Sun. It first peaks through your window in the early morning, a deep orange, and then brighter. When you look out the window, the houses and trees all around look two dimensional, and totally black. The sky is blue on the edges, but the sun is starting to jump up into the air. For those who stay in bed, the sun starts to pour into you window like a thick fog, nature's own alarm clock.

This was the first time in about a week that the sun had done this. The lower half of Mercedes body was on the floor, and the other half was on the bed, still asleep. When the sun escaped through one of the holes in her drapes, it slapped her leg with a sting. There was a knock on her door, making her head pop up and throw a glare at it. Then it opened, letting her mother bustle inside with her black clothes on.

"Baby girl, you have to get up." She said, rubbing Mercedes back with her long nails, which was very useful when she had an itch she couldn't reach. "Staying in bed won't make this go away."

"I know, I know." Mercedes said, sitting up

"Then get in the shower and get dressed. I don't want to be late." Her mother said, patting her on the back harshly, which made Mercedes jump up and get into the bathroom.

Even though her water temperature was set to boiling level whenever she took a shower, it felt freezing. She didn't blast the radio, which always woke up and annoyed her brother Anthony, who had been visiting from college. She just cried. There were so many tears that even the water from the shower looked small.

The same went for Santana. But, she didn't wake up in her bed. She woke up in Will's. She was strewn across it, her nose twitching. That was how she slept; with her nose twitching and her ears sometimes wiggled. Her caramel colored skin was surrounded by white pillows and sheets, twisting and turning around her.

She had been dreaming about being on the beach with Will. The sun making her already perfectly tanned skin even more tan, wearing her Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses proudly on the tip of her nose. Will would be sitting right beside her, his abs proudly on display for the world to see, but only for Santana to have. Then they both got up, took off their bathing suits, and put on wedding clothes. Santana always wanted a sleeveless, flowing dress that was pink, but very faint; sort of like the one Avril Lavigne had. There was a hibiscus flower in her hair, fresh and sweet, and she wasn't wearing any shoes. The priest said "If there are any objections to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace." Santana had too much pride, so she said when she got married the priest would have to say that, and see how many of her past boyfriends came running.

There was a large crowd in the audience, smiling in their best clothes. Then, they evaporated into the air, leaving only Will, Santana, and the priest. But now there was someone else walking down the aisle. Her hair fell to her shoulders gently, swirls on the end like a Disney Princess, and a white halter wedding dress. She had the exact same hibiscus flower in her hair, and no shoes on. It was Brittany. She ran up and kissed Santana on the lips, and then stepped back, and said:

"You can't be in love with both of us. You must chose."

She looked between them both, for a very long while. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. How could she choose? Will was smart, charming, sexy, a great singer, a wonderful dancer, and a wild romantic-and her teacher. Brittany was funny, partially because of how stupid she was, beautiful, was a better dancer than Mike Chang and Will combined, but she was also a girl. Now the question was this: Would she rather have Will accused of rape and her accused for trading sex for grades, or would she rather date Brittany and be called a dyke by the rest of the student body?

"How am I supposed to fucking choose? I love the both of you! And why the hell are you here? This is my dream!" Santana cried to Brittany

Then, another figure appeared, only this one was golden and shiny, and had a boyish outline, with hands at his hips and perfectly styled hair. This dazzling figure was Kurt. He looked-indescribable. Santana and Brittany had read Breaking Dawn together, so she could help Brittany with the words, and they said that Bella's body was changed significantly, and the words "beautiful" and "tear worthy beauty" was the world's biggest understatement. This is what happened to Kurt when he died.

"Maybe," Kurt said, taking Brittany's hand and placing it on Santana's left hand "I shot Will," he separated Santana's right hand from Will's "For a reason." Then, Will's face started to look sad, then droopy, and then he disappeared.

"No!" Santana cried, reaching out for him. Except Brittany held her had back tightly. "NO!" Brittany started to shake her "NO!" Santana cried out again. Brittany shook her even more aggressively "NO!"

"Santana!" Her eyes burst open to see that Will was the person who was shaking her. She sat up quickly and hung onto his neck, crying. "Why are you crying baby?"

"Holy shit..." She whispered

"What?"

"I had a bad dream..." she cried into his shoulder

"Tell me."

"Kurt was there, and so was Brittany, and you were there too."

"What else?"

Santana bit her lip. She didn't want to tell Will that she thought she was in love with someone else besides him, she especially didn't want to tell him that it was Brittany Pierce. She wanted to erase that god damned dream out of her mind. She had successfully had no lustful or lovey-dovey thoughts about Brittany for three months, and she knew that if she started to think about her again that she would fall in love with her for the second time, and leave Will in the dust.

"He shot you again."

"Speaking of which," Will said, pulling away so he could look at Santana "I have to meet up with the detective after the funeral, so I'll need to drop you out. Are your parent back from Spain yet?"

"No, not for a couple of days. And why the hell is there a detective on this case?" She asked, slipping on her underwear and getting dressed in her best clothes, which was once again requested for the funeral. It was the same dress Brittany was wearing in the dream. "Kurt shot two people and then he killed himself. What else is there to know?"

"I don't know. For some reason they always have detectives when there is a suicide." He said, putting on his tie. He fumbled with it a little bit, the shot messed with his hands a little.

"Here," Santana got up and straightened it out for him.

"Thanks." He chuckled. "I got this for you too," He said reaching into his coat pocket and taking out a flower clip. It was a hibiscus flower clip. "It looks so good on you!" He said, placing it in her dark chocolate brown hair.

"Tell me you love me." Santana said, growing deathly serious as she looked straight into Will's eyes.

"What?" Will laughed "Of course I do!"

