Well. This is it.

Warnings: Character Death

I do suggest you read it though. It's heartwrenching, yes, but it does provide a nice alternative for the ending.

To be placed after chapter 18.

Blaine felt the tears prickling in his eyes. He brought his hand up to wipe them out, letting out a choked sob as he did so.

And in that moment, there was a huge flash of light and the blaring of a horn.

Glass shattered and tires screeched.

The sound of metal cutting through metal pierced through the air.

Someone was yelling, maybe even talking to him, but he couldn't register anything.

And everything went black.

Blaine woke up to find himself laying on the side of the road. He lifted his head up and groaned as he started taking in his surroundings.

There were at least three police cars, along with a fire truck and an ambulance. He looked around and cringed as he saw the car, the front of it completely caved in, the windshield shattered. It appeared that they had to cut the door to get the driver out.

He saw a small group of paramedics surrounding somebody on a gurney, along with another of two people huddled nearby.

He couldn't place their names at the moment, but they looked familiar.

Blaine looked on at the scene in confusion, wondering how he'd gotten all the way on the other side of the road.

Hadn't he been driving to the Hummel's? So how did he end up –

Oh. That was Blaine's car.

Blaine's eyes widened, everything coming back to him. The bright lights in his eyes, the force of the semi as it crushed the front of his car, the feeling of his head slamming against the steering wheel.

Blaine tentatively lifted his hand up to his head, feeling around for any bumps or cuts.

He felt nothing except his gelled hair.

He ran over to the circle of paramedics, trying to see who they were surrounding while wondering how they even allowed him to get that close when it was obvious they didn't want overseers. At least that's what Blaine assumed from the two people hovering by the nearest police car.

"C'mon, kid," one of the paramedics was saying. "C'mon."

"Let's get him to the hospital," another said instantly. "Keep shocking him on the way."

They moved, the little circle surrounding the body dispersing as they shuffled around, grabbing things that had been scattered or prepping the person on the gurney.

But once Blaine saw the person's face, he froze.

Because it was him.

He felt his breathing stutter as he looked at his own face. He had a big gash on his head, dried blood covering his whole face. His shirt was ripped open as one of the paramedics continued to shock him.

That meant that Blaine wasn't breathing. That they were trying to resuscitate him.

And the fact that he could see all this, clearly not in his body told him something else.

That he was dead.

Blaine didn't know how he was supposed to feel about this. And why the hell wasn't he in the afterworld or wherever it was he was supposed to go? Why was he still around?

It was agony, watching the paramedic trying to revitalize his lifeless body.

Blaine glanced around, not wanting to watch the scene even more. His eyes shifted over to the two huddled people.

He walked over to them, only getting close enough so that he could recognize their faces.

And he froze.

Carole was clutching Finn for support, her face anxious as she watched the paramedics that were currently working on Blaine.

Or what used to be Blaine.

They didn't know yet, Blaine thought, watching as Finn rubbed his mother's shoulders reassuringly, saying things like 'I'm sure he's fine' and 'It'll be okay.'

If only Finn knew.

"Highest voltage failed," the paramedic yelled. "Hurry!"

There was a bustle of paramedics as they lifted Blaine's body – which they thought still stood a chance – into the ambulance. One of them came over to Carole and explained the situation to her, his eyes filled with sympathy.

Carole told him they'd meet him at the hospital, and the paramedic nodded before trotting off back towards the ambulance. Blaine followed him, not wanting to see Carole's broken expression anymore. He hopped in the ambulance and sat down on the ground. He really didn't want to know what would happen if someone were to sit on him.

They continued to work on Blaine's body for the whole ride, shocking him and giving him CPR. They either thought he was still breathing or that they could possibly bring him back.

But Blaine knew it was hopeless. He knew that he was a hopeless cause.

He followed as they quickly rolled him into the ER, watching as they fumbled over his body, attaching tubes and wires to his arms and setting up the monitors.

He almost expected the monitor to beep steadily, proving every theory in his head wrong.

