Chapter Text
A center spotlight, flooding a once dark stage with blinding oranges and yellows, illuminating one man beneath them. The man was singing, a most peculiar sort of tune; For, it was a song about something the man himself had never experienced- The man was an actor. He was one of the best actors in the building, as a matter of fact, and Blaine knew that.
As he watched the man sing from where he stood in the wings, he felt a certain sense of pride- Because he himself had created the gorgeous outfit the man was wearing, using the perfect type of fabric to make the lights bounce off of it, transforming into the most beautiful colors that showed off the man's porcelain skin and his light colored eyes, all coming together to compliment his light brown hair perfectly. Blaine felt proud that he was able to work with such unusual measurements- The man was tall, his rather broad shoulders narrowing down into a small waist. The costume showed off his elegant frame, and although Blaine had had some trouble with the proportions of the man, he felt proud that he was finally able to tie it all together.
But, the costume was not the most impressive thing on stage tonight- No, it was the man. The man's name was Kurt Hummel, and this was his first Broadway show. He was witty and kind, showing the utmost respect to anyone who worked with or for him. He was the best singer Blaine had ever heard, and he had longed to get to know Kurt. Although Kurt had been nothing but lovely to Blaine, he hadn't been the one to catch the actor's eye. No, the one who Kurt had decided on walked out on stage at that very moment, and Blaine felt his chest tighten at the very sight of him.
Kurt had chosen a man named Adam, who was also a performer. Adam was Kurt's love interest on the stage and off, and Blaine knew that it was a match made in heaven. Adam was just as kind, if not a bit demanding, and Blaine couldn't find a reason to hate him. As much as it hurt him to understand that Kurt would never be interested in him, he knew that the heart wants what the heart wants. But as he watched the two on stage that night, performing the very song Blaine had fantasized singing with Kurt a number of times- That was a new kind of pain. This was the pain that one could never completely patch up, the type of pain that only blossomed from a lost love. And Blaine loved Kurt. A part of him knew he would never stop loving Kurt, no matter who he got married to, or if they never spoke again. Kurt held his heart, but one can't keep something safe if one never knew it belonged to them in the first place.
5 years later, on the anniversary of the opening night of the show that helped start Kurt's career as a Broadway star, the show that made him fall in love with Adam a little bit more every time they sang Come What May in front of the throngs of people each night, Kurt Hummel stood in front of a white arch, gripping onto his fiancès hands. Standing behind him was his best friend, Blaine Anderson. Blaine had helped him the most throughout his stressful career, and was always a shoulder to cry on, or to support himself on if he had too much to drink. Blaine was a rock in his life, and Kurt didn't know what he would do without him.
Then there was Adam. Adam, the man he cherished most- The man who cuddled with him in front of the television, the man who cooked for him, the man who ran through lines with Kurt. The man who played guitar to help Kurt sleep on his most fitful nights, the man who loved Kurt just as much, if not more than Kurt loved him. He stared into Adam's eyes as he willed his own not to tear up from listening to Adam's vows. His entire body was tingling from excitement, full of love for the man who had changed his entire life for the better. Kurt could barely hear the priest over his own heart, but he knew what was going on.
"I do." Kurt choked out, his voice trembling and his heart full of admiration and love for the man in front of him. The priest continued on, and Kurt's breath caught as he waited for Adam to speak.
"I.." Adam's brow furrowed, and he licked his lips. "I…" He started again. He blinked, and squeezed Kurt's hands almost frantically. Then he collapsed. There was a collective hush, tears paused in their falling, the sniffs of his family ceasing. Kurt stared in shock at the love of his life lying at his feet, until something inside of him broke. He crumbled to his knees, flipping Adam over onto his back, trying to ignore the feeling of pure dread caving in on him. The entire room seemed to surge into motion, and suddenly someone was yelling that they were going to call 911, and another person yelled at Kurt to check Adam's pulse. His hands shaking, he gripped at Adam's wrist, searching for anything. He couldn't breathe, the pounding in his chest and the sound around him making it hard for him to concentrate.
He felt a gentle hand push away his arm, and he looked up. Blaine was getting down beside him amidst the chaos, putting two fingers on Adam's neck. Kurt could sense Blaine's shift in emotion, could tell by his pale face that it wasn't good. Kurt was choking on his own words, trying to tell someone, anyone to please find a doctor and that it was probably another fainting spell and that they would laugh it off in a year and that it would be okay. But the way Blaine grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers, the way he stood up and helped Kurt up too, the way he led them over to Kurt's dad- It told him otherwise. The thrumming in his ears became almost too loud for him to bear, and the lump in his throat made it hard for him to breathe. Little black spots danced in his vision. Kurt stumbled back, sitting down hard onto a chair and putting his face in his hands. He looked up when someone started rubbing his shoulder.
Blaine again- He was saying something. Kurt tried to listen, but his vision started to blur around the edges, and the little black spots were dancing around much faster, larger than before. The world went dark, Blaine's face being the last thing he saw clearly before his entire world collapsed.