Kurt struggled opening the door with the vase of roses in his arms, but he managed. He had contemplated seriously about throwing the roses out the instant he received them. He settled for throwing the note away. It didn't satisfy him as much as he hoped it would, but it helped, and he couldn't stand the idea of throwing away perfectly good flowers. A part of him was even pleased that Blaine remembered the red and yellow color scheme Kurt had started the previous year. He tossed his keys on the counter and put the flowers down next to him just as Rachel walked into the room.

"What are those?" she asked and pointed to the roses.

"Apology roses from my adulterer," Kurt replied with a glance at the roses. "I couldn't bring myself to throw them away."

"Oh, baby, come here," Rachel said and pulled Kurt into a hug. He had to sniffle back tears. He didn't want to cry, but it was hard not to when he was being comforted. "How you doing?"

Kurt just looked at her, and the look was enough. He wasn't doing well. Blaine had been gone two days, and Kurt was still randomly going into crying fits and still sleeping cuddled up to the pillow that still smelled like Blaine. He also wasn't any closer to making a decision about what he wanted. He had been ignoring all calls and texts from Blaine and was automatically deleting any e-mail from him without opening it.

"I'll be fine," Kurt said. "How about you?"

"I'll be fine," Rachel replied with a fake smile.

Kurt knew Rachel too well for her to lie to him about how she was doing. He had heard her crying periodically, seen how her makeup had bled, but he knew she didn't want to talk about it so he didn't push and let her lie to him. After all, he was doing the same thing to her.

"Come on," she said grabbing a carton of ice cream from the freezer and two spoons.

Kurt groaned. "What are we doing?"

"We are going to go in the living room and watch RENT and sing along with all the songs," she replied with a grin. "And we're going to eat a ton of comfort food while we're at it."

"Oh, yeah, great, Blaine didn't want me enough before so let's add ten pounds of fat and see if that helps." Kurt meant for it to come out light hearted, like he was trying to make a joke of the situation, but it came out bitter.

"It wasn't like that, sweetie," she said with sad eyes. "I'm not saying I forgive him for what he did or even that I understand why he did it, but we both know it wasn't because he didn't want you."

Kurt sighed. He thought he did know that it wasn't because Blaine didn't want him. He had made it very clear in the past that he did want him, and there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Blaine would have rather been with him. But the fact that Blaine couldn't wait to be with him did cause him to question just how much Blaine wanted him. Could he really want him as much as he claimed if he went elsewhere?

Kurt sighed. "I don't know."

"Well, I do," Rachel said. "Trust me."

Rachel walked over to Kurt and put an arm around him. She led him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. She put the ice cream down next to him and went to go start the movie. Kurt opened the ice cream while he waited and took the first bite. When Rachel got back to the couch, he handed her the other spoon and they ate their ice cream and watched the movie. They didn't burst into song as strongly as they normally did, but they still sang along and enjoyed the movie. A night of wallowing in pity was exactly what both of them needed.

Kurt went to his room after the movie was over. His room was a mess so he turned his IPOD on shuffle and started rummaging through all the items on his floor and scattered across his dresser. It was working as a good distraction until Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" came on. Just my luck, Kurt thought as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

Even before the other night that song always reminded Kurt of Blaine because it was the first song he ever heard Blaine sing, the first day they met. Of course, it didn't help that Blaine loved to sing that song. Blaine sang that song to him without any instruments after the first time they had sex, when they were just laying together in Blaine's bed, and a few different nights after that. Kurt had actually even heard Blaine's piano version of the song before the time at Call Backs. Blaine had done that song that way for Kurt when he found out he didn't get into NYADA. He liked the song slower, and he loved Blaine's voice with that song.

Kurt started the song over when it ended and that caused danger lights to flash for Rachel. She walked into Kurt's room and saw him sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes closed, listening to the song.

"Kurt…" Rachel started, but she didn't know what to say.

"It's not the same," Kurt said and opened his eyes. His voice was empty, like he wasn't feeling anything as he spoke, but of course that wasn't true. "This version, it's not the same as when he sings it. You have no idea what I would do to hear him sing this song right now."

"Wouldn't that just make you even more upset?"

"Maybe, or maybe it would help me figure out if I could go without ever hearing him sing to me again."

Kurt took a deep, slow breath and swallowed around a lump in his throat. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he was fighting like hell to keep them from falling. He really didn't want to cry. He had cried enough about the situation to last him a life time. He felt like he deserved one day off from crying. He wasn't sure whether he was going to get his day off or not, but he was going to try really hard for it.

