Blaine sat down slowly, taking a deep breath as he placed his fingers on the black and white keys in front of him. Ever since the tumour, he had never touched the piano. He had stopped trying to play musical instruments ever since he forgot the chords to “Teenage Dream” on the guitar two weeks ago and the look on Kurt’s face broke him.

He tapped the G key gingerly, listening to the note vibrate throughout the room. It was in the middle of the night and Kurt was fast asleep upstairs. Blaine, unable to sleep, had come to the living room and opened the piano for the first time in 9 months.

Blaine closed his eyes and let his left hand drift over to the piano to play a C chord and he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he could still remember. He opened his mouth and started to sing:

--
I don’t know where I’m at
I’m standing at the back
And I’m tired of waiting
Waiting here in line, hoping that I’ll find what I’ve been chasing.
--

Blaine was so focused that he hadn’t noticed Kurt walking down the stairs and standing at the doorway watching him play. He hadn’t noticed the tears slowly filling Kurt’s eyes as Kurt watched his boyfriend play a song on the piano for the first time in five months. He didn’t know that Kurt’s heart swelled as he heard Blaine’s voice defying all the words the doctors said about Blaine and the supposed consequences of the tumour.

--
I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
--

As Blaine played the final note, Kurt couldn’t stifle his sob. At the noise, he turned in surprise.

“Kurt…I didn’t know you were up. How long were you here?”

“Long enough,” Kurt replied, walking over to the piano, “That was beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Blaine whispered, resting his head against Kurt’s shoulder as Kurt wrapped his arms around him.

“Blaine, that song you sang. I just…just never think that you’re a failure. Because god, you’re perfect and never think otherwise.”

“How can you say that? I’m such a mess Kurt. Look at me. I have a brain tumour and the chemotherapy makes me so fucking weak and sometimes I can’t even walk properly. I don’t even know how I played that song on the piano. How on earth am I anything close to perfect?”

“I know it’s been hard for you. These nine months have been hell on both of us but I just want you to know that you still take my breath away with everything you do. You’re exceeding the doctors’ standards and you’re just doing so well in recovering. I’m just so proud to be with you.”

“I hope so,” Blaine tilted his head up to meet Kurt’s eyes, “I want you to be.”

Kurt felt a tear fall down his cheek and Blaine brushed it away with his finger. Kurt moved in closer so that their foreheads were touching and he felt himself falling into Blaine’s hazel eyes.

“I love you,” Kurt murmured.

“I love you too.”

“Forever?” Kurt asked.

“Forever darling,” Blaine replied.