But the flat line that came wasn't unexpected. The doctors and nurses all paused and put their heads down for a moment, just looking at Blaine's body in sympathy.

"We did everything we could," one of them said.

He saw one of the nurses sit down – the nurse who he'd talked to about Clarke.

"His boyfriend's dying of kidney failure," she said softly, all of the other heads turning to her. "I'm pretty sure he was the only thing that kept that boy going."

And oh god.

Kurt.

That thought hadn't even occurred to Blaine.

Different scenarios swarmed his head about how Kurt would be told the information, how he would take it.

"I'll go tell them," the same nurse whispered a moment later.

It took Blaine a few minutes to realize what she meant, but then he got it. She was going to tell Carole and Burt and Finn what had happened. That he was dead.

He followed her out of the room, cringing as he saw Burt pounce up at the sight of her.

"How is he?" He demanded immediately. "Is he alright?"

Blaine wanted to cry for him. He wanted to tell Burt to just leave now and pretend that he never existed, that he didn't know who Blaine was.

The nurse ducked her head a little and looked at the floor. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hummel," she whispered. "We did everything we could."

"No," he whispered, his voice quiet and torn.

Blaine wasn't expecting that. He was expecting Burt to be furious with anger.

Not…upset.

"No," he said again before wobbling back to the chairs where Carole was sobbing into her hands. "No."

Blaine looked over at Finn, who as sitting ramrod straight, his face a blank slate.

"Blaine's –" He paused and looked over at his parents. "He's dead?"

His voice was so quiet, so scared and fragile. It practically broke Blaine.

"I'm sorry," the nurse said again. "You can see him, if you'd like."

Burt stood up instantly, Carole trailing along after him. She turned and looked over her shoulder at Finn. "You coming?" She said softly, the tears still pouring out of her eyes."

Finn shook his head and looked down at his shoes. "No," he whispered, his voice broken. "I'll – I'll just stay here."

Carole nodded and squeezed his shoulder once before following Burt.

Blaine stayed behind, watching Finn carefully. His shoulders were quivering as he dropped his head into his hands, taking a shaky breath before letting out a heavy, loud sob.

Blaine froze, his eyes glued on the boy.

Finn was always so put together. He was tough and strong, and he certainly never showed emotion like this.

"God, Blaine," he sobbed into his hands. He shook his head once and wiped the tears out of his eyes. "Why was life always so fucking unfair to you?"

Blaine cringed at the swear word, not because it was said but because it was Finn who said it.

He couldn't handle it anymore. He ran in the direction of his – or his body's – room.

But this sight was worse than the one he'd just left.

Carole was kneeling on the bed beside Blaine, her hand gripping his – which he knew must be freezing. Her head was resting on the mattress beside his body, her other hand rubbing stoking his blood crusted curls.

She let out a choked sob but didn't lift her head or stop the movement of her hand.

Blaine chanced a look at Burt then.

He definitely shouldn't have.

Burt was sitting in a chair, his eyes red and his face pale. He kept shaking his head and saying something along the lines of 'No,' and 'Not you too."

And that's when Blaine realized. This hurt all of them as much as it would if he was their son.

Blaine felt guilty now, though. If Kurt died too, then the Hummels would have lost so much in so little time.

But then . . . If Kurt died too, he'd be with Blaine. Wherever it was Blaine was at.

"Kurt," Burt said suddenly, standing up, his eyes wide. "Someone needs to tell Kurt."

No, Blaine thought, wishing Burt could hear him. Don't tell Kurt.

But Burt was out of the room within seconds, leaving Carole with Blaine's body.

"We loved you, Blaine," she murmured, the tears streaming out of her eyes. "We did."

Blaine knew that if he could feel anything, his eyes would have started prickling with tears.

Watching Carole, he knew that he didn't want to see Kurt's reaction.

But he also knew that he probably needed to.

So he sprinted off after Burt, taking the familiar route to Kurt's room.

"Hey, Bud," Burt said as he walked through the door.

And, damn it. Kurt was already stressed out. He probably knew that Blaine had been in an accident, and the last thing Kurt needed on his plate was more to stress about.