"What am I going to do, Rachel?" Kurt asked.

"What do you want to do?" she responded as she sat next to him on his bed.

"I don't know. I don't know if I'll be able to forgive him." Kurt had to take another breath in his continuous fight against tears. "But I still love him. I don't know how to imagine my life without him in it." Rachel went into hug him, but he pulled away quickly like she would burn him. "Please don't hug me. I know you're just trying to be comforting and trying to help, but if you hug me, I'm going to cry, and I really don't want to cry."

"Okay, okay," Rachel said while raising her hands up as if to show she was unarmed. "No hugging."

Kurt visibly relaxed when Rachel said she wouldn't hug him. He loved her, and he knew she was trying to help, but he could never not cry when he was comforted. "Thanks."

"Do you really think hearing him sing "Teenage Dream" again will help you decide?"

"It could. That song meant so much to us. I mean, it was what he sang the first time we met, what he would sing to me random nights when we were together, and it was, more or less, how he confessed his guilt to me." Kurt sighed and shrugged. "I'm probably just kidding myself. I'm looking for an easy way to make a hard decision. I guess I just want to know if I can even think about those good times with that song anymore or if all I'm going to be left with is what I felt this last time."

"So ask him to record the song and send it to you," Rachel suggested like it was the simplest concept in the world. "You know he'd do it. Hell, he'd be your willing slave right now if you asked him to be."

"No, no, no, no, no," Kurt replied quickly. "I couldn't ask him to do that."

"Why not?"

""Cause I can't ask him to do anything right now. I can't even talk to him right now."

"You're going to have to decide something eventually, Kurt. You can't just ignore him forever."

"I know."

The song came to end and with Kurt's IPOD on shuffle it started another random one. Kurt glared at his IPOD dock when the next song started. It was Pink's "Fucking Perfect," the song him and Blaine used to always sing to each other in the car. Kurt impatiently walked to his dresser and hit the next button on his IPOD for it to go to another song. He let out a huff when the next song started. It was Neon Tree's "Animal," the first song they ever sang together with the Warblers before they were even a couple. He let out a grumble and hit the next button again only to hear Hey Monday's "Candles," their first duet as a couple at Regionals.

"You've got to be kidding me?!" Kurt nearly screamed as he glared at his IPOD. "Really?"

Kurt was afraid of what he would hear if he hit the next button again so instead he just shut the music off. He turned back to look at Rachel and saw that she was fighting to hide a grin.

"Oh, sure, you think it's funny," he grumbled. "I think the musical world is poking at me and laughing."

"I'm sorry," she said and regained a straight face.

Kurt's phone started buzzing on his night stand so he went over to answer it but froze once he saw who it was calling him. It was Blaine. The picture of the two of them together filled his screen and Blaine's name danced across the top. He grabbed his phone and stared at the screen intently. He was trying to figure out if he had the courage to talk to him yet. He knew he couldn't avoid him forever.

Rachel came up behind Kurt to see who it was and asked, "Are you going to answer it?"

Kurt continued to watch his phone light up and vibrate in his hand for a few more seconds before he placed it back on his night stand. He shook his head. Even though he knew he had to speak to him sooner or later, he still wasn't ready to talk. He still hadn't made his decision.

"I still can't," he said softly while still keeping his eyes on his phone. "I don't care how many signs I'm getting to talk to him, I'm still not ready." Kurt sighed. "I think I'm just going to go to bed."

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything," Rachel said, and, with a hug, she walked out of Kurt's room.

Kurt changed into sweats and a t shirt and crawled into his bed. He grabbed the pillow that had quickly become his teddy bear and brought it close to his chest. He breathed in the smell of Blaine and let out a shaky breath. Even with that horrible memory connected to the smell, he was still reminded of some good ones too. He thought of how Blaine always smelled when they finally got to give each other proper kisses after school, away from cruel eyes. He thought about how Blaine always smelled when they would fall asleep together during their movie marathons. He thought about how Blaine always smelled when he first tore his clothes off to get to more skin. Kurt thought about how comforting that smell was to him. Then he would remember why he had access to that smell, it was because Blaine had slept there one night when he surprised him with a visit to let him know he cheated on him.

