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etrelibre2012-08-25 09:07 pm
rockstarwarbler) wrote in etrelibre2012-08-25 09:07 pm
[CLOSED] "Some say love it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed."
Who: Blaine Hummel-Anderson, Noah Puckerman and eventually Mike Chang
Where: The Beach, further along from the main strip
Time of Day: Around 5pm
Open or Closed: Closed for now
It was the happiest day of Blaine's life.
Bar none. There wasn't a single time in his life he could remember ever feeling this ecstatic, and he couldn't stop smiling. His faced ached, because a smile had been stuck on his face ever since he woke up that morning and he had been bouncing off the walls ever since. Kurt Hummel was his husband, and there wasn't a thing that could make life more perfect, as far as Blaine was concerned. The wedding had been beautiful. Absolute perfection. Kurt wouldn't have settled for anything less. Walden in Aurora was the only venue Kurt would consider in Ohio, and it had been booked for over a year for their special day of August 8th. Kurt had been in his element arranging that wedding. He did it all, right down to designing their suits, the invitations, and made every single wedding favour himself. They had stayed the few days before the wedding at the Walden Inn, just relaxing together and enjoying everything about the fact they were about to get married. Kurt had it all planned like a military operation, so that late in the proceedings, there had been nothing left to do but chill and enjoy every single last moment of it.
Of course, they hadn't spent the night before their wedding together. Blaine shared a room with his Best Man, Puck, and Kurt shared another with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Rachel... a sleepover reminiscent of their many back in high school with lots of giggling and squealing over the fact Kurt was finally going to marry Blaine, the love of his life, and things couldn't be more perfect. There had been lots of cuddles and happy tears, and teasing Kurt about his upcoming wedding night. It had probably been the best sleepover they ever had, and everyone went into the wedding day on cloud nine, more than ready to see their two favourite gay guys tie the knot. That morning, Kurt and Blaine got up extremely early and took the first flight out of Ohio to New York City. They legally got married at a quickie ceremony at City Hall, and were on the next plane back to Ohio for their family ceremony and reception in Ohio surrounded by family and friends. There was no other way they wanted to do it, and the timing of it all had gone off without a single hitch.
The entire day and into the evening was the epitome of wedding perfection. The grooms were so happily wrapped up in each other, and it was obvious that as they shared their first dance, no one else but each other existed in that room. But it had been Blaine's speech that had every single guest in the room in tears. He spoke about how Kurt changed his life, made him remember how to breathe and feel the warmth of the sun all over again when he was so sure he would spend the rest of his life hiding fearfully in dark corners trying to catch his breath in a world that always seemed so full of demons. That every morning he woke up with Kurt, he knew the world was a better place just because Kurt Hummel existed in it. That day, right there, was the start of their whole lives together and that he would continue to wake up every morning and thank any higher power that was listening for putting Kurt in his path that day on the spiral staircase at Dalton, and that no matter what happened, for better or for worse, they would fight it hand-in-hand together.
And now they were gathering out on the front lawn of the venue, waiting for the streth limos to arrive and drive them to the airport. They were staying at the hotel there, and would fly out for their honeymoon in Europe, staring with Paris, first thing in the morning. Kurt had just fabulously and dramatically thrown his bouquet into the sea of all his fag hags, and everyone was laughing when Rachel and Santana nearly got into a wrestling match trying to grab it, with Santana coming up trumps with a well placed nudge of Rachel ribs. It was every fag for herself at that moment. Blaine broke away from where he had been standing with Puck and the rest of his groomsmen (he had needed to gather a guy for every hag Kurt wanted for his bridesmaids) and raced up to Kurt. He wrapped his arms around his knew husband, his years of boxing training meaning it was an easy action, and spun him around with a grin. "I love you, Kurt Hummel-Anderson!" he declared loudly. Once they stopped spinning and he set Kurt back on his feet, he captured Kurt's lips in a deep and passionate kiss, right there in front of everyone. When they broke apart, they were laughing and Kurt had stumbled back a little, swept off his feet to shoot his dad and Carole a bright grin.
It all happened so quickly. Too quickly. No one could ever have seen it coming. No one could ever have predicted it. There was a screech of tyres on the drive a short distance away and three sharp gunshots echoed through the air in the wake. There was screams, and people tried to dive down in reflex of the horrible sudden noise. At first, no one even knew what happened. There was these horrible handful of seconds that seemed to tick by in stifled, silent slow motion before a sound more horrible than the gunshots themselves rang through the air.
Blaine's scream.