"Don't tell him!" Blaine yelled, slightly surprised that he could still talk even though nobody could hear him. "Don't!"

"How is he?" Kurt asked immediately, sitting up, his eyes gleaming with hope.

Don't be hopeful, Kurt, Blaine willed him, Expect the worst.

"Kid," Burt sat down next to Kurt and took his hand.

"What is it?" Kurt's face fell as he took in his father's expression. "Is it bad? Does he need surgery?"

And, god, he thought Blaine was just in bad shape.

Kurt, baby, don't make Burt tell you, Blaine pleaded, looking at his gorgeous boyfriend. Could he even still call Kurt his boyfriend?

"Kurt," Burt took a deep breath and looked at Kurt's hand, Blaine knowing that he didn't want to see the look on Kurt's face when he found out. "Kurt, he's – he's –"

"No," Kurt's face crumbled, the tears already welling up in his eyes. "He's not! You're lying!"

"I'm not," Burt said softly, squeezing Kurt's hand gently. "They think he was – " Burt faltered a little before continuing. "They think he was dead even before he got here."

"No," Kurt said again. "No!" He screamed it that time, his voice cracking and the tears gushing out of his eyes. "He's not dead!"

Blaine's heart broke. He wanted to rush over to Kurt and wrap him in his arms. He wanted to press kisses to his forehead and tell him that he was fine, that he was there.

But he couldn't.

"Kurt," Burt's voice broke at the sight of his son. "Kurt, he's gone."

"No," Kurt sobbed this time, burying his head in Burt's shoulder. "He can't be."

Burt didn't say anything. He let Kurt cry as he rubbed his back soothingly.

"I need him," Kurt gasped. "I need him, Dad. He can't be gone." He let out another loud sob, tearing away from his father and scooting to the other side of the bed. "Blaine," he sobbed into his pillow. Blaine watched as he froze, inhaling the scent of the pillow before sobbing even harder. "You can't leave me, Blaine!"

The pillow was the one Blaine had used earlier.

It smelled like him.

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this," Kurt sobbed. "He wasn't supposed to be the one to die."

Burt just watched his son sob into the pillow, holding it to his face and inhaling the smell of Blaine.

"Come back, Blaine," Kurt said quietly into the pillow. "Come back."

"I'm here, baby," Blaine said as he went up to Kurt's side. "I'm here."

He wanted to reach out and touch him, to smooth his hair down and caress his cheek.

Kurt sniffled and buried his head in the pillow again, letting out another heart wrenching sob.

A nurse came in at that moment and saw Kurt curled up with the pillow, his shoulders shaking and his whole body quivering. She nodded once at Burt, Blaine realizing that she must be aware of what had happened.

"Hi, honey," the nurse said, rubbing his shoulder reassuringly.

Kurt didn't respond, he just continued to cry into the pillow.

"I know it hurts," she murmured. But that was all she said. No 'It'll get better,' or 'It'll turn out okay.'

The nurse turned to Burt then and gestured for him to follow her in the hallway. He squeezed Kurt's shoulder before following her out.

Blaine gave Kurt one last, longing glance before following them. He wanted to know what she was saying.

"Blaine had on his card that if he died from an accident he wanted his organs donated," she told Burt.

Burt chuckled and shook his head fondly, a few tears swimming in his eyes. "The kid was like a Samaritan or something," he murmured, wiping at his eyes.

The nurse smiled sadly at him before she continued talking. "He has the same blood type as Kurt."

Both Blaine and Burt froze.

Blaine hadn't known that. Hell, if he had he would have given Kurt his kidney months ago, he would have begged.

"We're willing to give Kurt his kidney," the nurse explained. "But we need your approval first."

Burt nodded instantly. "That's what he would have wanted," he said softly. "He would kill me if I said now."

It's true, Blaine thought, I would.

The two chatted for a little longer, but Blaine slipped back into Kurt's room. Kurt had stretched himself out on his bed, his hand now clutching his stomach as he vomited into the waste basket.