-:-:-:-:-

Blaine paced in his room, walking up and down the side of his bed, periodically glancing at his phone on his dresser. He had tried calling Kurt two more times that day, once on his cell phone and once at work, only to be ignored both times. He tried another text too and that also went unanswered. He knew he was pushing Kurt to talk to him before Kurt was ready, but he had to talk to him, even if it was just to hear his voice and know he was okay.

Blaine didn't handle being ignored by Kurt very well. It had been just over three days since they last talked, and they had never gone that long without speaking. Even before they became a couple they always talked at least once a day since the day they met. Blaine didn't know how to go without hearing Kurt's voice. He would take getting yelled at by him over being completely ignored by him. Blaine knew he hurt Kurt, knew that the idea of talking to him probably wasn't something Kurt even wanted to entertain, but he had to know that he was okay.

Blaine let out a huff and grabbed his phone. If Kurt wasn't going to talk to him, he had to find out from someone else. He sent out a silent prayer, wishing that his last hope would answer, and hit the call button as he found Rachel in his address book.

"Hello?" Rachel answered with obvious reservation.

Blaine let out a sigh of relief. "I wasn't sure you would answer."

"Well, don't think that because I answered I'm not mad at you because I am still very mad at you, Blaine Warbler."

Blaine gave a small smile at the familiar nickname. Kurt may have been the one to start calling him that, but all the New Directions picked up on. He stayed Blaine Warbler long after he stopped being a Warbler.

"I don't blame you," he said. "I'm pretty mad at myself."

"Good."

"I need you to do me a favor."

"You're asking me for a favor?"

"Please?" Blaine begged.

It was the "please" that did Rachel in. There was such desperation in his voice that she couldn't say no. She was angry at Blaine for what he did, but he was still her friend. "What?"

"Tell me how Kurt's doing."

Rachel sighed. "Blaine…"

"Please, Rachel," Blaine pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "Just tell me he's okay."

"He's not okay. He's a wreck."

"What do you mean?"

"When he's not crying, he's either trying not to cry, so angry he can't think straight, immersing himself into work so heavily that he's leaving himself dead tired, or blaming himself for your infidelity." Rachel's voice had gotten louder as she continued to talk. Friend or not, the idea that Blaine did what he did to Kurt made her angry.

Blaine let out a shaky breath as he tried to fight off tears. He knew what he did had hurt Kurt, and he knew that he was going to have trouble handling it all, but he still hated knowing that he caused him that pain. He felt so unbelievably guilty. He wanted to just hang up the phone, crawl into a corner and cry, but he couldn't do that. Instead he gripped his phone even tighter and concentrated on getting his breathing under control so he wouldn't cry.

"How could you, Blaine?" Rachel asked.

"I don't know," Blaine said and his voice cracked. He was getting frustrated but not with Rachel; he was frustrated with himself. "There's no excuse. I know that, and I know I shouldn't be bothering you with this, but he won't talk to me, and I just…I just needed to know how he was doing."

"Do you know why he's not talking to you?"

"'Cause he hates me right now."

"He doesn't hate you, Blaine," Rachel replied, her voice growing gentle again. "I think he's tried to hate you, but he can't. He still loves you. I think the reason he isn't talking to you right now is because he knows that if he talks to you, he'll be tempted to forgive you, and he can't do that right now. He has to figure out how he feels about what happened first."

Blaine was quiet then. When he finally spoke again, his voice quiet and almost childlike. "Do you think he could forgive me?"

"I don't know," Rachel replied.

Blaine groaned. He was beyond angry with himself and was growing more and more frustrated about his inability to do anything about the situation. He wanted to talk to him, wanted to tell him that he still loved him, that what happened meant nothing, that it was a mistake. He wanted to make things right again, but there was no way he could. Kurt had to come to his own conclusions about how he felt. He was the one who had to decide if they were going to stay a couple or not.

"This sucks! All I can do if sit here and wait for my boyfriend to decide if he still wants to be with me, and the only reason that's even a question is because of a stupid fucking mistake I made," Blaine said loudly, and it took Rachel aback because not only was Blaine clearly getting angry, he was swearing, and Rachel never heard him swear. "And I can't do a damn thing to help him figure out how he feels about me."

Blaine took several long, slow breaths to calm himself down. He knew he was getting worked up, but this whole situation just aggravated him to no end, and it was made even worse because he knew it was all his fault. He wanted to do something to make everything okay, but he was completely powerless in the situation.

"That's not entirely true," Rachel said, her mind buzzing with an idea of how to potentially help.

"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked.

