Blaine absently pressed the play button on his ipod, put his headphones in, and turned the
volume up all the way, until his ears screamed. This had become his nightly routine, in the hours between getting his homework done (and eating dinner) and the time it took for Kurt to skype him, Blaine would pop in his headphones and let the music split his eardrums not caring about anything else for the moment, except for the extreme pain he felt at Kurt’s absence. The words surrounded him, and he would let them slip out of his mouth. He had created two separate playlist one labeled “Not Kurt” and the other “Kurt Only”, the idea behind the creation had been reserving “Kurt Only” for when he was alone and missing Kurt, and “Not Kurt” was so that no songs would come on in someone’s presence and make him freak out. Blaine shut his eyes as the second song began, “I got your runaway smile in my piggy bank baby, gonna cash right in for a new Mercedes.”
Blaine sighed inwardly, letting the loud electric guitar bleed his ears and taking in each breath, I can sympathize with you there buddy, he thought as the lead singer sang the line, “Got a first class ticket to a night all alone, and a front row seat parked right by the phone.” Blaine felt his warm sea-salt-y tears track down his cheeks as the song played on. He hated feeling like this, hated letting the loneliness and missing-Kurt have him over. But it was the only way, he allowed himself these two hours a day to be completely broken beyond repair, before putting himself back together and presentable. He had tried initially, to be strong all the time, to completely ignore the hurt and loss he felt whenever he only saw Kurt over a computer screen. It hadn’t gone very well.
Blaine sank into the pillows, allowing the misery to have him, and when the line, “Thinkin’ how you left me for dead, California bound,” runs through, he mentally edits it to “Thinkin’ how you left me for dead, New York bound. It slowly gives him an idea, he moves to his laptop, googling the lyrics. Slowly he begins to edit them to fit his needs, which really just involves changing a word here or there. He follows by googling the chords and they seem easy enough. By the time he gets the text from Kurt to skype him in ten minutes, he’s got his whole little presentation ready.
He accepts the call and smiles as Kurt pops up, but Kurt says, “Blaine? Honey, have you been crying?” Shit. Blaine had completely forgot about the redness and his wet cheeks, he smiled, “Yeah. But I’m good now. I actually wanted to show you something, if you don’t mind?” Kurt smiled back at him, “Alright. But are you sure you’re okay?” Blaine flashed him his most convincing grin, “Only way I’d be better is if you were here.” Kurt’s face fell a little and Blaine scrambled, “No, babe, no i didn’t mean it like that. Look I’m great. Okay? How’re you?” Kurt brushed his cheek with the cuff of his sweater, “I’m...so much better now that I’m talking to you.” Blaine lifts a knowing eyebrow, “Rough day?” Kurt nods, Blaine makes a silly face and Kurt laughs, Blaine reaches for his guitar, “Well maybe this will make it better.”

Blaine looks down at the desk where he’s printed out the chords, and begins to play softly, and after the opening notes he begins to sing, “I got your runaway smile in my piggy bank baby, gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes, you were worth a hundred thousand miles. But you had to go a while. I got your little brown shirt in my bottom drawer baby and your little white tank in my top drawer, you were always leaving your shit around. Now you’re gone without a sound.” Blaine smiles apologetically at Kurt, realizing this could probably make him feel insanely guilty. But Blaine plays on.
Yeah I’m the first to fall, and the last to know, where’d you go?
Now I’m heels over head, I’m hangin’ upside down
Thinkin’ how you left me for dead--Blaine cringes--New York bound
I’ve got a first class ticket to a night all alone, and a front row seat parked right by the phone---Blaine smiles hopefully at Kurt--Cause you’re always on my mind, now I’m runnin’ out of time
I’ve got your hair in my pillow and your smell in my sheets
And it makes me think about you with the snow--Blaine hopes Kurt gets it--in your feet
Is it all you thought it’d be? You mean everything to me.
But I’m the first to fall and the last to know, where’d you go?
Now I’m heels over head, I’m hangin’ upside down,
Thinkin’ how you left me for dead New York bound
And when you hit the coast, I hope you think of me
And how I’m stuck here with the ghost--Blaine’s glad he changed the lyrics--of what we still are
Burnin’ bridges baby, burnin’ bridges,
Makin’ wishes, yeah you’re burnin’ bridges baby, burnin bridges, makin’ wishes
You’re Burnin’ bridges baby, burnin’ bridges, makin’ wishes, yeah you’re burnin’ bridges baby, burnin’ bridges, makin’ wishes,
You’re a chance taker
Heartbreaker, got me wrapped around your finger
Chance taker, heartbreaker, got me wrapped around your finger
I got your runaway smile in the piggy bank baby, gonna cash it right in for a new Mercedes
If I drive a hundred thousand miles, would you let me stay a while?
Now I’m heels over head, I’m hangin’ upside down,
Thinkin’ how you left me for dead, New York Bound
And when you hit the coast, I hope you think of me,
And how I’m stuck here with the ghost of what we still are
Now I’m heels over head, I’m hangin’ upside down
Thinkin’ how you left me for dead, New York bound
And when you hit the coast, maybe you’ll finally see
And then you’ll turn it all around and come back for me.

At the end of the song, Blaine looked at Kurt, who had a hand pressed to his lips as tears streamed down his face. Blaine reached a hand out to Kurt as he set the guitar down, “Kurt honey, please don’t cry. Please don’t.” Kurt nodded, but was at a loss to stop the tears, “Is that...do you really feel...abandoned?” Blaine shook his head, “No, no of course not. Never. No. I just miss you like hell and I had my music on earlier...and...well that happened.” Kurt smiled brokenly, “I miss you.” Blaine tried to grin in return, “I miss you too. Tell ya what, when I see you next week I’ll be sure to have it improved.” Kurt grinned for real now, “I fully expect a choreographed dance number complete with backup vocals.” Blaine laughed, “I’ll see what I can talk Brittany in to.” Kurt smiled and put a hand up to the screen, and Blaine mirrored the movement. They couldn’t touch each other, but this was close enough.

They held each other’s eyes for a very long moment when Blaine finally broke the silence, “I sold it.” Kurt gives him a confused look, “Sold what?” Blaine grins, “My first class ticket to a night all alone.” Kurt beams, “Yeah, me too.”