Glee; Blaine's gone.

The Funeral.

He remembered the feelings, the hurt, the way everyone would look at him with pitty, he didnt want their pitty he wanted Blaine, thats all he wanted, to be curled up in bed with Blaine was that so much to ask?He already knew the answer to that, hes gone kurt, gone forever. He heard that alot recently, that voice in his head telling him Blaine was never coming back. He stood really still watching the coffin that had his Blaine the bright eyed beautiful 17 yearold boy inside being lowered in to the ground. He didnt realise he was crying until he felt the wetness drip on to his had. why me. That was the question he liked to ask himself from time to time, why it had to be HIS Blaine that got beaten why not him?Blaine was so down to earth and loving, he didnt do anything wrong, he didnt flaunt his sexuality like he did, so why Blaine. my blaine.

Rachel could see how this was hurting his bestfriend she knew the pain he felt when loosing his mother but now he lost his lover over some pathetic homophbics. It wasnt right. She remember, She always remembered the night Kurt had phoned her up crying telling her blaine was gone, he was gone and never coming back, she didnt understand at first but then she heard the muffled words of beaten and dead and she understood, she uderstood at once and broke down. She stood still watching the coffin being lowered she asked to herself 'really?Blaine, Blaine who wouldnt hurt anyone'' She wrapped her arms around Finn, she knew he wouldnt mind, He was good like that, She looked at Kurt and continued to cry, she was always a drama queen but this time, no one blamed her.

After the funeral no one could bare to look at Kurt, they all knew he  was broken and nothing they could say would fix it but that didnt stop Finn from wandering over to him ''Are you ok, i mean thats a stupid question i just..'' Finn couldnt finish what he was saying and quickly left, Kurt slowly slid down the wall, he was kind of glad it was over with now, he didnt have to smile and act like he was ok, this was him now, unhappy forever. No one could fix him, the only person that could try was now dead, dead and gone, Kurt didnt remember much of that night, all he rememberd was waking up early morning wondering home he got home, and in to his bed.