"Last night, Kurt listened to "Teenage Dream," and he said he would do just about anything to hear you sing that to him again."

"Why would he want to hear me sing that song again after the last time?"

"He said that song meant a lot to you guys, that there were a lot of memories with that song. He wanted to know if he could think about the good times with that song or if all he was going to be left with was the last time."

"Where are you going with this, Rachel?"

"Record the song and send it to him," Rachel replied as if it was the easiest thing in the world

"Are you kidding me?" Blaine asked, his voice rising towards the end to let Rachel know just how crazy he thought that idea was.

"No, I am dead serious. It might help Kurt decide what he wants to do about the two of you."

"How could that possibly help Kurt decide?"

"Look, I don't know all the good times that are involved with that song except that you sang it the first time you two met, but if Kurt can hear you singing that song and think of some of those good memories, then you two might have hope."

"And if all he can think about is the last time?"

"Then it might help him make his decision."

Blaine was quiet again. He understood what Rachel was saying perfectly. If Kurt could hear him singing that song and think of good times he sang that song to him, then he might want to hold onto those good times and be willing to go through the trouble to get them again. But if all Kurt could think about was his guilt ridden rendition at Call Backs then he might decide that the bad was too big, that it out weighed the good, and that it would be best if he just let both go.

"You mean it might help him finally decide to leave me," Blaine choked out.

"Yeah," Rachel agreed gently.

Blaine let out another shaky breath. He hadn't realized how difficult his conversation with Rachel would be, at least not consciously. Then again, he never thought Rachel would come up with this idea either. He was expecting to get yelled at maybe, but he didn't think she would come up with something that might cost him Kurt. He shook his head at himself. Rachel's idea wasn't what was potentially costing him Kurt; what he did was what was potentially costing him Kurt.

Blaine didn't want to do this, didn't want to even think about doing what Rachel was suggesting. He didn't want to risk that Kurt would only be able to think about the last time he sang that song, but he knew Rachel had a point with her logic. Maybe this would help Kurt make his decision, and maybe that decision would work in Blaine's favor. Even if Kurt did decide to let Blaine go, Blaine knew he owed it to him to help him make that decision so if there was something he could do to help, he was going to do it.

Blaine nodded but realized Rachel couldn't see it. "Okay."

"You'll do it?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, I'll do it. I can record it on my laptop and e-mail it to him."

"Actually, you can't," Rachel countered. "He won't get it that way. He's not opening e-mail from you."

"I should have figured that, I guess." Blaine rubbed his eyes out of frustration and to keep the moisture that was forming in them from falling. "Any ideas on how to get it to him then?"

"Burn it to a CD and mail it to our apartment. I'll make sure he gets it."

"Thank you, Rachel," Blaine said.

"It's not a big deal. I live with him. It's pretty easy to make sure he gets his mail."

"I don't just mean for making sure he gets the song. I mean for taking care of him with all this, for not hating me, for being willing to help. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome," Rachel replied with a smile. "Now, pay me back by doing an amazing job with that song."

Blaine scoffed and said, "I'll do my best."

"Good 'cause I have a feeling that once he gets this song, I'm going to be forced to hear it a lot."

Blaine didn't know whether Kurt putting the song on repeat would be a good thing or a bad thing for him so he didn't comment. He didn't want to think too strongly on the idea. He would have plenty of time to worry about Kurt's reaction later.

"Crap," Rachel said frantically, lowering her voice as she spoke. "Kurt just got home. We should probably get off the phone."

"Okay," Blaine said. That was all he could think to say knowing Kurt was on the other end of line. It was like he was so close yet so far, and it drove him crazy.

"I'll talk to you later."

"Okay," Blaine said again, still unable to form a coherent thought.

"Bye," Rachel said and hug up the phone.

Blaine set his phone back down on his dresser and thought momentarily that maybe it was a good thing Kurt was ignoring him. If he got that flabbergasted just knowing Kurt was in the vicinity of the person he was talking to, what would he have done if he was actually talking to him? Blaine took a few moments to dread the next time they actually spoke to each other because he knew he was going to sound like an idiot.

Blaine sighed as he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. He had to record "Teenage Dream" for Kurt, and he somehow had to try and remind Kurt of all the good times that song carried for them, and by some miracle he had to stop him from focusing on the last time he sang that song. He had no idea how to do either of those things.

