"Problem, Kurt?" He asked, sipping from his mug.

Kurt sighed, leaning against the island. "Yes and no." He answered. "Where did you put my stuff? You know, the things I packed away after the accident? Thing's I wanted to throw away, but Carole convinced you to save."

Burt sat in an almost shocked-like state before rising from his seat to retrieve said boxes from the basement. With random enthusiasm, he brought up almost everything he could carry.

"I just need the music, dad." Kurt told him, his eyes wide with the amount of things his father carried. He knew Burt was stronger, having gotten even stronger from his heart attack, but most of these boxes were filled with clothes and magazines; they had to of weighted a ton!

"Oh. Sorry, got a little carried away, I guess. Um, here!" Burt pushed forward two large boxes, each filled with records and CD's from Kurt's past. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want any of these? The last time you even mentioned them was the day we packed them away."

"Blaine's decided to be my somewhat guardian angel slash mentor and is trying to get me into all the things I used to be. A couple days ago he dragged me to the mall."

"You? To the mall? I can't even get you to go Christmas shopping with me!"

"Yeah, well, he can be wildly persuasive. So first was shopping, and now he's making me listen to my old music. He's even coming over to make sure I actually do it. I swear, part of me thinks he actually believes he can make some kind of change. Anyway, I better brings these upstairs; he'll be here any minute."

Kurt took a hold of the boxes and headed back upstairs.

"Hey, Kurt!" Burt called after him. Kurt leaned back, looking over his shoulder. "That Blaine . . . he's a pretty good kid."

"I know," Kurt said, "That's the problem!"

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Ten minutes later, Blaine showed up. He was wearing the blazer he had bought at the mall, and a matching tie. He had no particular reason for it, aside for his fetish for them. Kurt found this highly amusing, of course. After giving permission, Blaine started going through the boxes of music. There were records of Judy Garland, Barbra Streisand, and even Patti LuPone. He found all different movie soundtracks, such as Westside Story, The Sound Of Music, and several Broadway soundtracks, such as Evita and Wicked.

Other CD's of artist such as Madonna, Lady Gaga, Britney Spears, and songs from the comedic dance duo, Fred and Ginger. It was an amazing stash and Blaine was surprised Kurt could give it all up so easily.

"So, what should we listen to first?" He asked cheerfully, folding his hands perfectly against his lap.

"Your idea, you choose."

Blaine thought for a second, shuffling through the boxes blindly before coming up with something. It was a blank CD with the words "SENIOR YEAR" written across it with permanent marker. Shrugging, Blaine placed it into CD player, and a few seconds later, the music began. It was a Yeah Yeah Yeahs song mixed with some Michael Jackson.

"This ain't half bad."

Kurt remained still, his face pale. "C-can you switch CD's please?"

Blaine stopped the player, opening the flap, and waited for the CD to stop spinning. "Something the matter?"

"That was the CD I made for my graduation party. The one I didn't get to play, seeing as I didn't have a party, nor attend graduation. I'd rather not listen to it."

"Oh. Okay. Hey! There's a DVD in here. 'GLEE FAVORITES'?"

"No!" Kurt jumped, taking the DVD from Blaine's hand. "This is to never be heard! Just . . . Forget you even saw it!" Tossing the disk into his draw, Kurt hurried back to his bed, muzzling through the box, searching for any other CD's he didn't want played.

"Kurt, we're doing this so you can get better. We have to listen to something."

"Baby steps, remember?" He stated, giving Blaine a small, warning look. Pulling out one of the Britney CD's, he handed it to Blaine, and told him to play it.

"She's gotten much better as the years went on." Blaine said. "Though I'm more of a Katy Perry guy myself."

"I heard a snippet of her song "Hold It Against Me". . . ." Kurt shook his head slowly, sighing heavily. He missed his music and he missed it bad. "We actually performed a Britney song in Glee."

"Oh?"

"'Toxic'? Our teacher wasn't very thrilled about it. It kind of started a sex riot in the gym."

"Sex riot?" Blaine mimicked.

"Come to think of it, a lot of our performances started riots. . . ."

"Boy do I wish I went to your school! I was in an acapella group back at my private school. We, uh, we were pretty much rock stars."

"Oh really now?"

"I guess you could say I carried my love for acapella music with me. It made me a hit at the park."

"How are the Warblers doing?"

"Fantastic. They miss you, though. They keep asking me when I'm gonna bring you around again."

"Tell them to be patient and maybe I'll make a surprise appearance."

Blaine smiled, allowing the conversation to end. They finished off Britney and went straight into Madonna, then Gaga. They had to cut the lady off, as it was just too much for Kurt. He used to be such a big fan, and listening to her music after everything that happened was just too painful.

So instead he went straight into the Broadway songs and Fred and Ginger CD's. He tried to spice it up a bit and get Kurt to dance around with him, but it seemed like an ill-fated idea. Whether he knew the lyrics or not, Kurt had no intention on singing along nor spinning around like an idiot with Blaine.

"Heaven! I'm in heaven! And my heart beat's so that I can hardly speak! Come on, Kurt, join me!"

Grabbing his hand, Blaine pulled Kurt off the bed and stood in front of him. Holding both now, Blaine moved side to side, trying to get Kurt to dance. It wasn't working, of course, and just made them both look silly and awkward. But that, of course, didn't stop Blaine of smiling and singing.

"And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek!"

"Alright, you had your fun, now let me go." Kurt argued.

"Oh, the fun's only begun. Come on, Kurt, where is your soul? Listen to that sax! It's great!"

"Yes, yes. It's very lovely." Ripping his hands away, Kurt strutted back to his bed. "Now, go bug off."

"Oh, I'd love to go out fishing, in a river or a creek, but I don't enjoy it half as much, as dancing cheek to cheek!" Rushing over, Blaine pulled Kurt back just before he could sit, causing Kurt to call back against him. "Dance with me, I want my arm about you. That charm, about you, will carry, me through - to heaven! I'm in heaven!"

"You'll be in a lot of pain soon if you don't let me go!" Kurt gritted through his teeth, trying to shake away from the singing wonder.

Taking his hand, Blaine spun Kurt around so he would face him, and pulled him close, slamming their chests together.

"And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together swinging cheek to cheek!"

Releasing him, Blaine started dancing around, doing his best interpretations of swing dancing as he could. Kurt could help but to laugh with amusement. For the second time, Blaine grabbed his hand, intending to spin Kurt around, though this time, Kurt allowed him, his laughter growing stronger from having almost hit into his dresser.

Smiling, he watched as Blaine jumped up on his bed, continuing to dance and sing, not caring how crazy and loony he looked. For a split second, Kurt felt something he almost new to him: sheer joy and affection.

"And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together dancing - out together dancing - oooouuutttt together dancing cheeeeek to cheeeeek!"

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Burt sat in the living room, humming along softly to the loud music coming from upstairs. Carole, who was just now coming home from work, nearly covered her ears due to the volume of it.

"What's going on?" She asked Burt.

"Blaine and Kurt are listening to music." He told her.

"What?" She called out.

"Blaine and Kurt are listening to music!" He repeated louder.

"Oh! This music? I thought Kurt hated this stuff!"

"I guess he changed his mind!" He shrugged. "Wanna dance?"

Laughing, Carole took her husband hand and began to slowly swing. Maybe things weren't gonna be so bad after all.