Blaine wanted to rub his back, to whisper in his ear that he was fine.

But somehow, he knew that this wasn't from Kurt's sickness. He knew it was because of the news he'd just been told.

The nurse and Burt walked in at that moment, Burt rushing over to Kurt's side when he noticed him vomiting violently.

"You're fine, buddy," he said, rubbing his back. And, damn it, Blaine wanted to be the one to do that.

But he knew he wouldn't be able to ever again.

Because he was dead.

"No it's not," Kurt sobbed once he was done being sick. "I loved him. And he's gone."

Burt took a deep breath and sat back down in the chair next to Kurt. "Kid," he said tentatively, and Blaine knew that he didn't know how Kurt would take what he was about to say. "Blaine had the same blood type as you."

Kurt looked up at his father in confusion, his red, swollen eyes not understanding.

"He was signed up to be an organ donor if he died form an accident," Burt continued slowly. "They want to give you his kidney."

Blaine watched as Kurt's body froze. He stayed like that for a few long, excruciating moments.

"Yes," he breathed, the tears welling in his eyes again. "Okay."

Burt nodded and squeezed his shoulder once before heading back out of the room to tell the nurse.

"Now a part of Blaine will always be with me," Kurt mumbled into the pillow that he was still clutching to his nose. "God, Blaine. After everything, it's you that dies and me that's going to live. That's not how you thought it would play out, huh?"

Kurt chuckled dryly before pushing his face even further into the pillow. "I know you'll probably hate me for saying this," Kurt said to the pillow.

Was Kurt talking to the pillow like it was him? Blaine wondered. But he didn't really care about the answer.

"But," Kurt continued. "I almost considered saying no so that I could just die and be with you."

Blaine sighed and pressed his hand to his temples. Kurt was right, of course. All he wanted was for Kurt to be healthy and happy. But he knew that happiness would be hard for him without Blaine there.

Heck, happiness was going to be hard for Blaine wherever it was he was at.

"I can't believe you're gone," Kurt went on, his voice soft and cracking. "I just – I don't want to believe it. But the fact that you're not here by my side is proof enough."

Blaine let out a dry sob then, knowing that tears wouldn't come in whatever state it was that he was in.

A doctor walked in then with a clipboard in his hand. "Kurt Hummel?" He asked. Kurt froze and nodded, gripping the pillow tighter. Blaine could practically feel Kurt's fingers to hold his hand.

"We're going to transplant Blaine's kidney now, if that's alright," he said. Kurt froze at Blaine's name but nodded stiffly, Blaine knowing that he was willing the tears to stay in his eyes.

The doctor smiled softly and eased Kurt into a wheel chair. Kurt set the pillow down on the bed gently, a small smile on his face as his father squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.

"You're gonna be fine, kiddo," Burt said. Kurt nodded again and was wheeled into the operation center, leaving Burt standing there in the hallway.

"I don't know if you can hear me, Blaine," he murmured as he walked back into the waiting room. "But this wasn't how I wanted this to work out."

Blaine stopped following him and collapsed onto the ground.

Kurt was being saved, and yet everyone was still worried.

Because of him.

Because he had died.

"No, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said out loud. "This wasn't how I wanted things to work out either."

Blaine sat by Kurt's side all through his recovery in the hospital. He watched as Kurt accepted condolences about Blaine's death and best wishes for his own recovery.

He watched as Kurt cried himself to sleep every night, clutching Blaine's pillow that Carole had given him.

Blaine watched as Kurt set a picture of the two of them smiling with Blaine's lips pressed to his cheek on the little table next to his hospital bed.

He watched as it became a kind of memorial, all of the flowers and cards and teddy bears being put on and around the table with the picture.

He listened as Kurt told people that Blaine had saved his life.

And he cried when Kurt would just sit in silence and sob, chanting Blaine's name over and over and asking for him to come back.

Blaine knew that Carole and Burt were planning his funeral, but he didn't follow them around. He never left Kurt's side.