Blaine thought of every time he sang that song to Kurt and five very different situations came to mind. He wanted to capture what he was feeling each time he sang the song before. Well, each time save the last one. He didn't want to put that into the version he was going to record. He wanted to focus on the good memories associated with that song so those were the ones he thought about. He was down to four instances to draw from.

The first situation Blaine thought of was the first time he sang that song to Kurt, the first day they met. He remembered getting stopped on the stair case at Dalton while he was running late for a Warbler performance. He couldn't help but think about how many times since then that he thanked God for him getting distracted with a book. That distraction was what led him to be late, and if he hadn't been late, he might never have met Kurt. He remembered that he spotted Kurt as a spy the instant he asked about the Glee Club, but he didn't mind. He still took him by the hand and led him to the senior commons to watch him perform. Blaine focused on the initial spark he felt that day. He wouldn't go as far as saying he liked Kurt instantly, but there was instant attraction. Blaine couldn't deny that he was singing that song to Kurt more than anyone else that day. There wasn't feelings yet, but there was definite interest, even if Blaine only realized that in hindsight.

The next memory Blaine thought of was the first time he sang that song to Kurt without anyone or anything backing him up, no Warblers, no instruments, nothing except his voice. Kurt wasn't even aware of most of this rendition. It was the last night they had together before Kurt left for his first Nationals. Kurt had fallen asleep at Blaine's house while they were watching a movie, and Blaine didn't wake him up until long after the movie ended. He just watched him sleep, paid attention to how Kurt would inch closer to him every time either of them stirred at all. Blaine started quietly singing the song to him as he slept. It wasn't a performance by any means. There was no audience, no one to impress; it was just Blaine singing a song that meant a lot to him to the boy he loved. That was the night he realized that he was head over heels in love with Kurt. He poured that love into the song but was too afraid to admit to it until Kurt had come back home. Kurt only caught the end of that version, waking up to hear Blaine finish the song.

Blaine wiped a tear away as he continued his walk down memory lane. He thought about the next time he sang that song. This rendition of the song would always be his favorite because it was such an important night for both them. Blaine had sung this song to Kurt the night they lost their virginities to each other. He remembered how nervous they both were, how they were both being so careful of each other, how Kurt had looked at him like he was the most amazing thing in the world. He knew that even though they were both nervous as could be that there was nothing that could ruin that night because they loved each other and trusted each other, and they both wanted what they were doing. As they laid in each other's arms after, Kurt had asked Blaine to sing him something, and Blaine started singing "Teenage Dream" while running his hand up and down Kurt's back. Kurt had tightened his hold on Blaine once he heard his voice.

Blaine got to the last instance he was willing to think about with a bitter smile. It was the rendition that was closest to the one he performed in New York. It was just after Kurt had found out that he hadn't been accepted to NYADA. He was so depressed, had convinced himself that his life was over, and when Blaine couldn't convince him that that wasn't the case with words, he used the song. He sat down at his piano and played the song while Kurt watched him and smiled. Blaine was trying to show him that no matter what happened, no matter how much he lost, he would always have him because no one else would ever be able to mean that much to him. Blaine wanted him to understand that regardless of everything else, Kurt was the only one who could ever make him feel like a teenage dream.

Blaine had to stop thinking about the song for a few minutes to get his emotions under control. His vision was blurred by tears and his breathing was getting heaver by the second. He still couldn't fully wrap his head around the idea that those memories might be all he had left. He had to get his emotions in check or he was never going to be able to record that song. He refused to do another rendition that was ruined by crying. He wiped the tears from his eyes and concentrated on slowing his breathing.

After a couple of minutes of failing at his attempts to get his emotions under control, he gave up and let himself cry. He quit holding back and allowed himself to break down on his bedroom floor. He let the hot tears stream freely down his cheeks as broken sobs tore out of his mouth. He cried until his eyes hurt, cried until he couldn't breathe anymore, and he had no choice but to calm down.

Blaine knew singing the song that night probably wasn't a good idea since the emotions were still so fresh, and he was so fragile, but he knew that if he didn't he would lose his nerve on it. He had to get it done. He just had to make sure he didn't sound like he was just crying like a baby. He refused to sound like he was crying when he sang the song this time.

It's now or never, Blaine thought. He found his laptop on his desk and grabbed it, squeezing it a little tighter than he needed to. He took shallow, slow breaths to get his breathing under control and walked out of his room. He stopped at the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge before heading to his basement, grateful that his parents weren't home. He so didn't want them to hear this.

