Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything this is based off of.

Note: I do promise, dearest readers, I'll update Hallelujah soon. I'm just a little stuck on the latest chapter for that (though the rest of the story should be fine to go, once I get there). For now, I shall update this.

I slipped into the back of the room, mind racing at a million thoughts per minute

I never thought I'd be watching my own funeral like this.

"Oh God, oh God," I muttered to myself as I caught sight of my body lying in a casket, pumped with chemicals. If I could eat anymore, I would have puked at the sight of it. I closed my eyes and waited for the dizziness to stop before watching my friends and family file into the room at the funeral home.

"Oh Kurt…Kurt," my Dad broke into a sob upon seeing my body. "My son…"

"This wasn't supposed to happen until after we were gone," Carole murmured as she gripped his hand.

"I feel like I failed as a brother," Finn's face twisted in grief. "I should've watched out for him more…I should've seen it…I should've saved his life…Kurt, I'm so freakin' sorry. I'm so freakin' sorry."

"No, Finny," I whispered. "You couldn't help it…you couldn't have saved me…I love you, Finny, and you were such a good brother…"

"I can't believe I lost him so soon after I lost Elizabeth," Dad was saying. "He was her boy, through and through…right down to her eyes…"

"He's with her now," Finn nodded. "He's happier, Burt."

"No," I hung my head. "I'm not happier here in the In-Between."

"Oh, Finn," Rachel let out a low sob as she came in wearing a black dress, her hair pulled back into a bun, her eyes tired and sad, as if she hadn't slept in days. "Burt, Carole…I'm so sorry, truly I am. Kurt was one of my dearest and closest friends."

"We know, honey," Carole pulled her into a hug. "He was fond of you, too."

"The rest of the gang is on their way," Rachel said quietly. "Puck was having a little trouble getting Artie's wheelchair into his truck, but they're coming."

"Burt," Mr. Schue said as he came into the room. "Mrs. Hudson—err, sorry, Hummel—I am so sorry. Kurt was a truly special, incredible young man, and this took me by surprise as much as it did you. His voice was beautiful, and will never be forgotten."

"Thanks, Will," Dad said somberly. "Kurt spoke highly of you. Your Glee club really helped him for a while. He went through a rough few years after his mother passed on. I had my son back again…or at least, I thought I did."

"I should've been looking out for him more in the hallways," Mr. Schue said sadly. "I…I feel so much regret right now."

"Not your fault," Dad clapped him on the shoulder. "We're all feeling regret."

"H…h…h…hi," Tina stuttered as she came in with Mike. "I…I…I'm so s…s…sorry. K…K…Kurt was one of my b…b…best fri…fri…friends." Tears streamed down her face, her lips quivering as she clung tight to her boyfriend.

"Yeah, Kurt was an awesome kid," Mike rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Well, thank you two for coming," Carole said softly.

"Tee, it's okay," I breathed. "No…no, stop crying over me like that…" I watched in silence as Rory stopped in with Sam and Quinn, all of them kneeling in front of my casket. Quinn went to make the sign of the cross, but remembered my views of religion and caught herself in time. She instead reached down and touched her cross necklace, murmuring my name under her breath. Sam brushed his bangs out of his eyes, biting his lip so he wouldn't cry. Rory's deep blue-green eyes darkened as he silently mourned my loss, his face falling, looking like a lost puppy. I wished I could read minds so I could see what they were thinking.

"Sorry we're a little late," Puck said as he pushed Artie in his chair. "Technical difficulties," he apologized. "Hey, Mrs. Hud—Hummel. Sorry, I'm still so used to calling you Mrs. Hudson."

"It's okay, Noah," she embraced him.

"How are you, Artie?" Dad asked my childhood best friend.

"I'm holding up okay, sir," Artie pushed his glasses further up his nose.

"I told you, Artie. Call me Burt, please."

"Sorry. Burt," Artie nodded as he wheeled himself over to the rest of the group. I scanned the crowd of friends; seemed like Mercedes, Brittany, Santana, and Blaine were the only ones not here yet. Sure enough, Brittany, accompanied by Santana, came in next.

"I can't freakin' believe it," Santana muttered. "He was the strongest out of all of us, and now he's freakin' dead."

"He's with all the other unhappy dolphins," Brittany shrugged. "He'll be happier there."

"Please, not today, Britt," Santana brushed past her, walking into Finn's open arms for a tight hug while Brittany leaned her head against Quinn's shoulder.

"Where's 'Cedes?" I looked around. "Where is she?"

"Um, hey, Burt," she whispered as she walked up to Dad. "Look…I'm so sorry. Kurt…he was my best friend. I feel so guilty," she hung her head.

"Don't feel guilty, Mercedes," Dad put a hand on her shoulder. "There's nothing you could've done. No one predicted this to happen."

"I still feel bad," she said. "I have nightmares about it."

"You can lean on us whenever you need to," Carole told her. "We know how close you were to him, and we'll be here for you."

"Thanks, Carole," she sniffled as she numbly walked over to Sam, who pulled her into his arms and held her as if he didn't want to let go.

"Take him back, 'Cedes," I begged. "Please, leave Shane and go back to Sam! He's so much better for you! Sam still loves you…don't break his heart again…" I watched various teachers and old friends, including some of the Warblers, come into the room to pay their respects to my dead, cold body. It all seemed like an out-of-body experience—pardon the pun—and so incredibly surreal.

Oh.

Oh, no.

"Blaine," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. "Oh, honey…"

"Mr. Hummel, Mrs. Hummel, I'm sorry. Kurt was…he was…the best, most loyal, amazing life partner anyone could ask for. My deepest sympathies for you two, and for Finn. I wish I would've picked up on some of the signals, that I could have seen it coming and saved his life."

"Not your fault, Blaine," Dad put a hand on his shoulder. "Kurt loved you. He did. He never stopped talking about you, and I'd never seen him more at ease with anyone than I did when he was around you."

"I think, with all due respect, Mr. Hummel, I will always love your son," Blaine blinked back tears.

And I'll always love you, Blaine, I thought to myself as I watched my boyfriend fall to pieces in front of the room of crowded mourners.