

He went upstairs to find Lyla sitting on her bed still dressed in her pajamas with a small box lying in her lap. She was staring at it quizzically as she lifted the lid to reveal that it was empty.

“What’s that angel?” He asked as he walked into her room and sat down next to her on the bed.

Her face went red as she tried to hide the box behind her back.

“Nothing!” she said franticly.

“Lyla what have Papa and I always told you about lying?” He looked at her with the questioning raise of his eyebrow.

She sighed.

“But Papa told me it was just for me.” She sounded even smaller than she looked.

Kurt’s eyes grew wide. The box was from Blaine? That sneaky bastard.

“Lyla, what else did Papa give you?”

She sighed once more as she walked over to her backpack lying on her tea party table, which Kurt had bought her for her birthday last year.

He watched as she dug through the big pocket and pulled out an envelope. She walked back over to the bed and gave Kurt the envelope. He looked at the front.

To my sweet angel
Love always and forever, Papa

He felt a fresh round of tears at the edge of his eyes. He could feel Lyla’s eyes on him so he held back; he had to be strong for her.

He opened the envelop to reveal two pieces of paper folded into thirds. As he unfolded them he recognized his husband’s hand writing and a small smile found its way onto his face. He took a deep breath and began to read.


To my darling Kurt,

I knew you would go snooping and eventually find this, (He felt a bit of inner triumph as Blaine had been wrong.) either that or our lovely little angel would be like her Papa and you would eventually find her trying to read this in a not so secretive manner (Damn it, why was he always right?). I wanted to leave this for the both of you. I’m sorry I won’t be there to see her grow up, graduate high school and god willing college, or get married to who ever she chooses. I’m sorry I left you to raise her on your own. I’m sorry I’m apologizing so much. It’s just… I’ll always be there Kurt. Maybe not physically, but I promise I’ll be around, I’m hoping not as a ghost so I can be peaceful in the afterlife, but you never know (His goober of a husband would bring up ghosts). I want to apologize for one last thing if I may? I want to say that I’m sorry we won’t have any more Sunday dates, or tv on dvd marathons, or cuddle sessions on rainy days, but most of all I’m sorry I only got to spend 20 years with you when I promised you forever. I know you want to be strong for Lyla, but honey you have to give yourself time to cry and heal. I miss you already and I will be waiting for you to join me where ever I might be, but until then live your life. Live it for you and for her. I’ll always love you Kurt, and it’s not goodbye darling, it’s only see you later. I could never say goodbye to you. You are the love of my life.

Love always and forever,

Blaine Hummel-Anderson

P.S. The other letter is for Lyla. I hope it brings back a memory of your senior year… one with a small box.

Kurt didn’t realize when the tears had started falling, but he didn’t care. His husband was the biggest goober and will forever be the only man he will ever love. He folded his letter up and stuck it in his pocket. He wiped his eyes before turning to look at Lyla. She was staring at him with a face full of concern; one that very much so screamed Blaine. He gave her a small smile as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side.

“Angel, Papa wrote you something that he wants me to read to you.” His voice was shaking as he opened up her letter and began to read.

Hi Angel!

I want you to know that I love you with all my heart and that you have to be good for daddy. Please be on your best behavior and know that he will always be there for you and I will be watching over you. Now angel, you asked me why I needed to see a doctor so Papa is going to tell you.

You were sorry, and surprised, and puzzled, to hear what a queer illness I have had ever since you were little. I sent for the doctor, and said, "Give me some medicine. for I'm tired." He said, "Nonsense and stuff! You don't want medicine: go to bed!"

I said, "No; it isn't the sort of tiredness that wants bed. I'm tired in the face." He looked a little grave, and said, "Oh, it's your nose that's tired: a person often talks too much when he thinks he knows a great deal." I said, "No, it isn't the nose. Perhaps it's the hair." Then he looked rather grave, and said, "Now I understand: you've been playing too many hairs on the pianoforte."

"No, indeed I haven't!" I said, "and it isn't exactly the hair: it's more about the nose and chin." Then he looked a good deal graver, and said, "Have you been walking much on your chin lately?" I said, "No." "Well!" he said, "it puzzles me very much.

Do you think it's in the lips?" "Of course!" I said. "That's exactly what it is!"

Then he looked very grave indeed, and said, "I think you must have been giving too many kisses." "Well," I said, "I did give one kiss to a baby child, a little angel of mine."

"Think again," he said; "are you sure it was only one?" I thought again, and said, "Perhaps it was eleven times." Then the doctor said, "You must not give her any more till your lips are quite rested again." "But what am I to do?" I said, "because you see, I owe her a lifetime more." Then he looked so grave that tears ran down his cheeks, and he said, "You may send them to her in a box."

Then I remembered a little box I found that I once used for a Christmas present and thought I would someday give it to a little girl. So I have packed them all in it very carefully. Tell me if they come safe or if any are lost on the way.

The little box that I gave you angel, holds all the kisses Papa would give you if he were there. Keep it in a safe place and never lose it. I love you angel, and don’t you ever forget it.

Be good.

Love always and forever.

Papa.

As Kurt finished the letter he looked down at her. Her eyes were shinning with tears as she stared down at he box in her lap. He pulled her in tighter, but she didn’t look up. He looked away as she started to shake, her body racking with sobs. Kurt’s mind started to drift, but he was brought back by a soft whisper. He looked back at her and saw her tears had stopped.

“I love you Papa.” She said softly as she brought the box up to her lips and gave it a kiss.

He lost it then, letting all the tears fall as he picked his daughter up and hugged her to his chest.

“I’m so sorry angel.”