"Blaine?"

Kurt called, only getting noise back from his own voice echoing through the auditorium, that looked empty. He rolled his eyes, of course. He turned to leave the auditorium only to swiftly turn back as he heard someone playing a familiar melody on the piano, loud and strong. The sound only being covered up by an equally strong drum beat. Then a voice.

Some people live for the fortune

Some people live just for the fame

Some people live for the power, yeah

Some people live just to play the game

Kurt squinted his eyes to see Blaine, still in his regional's outfit playing on the stage that was still dim, and only getting a little bit of light to it at a time. A boy who Kurt wasn't completely familiar with was sitting behind a drumset, he went back in his mind far enough to remember that this was the same boy that played Danny in the school's production of Grease. Riker or something. He thought to himself.

Some people think that the physical things

Define what's within

And I've been there before

But that life's a bore

So full of the superficial

He watched as lights illuminated the stage more while Blaine just went on. He sighed and sat down in a near by auditorium chair. He tried his best not to let the smile he could feel climbing up his throat come out. He tried to push his own thoughts to the back of his head and remind himself that Blaine cheated on him. He sent him off to New York to live out his dreams and then he cheated on him. But the thought of the boy who he'd for so long believed was the love of his life singing to him again, made the same butterflies that had come to him on a huge staircase at a private school his sophomore year make a valiant return.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, Yeah

Blaine kept his eyes trained on the piano. The ring in his back pocket burning like a fire. He couldn't look up. As far as he could tell in his mind right now, things were going perfectly. Kurt could have been crying with tears of happiness for all he knew. Maybe he was recording it on his phone to show all of his friends in New York. Or maybe he was texting Rachel to tell her what was going on while she was still at home. Or maybe he was rolling his eyes at Blaine, because this was just another lame attempt at getting him back. Or maybe he was just gone. Maybe already out of the auditorium, leaving Blaine behind forever.

Some people search for a fountain

That promises forever young

Some people need three dozen roses

And that's the only way to prove you love them

Hand me the world on a silver platter

And what good would it be

With no one to share

With no one who truly cares for me

Kurt watched as Blaine went on, only looking back when he felt a familiar grip on his shoulder, sharp acrylic finger nails dug into his shoulder blade. He turned back to see his Latina roomate standing above him.

"He's really trying Lady, maybe you should talk to him." She whispered as if not wanting to talk over the performance.

"And tell him what? That there's someone else? That I've moved on?"

"That you still love him. No one's blind, except maybe you. We all see it, you're only lying to yourself at this point." She gave him a pointed glare.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, you, you

Blaine looked up at the thought of Kurt possibly being gone, only to find him secure in a seat, inbetween glaring at Santana and looking back at him. He felt like he sighed so loud that it reflected into his singing, but he didn't care. Kurt was still there. Still listening.

If I ain't got you with me baby

So nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing

If I ain't got you with me baby

Kurt shooed Santana out of the room, in which she glared at him again, before a small smile appeared on her face.

"Just be sure, that whatever you tell him. You're not lying. Just the whole truth, Bambi."

Blaine walked slowly to the spot where Kurt was, only to be greeted to his back turned to him.

"I hope I wasn't overstepping Kurt, I just want you to know how-"

"Stop." Kurt choked out. He was pretty sure he could see Blaine's heart physically break when he interrupted him with the short word.

"I just-" He sighed. "I just want you to know how I feel, okay?"

Blaine only nodded, swallowing nervously, his hazel eyes opened comically wide.

"I really hated you, you know?" He started. "Back in October, when you came to New York to tell me, I hated you." He watched Blaine begin to build up walls around himself mentally. "But it didn't last. I didn't hate you anymore, I hated what you did. But even that didn't last very long. I just, I just didn't know what to say to you. When I stopped ignoring your calls I just waited for you to call again, and when you didn't, I had to call you."

Blaine felt his hands shake, thinking back to the phonecall they'd shared on Thanksgiving, in which they exchanged 'I love you's for the first time in more than a month. That being the longest time they'd ever gone without saying the simple phrase to each other.

"And then I heard you again, I heard how broken you sounded, and I realized I did that. Even though I was upset with you, I'd punished you worse than you'd hurt me. And I wanted so bad just to let you back in, let us go back to the way we were. But I couldn't, I had to think of myself more than that. And as much as I'm sure you'll promise to never hurt me again, I just didn't want to bring everything in my life back to needing you to live. Because I can be okay on my own." He managed to smile a little. Blaine returned the gesture, but the unshed tears in his eyes contradicted it terribly.

"But I didn't want to talk to you to tell you how good I'm doing on my own, although it's not too bad." He joked. This time Blaine smiled, and it seemed sincere.

"I wanted to tell you that I trust you again." Kurt was sure he could see Blaine sag in relief infront of him.

"And that when you get to New York, like we all know you're going to, I want to give us another try." A sob escaped Blaine's lips before pulling Kurt into him in a bone-crushing embrace.

"Oh my god Kurt, I love you so much." He cried into his neck.

"I love you too." He spoke into Blaine's now loose from the day's activities, curls. He sighed at the thought of having to explain to Rachel, who would in no doubt be angry that he would be taking Blaine back. And having to tell Adam that maybe he was just a rebound, and hurting someone just as he felt like Blaine might be okay again. But he knew that this was for the best. Blaine was what he needed.

Blaine was his future. His everything.