Blaine had had it planned for exactly 6 days now, which in any normal circumstance would be enough time for this to be decidedly fool proof. Unfortunately this was not a normal circumstance. Because what normal 17 year old boy sneaks out of his house in Westervile, Ohio at 2 in the morning on a thursday because this cannot wait a minute longer to drive for ten hours to hold the love of his life in his arms after nearly a month apart?

He had called Rachel in a fit of hysterics around 3 a.m. once he was safely on the freeway. Kurt had classes all day that he couldn't miss, but Rachel had an idea for afterwards. Everything was going to fall in to place. He would surprise Kurt, and then they would talk and hug and kiss and make love and work everything out, just like always. Blaine arrived at the designated piano bar an hour early. He sat backstage and watched the clock tick ever so slowly.

At 9:37 exactly, the lights dimmed as the previous performer stepped off stage.

Blaine took a deep breath. Now was the time. He clumsily made his was to the piano in the semi-darkness. He sat down and a single spotlight shone on him. He squinted slightly at the light, now unable to see anything other than the keys in front of him. He couldn't see Kurt, or Rachel, or anyone. It was just him and his hopes and his dreams and everything that mattered in the span of 88 colorless keys spread out, waiting for him. Did Kurt even notice him?

He was answered when he heard a small gasp echo through the silence of the room as various onlookers waited for him to perform.

He placed his sweaty fingertips on the keys and began playing.

You think I'm pretty

Without any makeup on.

You think I'm funny

When I tell the punch line wrong…

He continued to sing, emotion flooding his voice. The light dimmed a little bit, and he was finally able to see his beautiful Kurt staring at him wide eyed from the table front and center. It had been nearly a month since he had seen Kurt, and here he was only five feet in front of him. Close enough to touch, but so unbelievably out of reach.

….My missing puzzle piece

I'm complete….

Blaine's voice cracked with emotion as he sang. Flashbacks flooded his mind. The Kurt stopped him on the staircase at Dalton, the first time he held Kurt's hand as hisboyfriend, not simply as a friend, the first time their lips brushed ever so softly, the first time Kurt stayed up with Blaine all night when he needed him most, the first time they made love, the first time they fought, the first time doors were slammed and walls were punched… the last time they kissed and touched and held each other. The last time they Skyped, and how Blaine stayed up all night crying afterwards, feeling more like a burden than a boyfriend…

….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….

Blaine's heart stopped as he stared into Kurt's eyes, tears streaming down both boy's faces now.

….Be my teenage dream tonight.

Blaine finished, choking back sobs now, not caring who saw. He stood from the piano bench to go to Kurt, Kurt standing up as well. But just as Blaine was nearing Kurt, Kurt turned, shaking his head and running the other way.