Kurt was released from the hospital a week after his surgery. He packed up his little Blaine shrine in a box, setting everything except for the wilted flowers neatly in it.

Blaine never thought Kurt would be making the walk out of the hospital after his recovery alone. He'd always pictured it with Blaine by his side, his strong arm wrapped securely around Kurt's waist.

They drove home in silence, Kurt staring into the box with the Blaine shrine and not speaking. Carole and Burt kept giving him worried glances, but neither of them said anything.

When they pulled up and parked in the driveway, Burt went around and opened Kurt's door, making to take the box out of Kurt's hands.

"No!" Kurt cried, turning away from his father so that the box was out of his grasp. Burt held his hands up in surrender and let Kurt carry it into the house, watching as he opened the door to his room in the basement and descended the steps.

Blaine followed him, not sure as to why Kurt had just snapped at his father.

Kurt set the box down gently on his bed before letting out a small sob and quickly clearing off one of his nightstands. He took everything out of the box and set it up on the now empty nightstand before scuttling around the room and finding any and all pictures of Blaine that he had.

He continued for twenty minutes, until the surface of the nightstand could no longer be seen.

"I love you, Blaine," Kurt whispered as he stared at the nightstand. "I miss you."

Blaine's heart broke at Kurt's words. He sounded so broken, so lost. He knew that they were two halves of a whole, but he didn't expect Kurt to look so incomplete without him.

He also sure why he was still around on Earth when he was clearly dead. But then again, he didn't know anything about being dead except that the people couldn't hear him.

He watched as Kurt found a pair of Blaine's used, dirty pajamas and slipped them on, grabbing Blaine's pillow and slipping into his bed, the pillow pressed against his nose.

And, god, the sight would have split Blaine's heart in two if it hadn't been already.

"Kurt?" Carole called from down the stairs. When he didn't respond, Blaine heard her stead footsteps as she came into his room. "Oh, honey."

She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Kurt's back from the outside of the cocoon he'd made. "I know it hurts, honey," Carole whispered. "But he'll always be a part of you. And not just because you have his kidney."

Kurt made a whimpering kind of noise as he burrowed deeper into the blankets.

Carole glanced over and saw his nightstand dedicated to Blaine before letting out a long sigh. "Do you want anything to eat?" She asked him.

Blaine saw Kurt's hair shake back and forth, and indication that he shook his head no.

"Alright then," Carole said softly as she left the room. "Holler if you want anything, alright?"

Kurt didn't respond, so Carole sighed again before leaving the room.

Blaine followed her up the stairs, knowing that she was going to talk to Burt.

"How is he?" Burt asked, his voice hoarse.

Carole sighed and sat down on the couch next to him. "He's hanging in there," she said softly. "Not well. But he'll get there."

Burt nodded and Blaine looked towards Finn's room, where his door was tightly closed. He walked over and pressed his head against the door – wishing not for the first time that this ghost like state he was in allowed him to walk through walls. He couldn't grab anything, but he couldn't walk through anything either.

He heard Finn silently sniffle, and then the sound of him blowing his nose a few minutes later.

Everyone was upset because he had died.

And no one was rejoicing because Kurt had lived.

It felt wrong, but he knew that Kurt wouldn't have it any other way.

Blaine walked back down the stairs to Kurt's room, wincing as he heard the boy sobbing again.

"Blaine," he cried, his eyes overflowing with more tears than Blaine thought an eye should be able to produce. "I miss you so much."

Blaine couldn't take this anymore. He couldn't handle the hurt in everyone's eyes or how torn apart Kurt was.

So Blaine left. He walked out of the house and down the street, just wandering.

Blaine knew his funeral was on Sunday.

So he went to the church he knew it was being held at. He was aware that this probably wasn't the best idea, but it needed to be done.

He watched as people came in, cringing as all the Warblers clad in their blazers filed in, their eyes all read and some of their cheeks tear stained.

He watched as people looked at his body, muttering things about how he was too young or how peaceful he looked or how he was in a better place now.