It was terrified, it was pleading, and it was followed by an awful begging wail of Kurt's name. He dropped down to his knees on the grass, his arms viced around his new husband who crumped in a broken mess against him. Kurt and Blaine's matching pearlescent suits were splattered and soaked in bright red blood. Kurt was unconscious, head slumped against Blaine's chest as Blaine clawed at Kurt's waistcoat trying to get it off him as he screamed and begged at Kurt to wake up. At least, that was how it started. It went from feeling like it was in slow motion to feeling like the fast-forward button had been hit. Someone was shouting to check Kurt's pulse and call 911, and Burt fell to his knees beside his bleeding son and his blood-soaked son-in-law to check for Kurt's pulse and breathing. People were screaming around them, and whoever had done this had peeled out of the parking lot as soon as they had entered it.
There was no pulse, there was no breath. There was no hope of the paramedics getting there for at least a few minutes. "NO! KURT! NO, DON'T YOU DIE! DON'T YOU LEAVE ME! WAKE UP, KURT! PLEASE, PLEASE, BABY! PLEASE WAKE UP! KURT!" Blaine screamed, the begging getting more loud and through his choked up panic as he shook Kurt in his arms. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as Burt tried to battle Kurt's broken form from Blaine's arms but Blaine had a vice-like hold around Kurt's slender and bleeding body as he horrifically through his distressed screams and pleading.
"He's gone... he's gone," was all Carole could get out after trying to resuscitate Kurt in Blaine's arms the best should could without response.
There was a crushed and distraught cry from her husband, who knelt there gaping at his son's body in horror. But all Blaine could do was was shake his head, gripping onto Kurt even tighter, with a grip that actually fractured one of Kurt's ribs, and over and over again, begged Kurt not to die and not leave him, to wake up, to stop scaring him and stop joking. Blaine's hands and arms were soaked and smeared in Kurt's blood and his wedding suit was slicked up against his body from it.
And then he felt forward heavily. His blood sodden hands falling into hot sand that his elbows soon hit too when his arms went from being engulfed with his husband to emptiness. A horrible, sickening bolt of fear shot through Blaine and he screamed in terror, looking around to try and see who taken Kurt away from him. Where was Burt? Carole? Puck? What had they done with Kurt?! "KURT! KURT! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE! HE NEEDS AN AMBULANCE! PLEASE! HE'S HURT! KURT! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screamed, his terrified shouts ringing out across the beach to be heard as far as the resort and beyond.
Where: The Beach, further along from the main strip
Time of Day: Around 5pm
Open or Closed: Closed for now
It was the happiest day of Blaine's life.
Bar none. There wasn't a single time in his life he could remember ever feeling this ecstatic, and he couldn't stop smiling. His faced ached, because a smile had been stuck on his face ever since he woke up that morning and he had been bouncing off the walls ever since. Kurt Hummel was his husband, and there wasn't a thing that could make life more perfect, as far as Blaine was concerned. The wedding had been beautiful. Absolute perfection. Kurt wouldn't have settled for anything less. Walden in Aurora was the only venue Kurt would consider in Ohio, and it had been booked for over a year for their special day of August 8th. Kurt had been in his element arranging that wedding. He did it all, right down to designing their suits, the invitations, and made every single wedding favour himself. They had stayed the few days before the wedding at the Walden Inn, just relaxing together and enjoying everything about the fact they were about to get married. Kurt had it all planned like a military operation, so that late in the proceedings, there had been nothing left to do but chill and enjoy every single last moment of it.
Of course, they hadn't spent the night before their wedding together. Blaine shared a room with his Best Man, Puck, and Kurt shared another with Quinn, Mercedes, Santana, Tina, and Rachel... a sleepover reminiscent of their many back in high school with lots of giggling and squealing over the fact Kurt was finally going to marry Blaine, the love of his life, and things couldn't be more perfect. There had been lots of cuddles and happy tears, and teasing Kurt about his upcoming wedding night. It had probably been the best sleepover they ever had, and everyone went into the wedding day on cloud nine, more than ready to see their two favourite gay guys tie the knot. That morning, Kurt and Blaine got up extremely early and took the first flight out of Ohio to New York City. They legally got married at a quickie ceremony at City Hall, and were on the next plane back to Ohio for their family ceremony and reception in Ohio surrounded by family and friends. There was no other way they wanted to do it, and the timing of it all had gone off without a single hitch.