"Say it." She said, the sun reflecting off of her lip gloss

Will leaned down, and kissed her tenderly on the lips for a minute, and looked back deeply into her eyes with the same serious expression on his face. Then he said in a hushed tone, like when he's finishing one of his lectures to the glee club "I honestly love you." And he kissed her again.

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"I can't believe we're doing this." Tina said, jumping out of the car and taking Mike's arm "Going to Kurt's funeral I mean."

"Neither can I." said Puck, who had just gotten out of his car. He had never worn a suit before, unless you count the four times that the glee club forced him into uniform for sectionals and regionals.

"I'm still in a state of shock." Mike shook his head "I mean, it just doesn't sound like something that Kurt would do."

"Hey guys." Artie said as Quinn wheeled him over, with Rachel following close behind

"Where's Sam, Rachel?" Puck asked

"Um, I-I don't know."

"You told me that he was driving you here. He is your boyfriend and all."

"We had a fight okay. Just drop it." She said, folding her arms across her chest and storming inside. Quinn stopped mid-stroll, and ran after her, leaving Artie right in the middle of the parking lot. The other kids didn't notice until they all bumped into him and fell flat on their faces.

"Rachel?" Quinn called after her. Rachel turned around, tears starting to well up in her eyes

"This has been the worst month of my life. First i lose Kurt, we almost lose Mr. Schue, I lose Sam-"

"You've got me." Quinn replied, taking her hand and walking over to the casket

A lot of people would trash talk about Lima all the time, and one of the things they said that it was where you go to die. The main inhabitance were old people in nursing homes, and those creepy nurses who some people swore would kill off their charge because they wanted to "get fresh" with them. So, there were so many dead people that there was no longer room underground to bury the dead. There were about five crypts build, eagerly awaiting to be filled. That was where Kurt was to be laid to rest.

"Santana," Brittany walked over to her

"Yeah?"

"I'm confused."

"About what?" She whispered, thinking it was about their relationship

"Kurt." Brittany had only been to one funeral, when she was four. She didn't know what was going on, and she could barely remember it now.

"What about?"

"Why isn't he here?" Santana's eyes bugged out, and then narrowed. Santana almost laughed. How was it possible that Brittany could be so obtuse and oblivious to the situation that had unfolded right in front of her?

"Because he's dead, Brittany." Tears pinched the crooks of her eyes, and she let them. No one was around to see her cry

"I know that." Brittany laughed

"Then what are you asking me?"

"He's an angel. He should be here. Every angel gets to see their funeral, to show them how loved they are." She smiled that idiotic smile.

"Oh." Santana didn't really know how to respond to that "Well, if you see him, tell him I'm sorry for ragging on him all of those times. And tell him that I know that it doesn't make up for it, and that it's really shallow to say sorry only after he took his life, but I mean it."

"Okay." Brittany then skipped away, leaving behind some light in Santana's eyes.

Then, that same golden outline appeared. Kurt was gorgeous, and smiling. He was dressed in a nice suit, he had always loved the show How I Met Your Mother because of the character Barney, and how he always looked fashionable in a suit. "Thank you." And he was gone again. This time, Santana knew he wouldn't appear again, and the tears that were stored in her eyes erupted and kissed her cheeks.

The immediate family rode in a limousine. Kurt would have loved to do that, looking rich and powerful. Finn thought But he made the choice to never let that happen, the coward. "Coward..." he muttered to himself

"Finn!" His mother scolded

"Sorry mom." Finn apologized. But he wasn't. Why should he? Kurt couldn't man up and face his problems, so he just blasted them away with a gun. That's real manly. He couldn't have just ruined Karofsky's life by telling the school about how he was gay, he had to shoot himself. Kurt the cowardly lion.

Burt took all of his strength, and aimed it towards not totally breaking down. Burt had cried so much the past few days that he would get sick. He always told Kurt that real men don't cry, but he always let Kurt cry. He still wouldn't cry.

The crypt was very big and tall, intimidating to Finn. He saw Kurt's casket, and he still couldn't grasp being there. It felt like a bad dream, a terrible nightmare. As they started to raise him and put him in the casket, everyone was crying, even Finn and Burt. After it was over, Burt remained at the crypt.

"No, no! I'm staying here with my son!" Burt cried

"Burt," Carol cooed

"I'm staying with my son!" He wouldn't budge. Finn signaled Mike and Puck to come over and help him drag Burt away. He couldn't stop looking at Kurt's tomb, so he looked around, trying to distract his mind from the pain, and saw a figure lingering behind a tombstone. Finn knew who it was immediately. The broad shoulders, curly hair, and grim face. He stormed over to the tombstone and hit him furiously, and the boy let himself be hit.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Finn beat him up repeatedly "Why are you here you murderer?"

"Paying my respects," Karofsky spit up some blood

"You have no respect! No one respects you and you respect no one! You're the one who should be dead! You drove Kurt to this! You were gay so to cover it up you teased him and harassed him and shit all over him! And then you kissed him! No wonder he hated you, you fucking hypocrite!" Finn's knuckles started to bleed, and he still beat up Karofsky

"FINN!" The glee kids rushed to his side

"Finn you'll kill him!" Mercedes shrieked

"That's-the-point!" Finn said between beatings. He was going crazy.

"No!" Blaine said, rushing in front of Karofsky and taking one of the hits "You're no better than him if you beat him to death! Besides," He said turning to Karofsky to look at his mangled body, which was almost lifeless "He's not worth it."

The only people who remained at the crypt were Will and Santana, her head resting on his shoulder. He traced his hand over the block with Kurt's name on it. Kurt Hummel. It seemed to glow in Will's eyes. "I'll see you later." He patted the block

"What do you mean?" Santana asked, puzzled "He's gone, forever."

"I'll see him later, in heaven." and he kissed Santana on the lips, already feeling like he was in heaven.