But he wasn't really in a better place. He was in the same place, and that almost was worse than being alive on Earth.

His eyes caught Kurt and his family walking in, all of them walking slowly and none of them were talking.

Kurt's eyes were red as his father gripped his elbow, giving the boy some support so that he didn't fall over.

Kurt's eyes instantly went to the open casket before he tore his elbow away from his father's grasp and ran over to it. He took one look and dropped to his knees. His head was just at the right level so that he could rest his chin on the edge of it, his hand coming up to stroke Blaine's face gently. The tears were flowing out of his eyes now, his breathing become rugged and borderline hysterical.

"You're beautiful, Blaine," he murmured, his hand still caressing Blaine's cheek. "You always were."

Kurt slowly stood up, but he remained next to Blaine's body in the casket. "You saved my life," Kurt whispered, letting his lips brush gently against Blaine's cold ones. "And I won't even get to properly thank you."

Kurt paused for a moment and pushed a stray curl away from Blaine's face. "But I will anyway," Kurt whispered. "So thank you, Blaine, for saving my life. But I wish it didn't have to happen this way."

"So do I, Kurt," Blaine said, his own voice sounding broken. "So do I."

Kurt went and sat down with his family, leaning into his father as he wrapped an arm around Kurt's small, fragile body.

The service went on, Blaine not really paying attention until Kurt was called to the front.

And suddenly, Blaine had a flashback of Clarke's funeral.

But this was going to be ten thousand times worse.

"As many of you know," Kurt started out slow, his voice cracking already. "Blaine and I were really close."

There were nods and noises of affirmation in the audience, and Kurt continued. "Blaine saved my life," Kurt said softly, Blaine watching as the tears started slipping out of Kurt's eyes. "And – And I told him that I would see him tomorrow. That's what I said to him when he left."

Blaine tensed. This almost the same scenario that had happened to him and Clarke.

"But I didn't," Kurt went on. "Blaine got in an accident and died that night."

No, Blaine thought. You can't do this to yourself, Kurt. It'll eat away at you for the rest of your life. I would know.

But Kurt went on. "But a similar thing happened to Blaine," Kurt said softly. "And, because of that, I'm not going to let that eat me up."

Good.

"But that doesn't mean I won't miss him," Kurt all but whispered, his voice just loud enough for everyone to hear. "Because I miss him so much it hurts."

Kurt paused and took a deep, shaky breath. "Everyone said we were soul mates," Kurt said, "And I honestly think we were."

Blaine saw Kurt look down at his finger as he gently touched the little plastic ring Blaine had given him.

In a panic, Blaine looked down at his own hand and was relieved to find that the ring was still on his own finger.

"And – And I don't know what I'm going to do without him," Kurt was full on sobbing now. He shook his head once before running down the aisle and out of the building.

Blaine followed him quickly, stopping abruptly when he saw Kurt sunken against the ground, his back pressed against the wall of the building.

He knew that it would take a long time to recover from this. He just hoped that it wouldn't always be this painful to watch.

Three Years Later

Blaine had watched Kurt graduate.

He'd watched Kurt go to OSU instead of New York because he didn't want to go alone.

He'd watched the shock on his and Finn's faces when they found out that Carole was pregnant.

And he'd watched the panic on Kurt's when he got the call from Burt saying that Carole was in labor.

Blaine was now in the waiting room, watching as Kurt paced around, his face anxious.

He still wore the plastic ring, Blaine knowing that he fingered it unconsciously now.

He still cried over Blaine about once a week, whenever something would happen or someone would say something.

It didn't take much to tip him off, but that was to be expected.

Minutes turned into hours, and finally Burt came out of the room. "It's a boy," he said, smiling. Kurt ran up and hugged him tightly, Burt hugging the boy back. But Blaine saw something in his eyes that he couldn't place.

"You can come see him," Burt said to Finn and Kurt. The two boys nodded and followed Burt into the room.

Kurt stopped at the door. And Blaine knew it wasn't because of something he saw.

It was because of something Carole kept saying.

