It was five years to the day since they lost Kurt in the most horrific way possible. Shot dead right there in front of all their wedding guests by a gang of homophobes. He and Blaine had been waiting for their limo to drive them to the airport for their honeymoon. They had been so happy. Happier than Mercedes had ever seen anyone. Then all of a sudden those horrible sounds of gunshot and Kurt was down on the ground, covered in blood. He died right there in Blaine's arms just a few minutes later and none of their lives had been the same since. Everything had gone down hill from there. Literally, nothing was the same. It took people a long time to even abate in their shock, but no one suffered more than Blaine himself. He never got beyond it, and he just fell into a deeper and darker misery to the point he was diagnosed with depression and was in and out of mental health facilities to try and get better. But it never worked, and now this... this was never supposed to happen. If Kurt was alive, he would never forgive them for not taking care of his One True Love when he couldn't.
She had just been at Kurt's grave earlier in the day, talking to him like he was there with her. It had been the only way Mercedes had been able to cope with losing him. She visited him ever week, and it was why she was even still in Lima. She couldn't leave him. She stayed, she never pursued any of her music dreams and ended up a teacher at McKinley High after attending OSU. Still, every week without fail, she visited Kurt where he was buried beside his mom and she stayed close to be with Blaine and keep an eye on him. He and Kurt had been planning moving to New York after their wedding, but of course, that never happened. Blaine stayed and kept pushing people away. No one was ever able to get close enough to help him and now it was too late.
Tears were streaming down her face and she shook her head. The sound of the heart monitor flatlining was ringing in her ears as they rushed the gurney into the ER. But it was just too late. "It's not! It's not! He's dead! He's dead, you saw! He killed himself! He didn't want to live! And he told me that. He told me. He was at the cemetery, and he told me! I couldn't have stopped it, but I just thought he wanted to be alone! We didn't take care of him!" she sobbed brokenly.
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She had just been at Kurt's grave earlier in the day, talking to him like he was there with her. It had been the only way Mercedes had been able to cope with losing him. She visited him ever week, and it was why she was even still in Lima. She couldn't leave him. She stayed, she never pursued any of her music dreams and ended up a teacher at McKinley High after attending OSU. Still, every week without fail, she visited Kurt where he was buried beside his mom and she stayed close to be with Blaine and keep an eye on him. He and Kurt had been planning moving to New York after their wedding, but of course, that never happened. Blaine stayed and kept pushing people away. No one was ever able to get close enough to help him and now it was too late.
Tears were streaming down her face and she shook her head. The sound of the heart monitor flatlining was ringing in her ears as they rushed the gurney into the ER. But it was just too late. "It's not! It's not! He's dead! He's dead, you saw! He killed himself! He didn't want to live! And he told me that. He told me. He was at the cemetery, and he told me! I couldn't have stopped it, but I just thought he wanted to be alone! We didn't take care of him!" she sobbed brokenly.