Man Who Can't Be Moved

Chapter 2

hey

I read the text, a million times over, my heart gradually beat faster as I did. Why would he text me out of the blue like this? It's almost one in the morning, what is he doing? I am having and internal war weather to reply to Kurt or not. My mind races for a couple of minutes before I make my decision to do it. But what should I say? I gathered all my courage and placed my fingers on the keyboard on the small screen.

What is it?

I hesitantly pressed send and waited.

Want to cpme over?

Why did he misspell that? Kurt is usually precise with his language especially when writing. My biggest question though, is why would he ask me to come over; he's in New York and i'm here in Lima.

What do you mean?

Do you want to staY oVer at my apartmnt? ;)

But how?

u just gotta take the subway, adam

Adam? Oh no, Kurt thinks he's texting someone else. I thought on for minutes and the only logical explanation coming to my drowsy mind was that he might be drunk, is he?

Kurt, are you intoxicated?

Btch I might be XD

Um Kurt, honey, this is Blaine, not Adam

Oh

I miss you

I could swear my heart skipped a beat.

I miss you too, a lot actually. Kurt, don't you think you should sleep now?

Yeah, rigt, sleep night night

Good night, my love

Wait, shit, I didn't meant to send that like that. I'm too used to texting him like that and now I've possibly made another mistake that I can't undo. I wonder what he'll think when he sees it. I know he still loves me, and he knows I still love him so it won't be a big surprise just, unexpected due to the fact the we don't really keep in contact much since the, then break up. The heart-wrenching thoughts start crawling into my head but I decide to stop them and at least try to sleep. I spent the next thirty minutes on my bed, with an empty mind and closed eyes in an effort to to fall asleep. Finally, when the time came, My consciousness slowly subsided into nothingness and I was ultimately at peace for the night; well, I thought I was.

"...was such a good kid, you know?"

I started to perceive a conversation that I was not aware of. I seemed to have turned my head towards the source of the voice but I couldn't see anything. All of a sudden I could see everything around me but I was only focused on the speaker. Burt. Who is he talking about? I looked around slightly and noticed what I saw, I was at a funeral. But who's? I look back to Burt who seems like he's almost in tears, I didn't notice it before. The slow realization starts leaking in, is this Kurt's funeral? My eyes shoot around in hopes of a name, a something to tell me whos funeral it really is, I find nothing. I am in absolute fright, how can he be dead? My Kurt is dead and I couldn't do anything about it.

At that very moment someone walks right past me, as if I weren't even there. Immediately, my attention goes straight to them. Can I be going crazy, because the boy that walked past, to his father, is my boy, my Kurt. He holds my concentration, in the meantime he's whispering something into his fathers ear, Burt then nodded and Kurt turned to start walking off. For some reason his eyes are wet, wait this is a funeral of course hes been crying, Kurt never was the type to hold back his tears. His eyes were more than just wet, they looked as if they had been shedding tears for a while, something very tragic must have happened.

"...really good fit, I thought they were perfect for each other, but it ended quite a while ago; they never got a second chance. I saw Blaine as almost another son, he was always very generous to Kurt right from the start."

What is Burt talking about, I am right here and there is a good enough chance Kurt and I could get back together. My confusion drove me to turn away and catch up with Kurt. About twenty yards off I see Kurt walking inside, I walk quickly to get to where he is. Kurt is standing in a corner, next to a large closed box, I recognize it as a casket. The casket isn't too extravagant but nice and simple yet still acceptably stylish for a casket. Curiosity starts bubbling in me as I look at it longer, who could be in there? A sound comes to my ears and I look up to Kurt, he's crying now over the casket. Kurt places a hand gently down on the top of the box and stands in silence for a few moments. It may not be polite to stare but I just can't turn my eyes away from this boy who looked so sad.

"I-I-I-"

He's trying to speak now, the words can't seem to come out though; I want to walk up next to him and comfort him but for some reason I physically can't. The boy tries to speak but fails once again, he takes a gulp and resume what he was going to say.

"I'm so sor-sorry. I know I wasn't around or talked to you as much anymore because of New York and what happened but I just w-wanted you to know I love you, and that I never really stopped; I wish I had told you more recently. Now I'm here and you aren't and I don't think it's fair, having to live life without you n-now. You were an amazing person and I am truly devastated to have to even s-say these things but I'll miss you greatly, Blaine."

What. I am not dead, no, I am here and listening to every word he's said. Kurt stays silent for the next few minutes, just sitting there, relishing his moments with the casket, never taking his hand off of it. After what seems hours he lowers his head to the closed box and plants a kiss onto the lid. Kurt hesitantly turns around and starts walking the other way, slowly, as if each step pained him. Choosing to walk nearer to the box that supposedly holds my corpse I lift my hand to touch it. My hand falls onto the place where Kurt's kiss was, the spot slightly warmer than the cold surrounding.

"Blaine?"

I have never spun around faster in my life. Standing at the doorway was Kurt, my boy. As soon as I get a glimpse of him, his unfocused eyes, he disappears and so does everything else. The scene was melting away after Kurt vanished and I had no idea what to do. once the whole room became a dark emptiness.

I woke up in an uncomfortable silence, I looked over at the clock on the nightstand that said 6:52 I rolled over and closed my eyes again it's only Saturday I can sleep in.