"Hi, baby Blaine," Carole cooed, looking up at Finn. "This is your big brother Finn."

Blaine walked over to the baby and gasped. It looked exactly like he – or more of his body – had. The baby already had curly black hair, and he had big, hazel eyes that were shining.

"He looks just like Blaine, honey," Carole whispered to Kurt. "Just like him."

Kurt didn't move, his eye watering with tears again. "How did he even get hazel eyes? Or black hair?" He asked, his voice cracking.

"I don't know, honey," Carole said, ushering for him to come over. "Do you want to hold him?"

Kurt took a tentative step before nodding slowly. "You named him Blaine?"

Carole laughed. "If I didn't, I probably would accidentally call him that anyway."

Kurt held his hands out and Carole gently placed the baby in his arms. Blaine heard Kurt gasp as he saw the baby's eyes. "They're exactly like Blaine's were," he breathed, the tears still streaming out of his eyes.

"I know," Carole whispered as she watched him.

Blaine watched as Kurt's eyes lit up, getting a shine in them that Blaine hadn't seen since before Kurt had been diagnosed all those years ago.

"You're some kind of angel, aren't you?" Kurt whispered to the baby. "Blaine sent you."

"No, I didn't," Blaine said, even though he knew no one could hear him.

So it surprised him when he heard another voice from behind him. "You're right," the familiar voice said. "Because I did."

Blaine whirled around and saw Clarke, standing there with her long black hair down to her waist and her hazel eyes glowing.

"He needed an angel, Blaine," she explained as she watched Kurt and the baby. "That's the only way you could pass on."

So this wasn't the afterlife. He wasn't perpetually stuck watching people suffer because of him.

Blaine turned to his sister, still watching Kurt from the corner of his eye. "So how did you pass on?" He asked her. "Who was the angel that was sent to me?"

Clarke smiled and turned her gaze back to Kurt. "He was," she said softly.

Blaine always knew Kurt was an angle. Maybe not in the literal sense, but he always knew there was something else about him – something else that drew him in.

"Angels are someone who helps you recover from losing someone," Clarke explained. "And Kurt did that for you."

Blaine nodded. "And this baby is going to help Kurt?"

Clarke nodded and gazed back at the baby in Kurt's arms. "Kurt's going to raise that baby like it's his own," she said after a moment.

Blaine wanted to place his hands on Kurt's waist and hold the baby with him, get a feel of what it would be like to have a family with Kurt.

The two Anderson siblings watched as the Hummels interacted with the baby, Blaine smiling softly when Kurt grinned – a real grin – and latched himself to his father, letting the tears fall out of his eyes and onto Burt's shoulder.

When Kurt was getting ready to leave, he approached the baby and pressed a small kiss to its forehead. "I love you, baby Blaine," he whispered. "Just like I'll always love the real Blaine."

Clarke smiled at the look on Blaine's face.

"Are you ready, Blaine?" She asked, holding out her head.

"Will I be able to keep an eye on him from where it is we're going?" He asked as he tentatively took his hand.

Clarke nodded and grinned at him. "How else do you think I knew so much about you and Kurt?" She said. "Or how I got in your dreams?"

Blaine smiled and nodded as he let his sister lead him off to wherever it was he was headed for next.

"I love you, Kurt," Blaine whispered. "And I'll never forget you."

Blaine knew that Kurt would eventually join him someday. So he would just have to make do without him for a while, waiting anxiously for their final and eternal reunion.

Welp. I'm not sure if the tree in my eye is from the chapter or because of the fact that my first WIP is complete

So I originally didn't name the baby Blaine...but then I got this picture in my head of the baby running around the house and Carole yelling 'Blaine slow down' and then everyone in the house freezing and just staring at her in shock because Blaine was dead...

So i named it Blaine to save me from that image.

Thank you to all of you who suppported me and this fic. You're reviews, alerts, and favorites all made my life and I honestly never thought people would read this story.

Thank you, again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

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Again, thank you all for sticking with me throughout the entirity of this fic. I wouldn't have gotten here without you.

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