Blaine walked to the piano in his basement and set his laptop and water on top of it. He sighed as he sat down in front of it. He traced his fingers over the keys but didn't play anything yet. He pulled his hands away from the piano and sat them in his lap. He replayed the song in his head, over and over again, memorizing every note. He wanted this to be perfect. He couldn't risk a mistake on this. If Rachel was right, this could be very important for his future.

Blaine powered up his laptop and drank about half his bottle of water while it loaded. He cleared his throat, drank some more water, and opened up the recording program he had on his laptop. He had recorded a few songs with this program before so he knew it was trustworthy, but he wanted to make sure everything came through clearly before he actually started working on what he was going to send to Kurt. He set the program to record and played a few notes on the piano, humming along to the beat he created. After singing a few notes, and playing a few more on the piano, he listened to it back to make sure he wasn't getting any unwanted noise. When he was satisfied with the quality he was getting, and when he heard he didn't sound like he was crying, he knew it was time to record the song.

Blaine took one more drink of his water and set it aside. He let out a deep breath and set the program to record again with a shaky hand. His fingers played lightly over the keys on the piano. He had played this several times and practiced it in his head more times than he could count. He was able to kind of forget about the notes on the piano and worry about the words and his voice. Those were how he was going to get his message to Kurt across anyway. Just think of the good times, Blaine, meeting him, him being in your arms, you being able to get him to smile when no one else could, think about how he made his song a reality, he thought as he closed his eyes and started to sing.

"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on.

You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong.

I know you get me so I let my walls come down, down.

Before you met me I was alright, but things were kinda heavy.

You brought me to life.

Now every February, you'll be my valentine, valentine.

Let's go all the way tonight.

No regrets. Just love.

We can dance until we die.

You and I will be young forever."

Blaine saw Kurt's face flash through his mind then, and he had to pause for a second because it was not the face he wanted to see. The image in his mind was Kurt crying, falling apart right in front of him, as he confessed his guilt. He was, if only for a moment, reliving that horrible night in New York. With a quick shake of his head, he opened his eyes and forced that image from his mind. He wanted to think about Kurt, yes, but not like that. That was not what this was supposed to be about.

"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep.

Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

My heart stops when you look at me.

Just one touch, now baby I believe this is real.

So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach,

Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets.

I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece."

Blaine gave a small smile at that line in the song. Kurt told him that was one of his favorites because it was so true for them. Blaine still remembered the night Kurt explained how much Blaine meant to him, how before he got him, he was lost. He could still remember how nervous Kurt was that night, like he was afraid he was going to scare Blaine away by letting on how much he meant to him. Blaine wasn't afraid though because he felt the same way. He just didn't know how lost he was until he found Kurt.

"I'm complete.

Let's go all the way tonight.

No regrets. Just love.

We can dance until we die.

You and I will be young forever.

'Cause you make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep.

Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

My heart stops when you look at me.

Just one touch, now baby I believe this is real.

So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,

Be your teenage dream tonight.

I'll let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans,

Be your teenage dream tonight."

Blaine closed his eyes again and continued to sing as more and more images of Kurt played through his head. He saw his smile and how his eyes always lit up when he looked at him. He saw the blush that crept onto his face whenever Blaine would mention how much he wanted him. He saw the look of pure ecstasy Kurt wore whenever they had sex. Blaine had all these images in his head, but he honed in on that smile and those eyes. He could live without the sex, without the physicality of a relationship, but he wouldn't be able to handle never having that smile directed to him again, never seeing the sparkle in those beautiful eyes.

"You make me feel like a teenage dream.

The way you turn me on, I can't sleep.

Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

My heart stops when you look at me.

Just one touch, now baby I believe this is real.

So don't ever look back, no.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,

Be your teenage dream tonight.

I'll let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans,

Be your teenage dream tonight."

Blaine tried to hold back a shaky breath after he finished singing and hit the last note on the piano. Once the piano finished ringing out the last note, he stopped the recording. He played the recording back and was surprisingly pleased. It had a slightly unrehearsed sound to it, but Blaine actually liked it. It felt more real to him with the improvised notes. He just hoped it was enough.

Once the song ended, Blaine collapsed forward onto the piano. He knew in that moment, as clearly as he ever knew anything in his life, that even if Kurt did decide they were done that he was always going to be there. He would always be the one who made this song a reality. He would always be the one who made him feel like a teenage dream. Kurt would always be the love of his life, no matter what happened.