Kurt and Blaine walked hand in hand through the long lines of gravestones, until they stopped by a umcomfortably familiar one:
FINN CHRISTOPHER HUDSON
OCTOBER 20TH 1994-DECEMBER 9TH 2013
"Our beloved son. friend. hero."
Kurt felt hot tears escaping his lacrimals, and down on his cheeks. He leaned down and placed the bouquet of red roses beside the candles, that if he knew Carole had placed there. Blaine placed a helping hand on his husbands shoulder and buried his face in the crook of Kurt's neck. "You're doing well, sweetie". Blaine said and kissed his shoulder. Kurt got up, dried his eyes and smiled weakly. They left to go home again. "Thanks for taking me". kurt said and kissed Blaine sweetly. "Always". Blaine simply said and smiled.
AN: I killed myself writing this...