The entire day and into the evening was the epitome of wedding perfection. The grooms were so happily wrapped up in each other, and it was obvious that as they shared their first dance, no one else but each other existed in that room. But it had been Blaine's speech that had every single guest in the room in tears. He spoke about how Kurt changed his life, made him remember how to breathe and feel the warmth of the sun all over again when he was so sure he would spend the rest of his life hiding fearfully in dark corners trying to catch his breath in a world that always seemed so full of demons. That every morning he woke up with Kurt, he knew the world was a better place just because Kurt Hummel existed in it. That day, right there, was the start of their whole lives together and that he would continue to wake up every morning and thank any higher power that was listening for putting Kurt in his path that day on the spiral staircase at Dalton, and that no matter what happened, for better or for worse, they would fight it hand-in-hand together.
And now they were gathering out on the front lawn of the venue, waiting for the streth limos to arrive and drive them to the airport. They were staying at the hotel there, and would fly out for their honeymoon in Europe, staring with Paris, first thing in the morning. Kurt had just fabulously and dramatically thrown his bouquet into the sea of all his fag hags, and everyone was laughing when Rachel and Santana nearly got into a wrestling match trying to grab it, with Santana coming up trumps with a well placed nudge of Rachel ribs. It was every fag for herself at that moment. Blaine broke away from where he had been standing with Puck and the rest of his groomsmen (he had needed to gather a guy for every hag Kurt wanted for his bridesmaids) and raced up to Kurt. He wrapped his arms around his knew husband, his years of boxing training meaning it was an easy action, and spun him around with a grin. "I love you, Kurt Hummel-Anderson!" he declared loudly. Once they stopped spinning and he set Kurt back on his feet, he captured Kurt's lips in a deep and passionate kiss, right there in front of everyone. When they broke apart, they were laughing and Kurt had stumbled back a little, swept off his feet to shoot his dad and Carole a bright grin.
It all happened so quickly. Too quickly. No one could ever have seen it coming. No one could ever have predicted it. There was a screech of tyres on the drive a short distance away and three sharp gunshots echoed through the air in the wake. There was screams, and people tried to dive down in reflex of the horrible sudden noise. At first, no one even knew what happened. There was these horrible handful of seconds that seemed to tick by in stifled, silent slow motion before a sound more horrible than the gunshots themselves rang through the air.
Blaine's scream.
It was terrified, it was pleading, and it was followed by an awful begging wail of Kurt's name. He dropped down to his knees on the grass, his arms viced around his new husband who crumped in a broken mess against him. Kurt and Blaine's matching pearlescent suits were splattered and soaked in bright red blood. Kurt was unconscious, head slumped against Blaine's chest as Blaine clawed at Kurt's waistcoat trying to get it off him as he screamed and begged at Kurt to wake up. At least, that was how it started. It went from feeling like it was in slow motion to feeling like the fast-forward button had been hit. Someone was shouting to check Kurt's pulse and call 911, and Burt fell to his knees beside his bleeding son and his blood-soaked son-in-law to check for Kurt's pulse and breathing. People were screaming around them, and whoever had done this had peeled out of the parking lot as soon as they had entered it.
There was no pulse, there was no breath. There was no hope of the paramedics getting there for at least a few minutes. "NO! KURT! NO, DON'T YOU DIE! DON'T YOU LEAVE ME! WAKE UP, KURT! PLEASE, PLEASE, BABY! PLEASE WAKE UP! KURT!" Blaine screamed, the begging getting more loud and through his choked up panic as he shook Kurt in his arms. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as Burt tried to battle Kurt's broken form from Blaine's arms but Blaine had a vice-like hold around Kurt's slender and bleeding body as he horrifically through his distressed screams and pleading.
"He's gone... he's gone," was all Carole could get out after trying to resuscitate Kurt in Blaine's arms the best should could without response.
There was a crushed and distraught cry from her husband, who knelt there gaping at his son's body in horror. But all Blaine could do was was shake his head, gripping onto Kurt even tighter, with a grip that actually fractured one of Kurt's ribs, and over and over again, begged Kurt not to die and not leave him, to wake up, to stop scaring him and stop joking. Blaine's hands and arms were soaked and smeared in Kurt's blood and his wedding suit was slicked up against his body from it.
And then he felt forward heavily. His blood sodden hands falling into hot sand that his elbows soon hit too when his arms went from being engulfed with his husband to emptiness. A horrible, sickening bolt of fear shot through Blaine and he screamed in terror, looking around to try and see who taken Kurt away from him. Where was Burt? Carole? Puck? What had they done with Kurt?! "KURT! KURT! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE! HE NEEDS AN AMBULANCE! PLEASE! HE'S HURT! KURT! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screamed, his terrified shouts ringing out across the beach to be heard as far as the resort and beyond.