Tragedy

Epilogue

Eight months ago, Kurt and Blaine's mothers had passed away. And today was the day that Kurt was moving to Lima. Blaine and Kurt haven't really hung out a lot since the funerals. Since it Kurt's last day here, Blaine decided to stay inside. He didn't want it to be harder to say goodbye when the time has came.

All along the months, Blaine has been locked away in his room. His dad has left him alone, he forgot that Blaine had knocked him out. Blaine would sometimes look across his window to Kurt's and saw him there staring back at him. He would smile, but it hurt so bad, trying to hide the pain.

Blaine missed his mom, sometimes he would just go in her office and read her hand writing or just lay on her desk, crying softly. His dad didn't, care though. Yes he showed up at the funeral, said a few words, and fake cried out of the building, yet he hasn't done anything. Robert had said that they were staying here in Columbus.

Blaine was lying on his bed when the door bell rang. He sighed quietly and got up.

"I guess this is it." He said walking out the door. He bounded down the steps, his curls, now longer since he was now eleven, swingning in his face. His dad had already answered the door, talking to Burt.

Blaine looked for Kurt and found him outside, sitting on the porch. Kurt too had changed a lot. His hair was a chestnut color and his eyes got even more blue. Of course he grew a couple more inches, sky rocketing over Blaine, but he still had that perfect smile. Blaine sat down next to Kurt, neither one of them saying a word. They both starred out into the sky in silence. It was until Blaine felt a water droplet fall on his hand when he looked over to a red eyed Kurt.

"I can't do this, Blaine. I can't just sit here and pretend that everything is fine. I am moving. For Gods Sake Blaine, open your eyes! How can you just sit here like its a normal Sunday morning?" Kurt's face was red and his eyes were blurry, but he still wouldn't look at Blaine. And he knew Kurt was right. He just couldn't come to say goodbye, forever.

"Kurt, we are leaving in five minutes. Hurry an say goodbye." Burt came outside and placed a hand on Blaine's back and said his goodbye.

"Kurt, you don't know how hard it is to say goodbye." Blaine himself was now in tears. "I never thought I would have to say it." Blaine moved closer to Kurt. "And if its meant to be, we'll find each other again." And with that, Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt.

This was all kind of new to the both of them. At first, Kurt didn't move, he let Blaine kiss him. But when Blaine put his hands on shoulders, Kurt kissed him back. Even though they were eleven, they wished they could have kissed before. It felt so right. It felt so good.

They pulled away, blushing at each other, seconds before Burt came out.

"Alright! Lets move Kiddo. Bye Blaine, stay safe. I'll be in the car." Burt walked towards his truck and started it.

"I guess this is it." Blaine said, now serious.

"Like you said though. If we were meant to be, friends or more," he blushed dark red when he said that. "We will find each other." Kurt stood up and helped Blaine up. They hugged each other tightly, before reluctantly letting go.

Once in the truck, Kurt began to cry again, but kept his gaze with Blaine. Blaine watched them drive out of his driveway, and disappeared down the street. He stayed out there for 3hours, crying and screaming. Once the sun had set, Blaine went back inside, up to his room and went straight towards his window. He opened it up and looked over, directly to Kurt's old house.

"Don't forget me," he whispered.