You Were The Song

Of Concerts and Raindrops

Ugh. What do teenagers wear to concerts these days?

Kurt was trying on suit after suit, tie after tie...

“Too formal,” he said, holding up a James Bond style suit in the mirror.

“Too young,” he commented on an adorable sailor type outfit.

This was impossible. There were going to be thousands of love struck teens, each wearing the hottest thing in town. What was he thinking? How could he even compare?

Why did he care so much?

Kurt sighed and went back to the mirror. The pinstriped suit would have to do.

After properly gelling his hair, applying the correct skin products, and neatly arranging the suit, Kurt picked up his keys and determinedly marched out of the apartment.

Only to come back in to add a scarf on top of his wool coat.

He marched back out.

And marched back in, grabbing a pair of gloves.

Kurt dithered helplessly, one foot out of the door.

He knew what he was doing; he was procrastinating. What if Blaine saw him? What would he say? Would they cry and forgive each other?

No. Blaine wouldn’t see him. Because he wasn’t going.

But no. He had to go. He had to see what Blaine was like in concert. Plus Blaine would never see him! Thousands of people were going to be there! He was going. That was it

Kurt marched out the door yet again, and this time, locked it and went down the stairs. He hailed a taxi and sat back, refusing to let memories of Blaine cloud his head.

Ugh, too late.

Hi, I'm Kurt. I'm new here.

Blaine.

You think I'm pretty without any make up on.

I'm in love with him and he's actually gay. I call that progress.

I really care about you, Kurt. And I don't want to mess this up.

So it's just like When Harry Met Sally. Except I get to play Meg Ryan.

Don't they get together in the end?

There is a moment when you say to yourself, "Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever.".

You move me, Kurt.

We got each other out of all this. That beats a lousy trophy, don't you think?

I love you.

I love you, too.

I can't stand being away from the person I love.

I was so proud to be with you.

I hope so. I want you to be.

Maybe you and I... were just because there were no other options.

I won't deny that I loved you.

Loved?

Goodbye, Blaine.

Madison Square Garden was buzzing with people. Crowds flooded in from all sidewalks towards the concert hall. Kurt was surprised, to say the least. Blaine Anderson, who had been not much more than an average high school student a little over a year ago, had sold out Madison Square Garden. Kurt hadn't seen this many people here... in a long time. The taxi pulled up near the entrance and Kurt paid the driver hastily and stepped out into the madness.

There were all sorts of vendors crowding the streets. Selling posters and CDs and t-shirts... It was kind of weird for Kurt. To see the face of his ex-boyfriend on the bodies of hundreds of teenage girls.

He walked by a group of girls, maybe around seventeen or eighteen, standing around and talking to each other. Kurt couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

"Seriously, Blaine is like... the dreamiest guy I've ever seen. He is so gorgeous!"

"Yeah, really! It's too bad he's gay, because... God, I just want him."

"I wonder what his lips taste like..."

Mocha, mostly. Sometimes cinnamon, sometimes spearmint... Like heaven.

Kurt sped past the group, his mind spinning, and entered the building, the doorman scanning his ticket. He pushed his way through the crowd and made his way into the concert hall, where he found his seat with the help of the usher. It wasn't a good seat. Kurt was surprised that they were so expensive. He could only really afford one of the crappy seats towards the back, but really, it didn't matter to Kurt. He was just here to... wait, why was he here again?

"Ladies and gentlemen, Blaine Anderson!"

The spotlight found its way towards a figure center stage. Kurt's breath caught in his throat as he recognized Blaine. If the circumstances were a bit different, Kurt might have laughed at Blaine's appearance. He was still ridiculously short... Obviously no sudden growth spurt in the past year. Kurt noticed that his hair was un-gelled and let loose. Hair gel was something Kurt remembered Blaine being somewhat addicted to in high school. It was weird, but Kurt had always loved Blaine's curls. His clothing was different, too. He wasn't wearing a dorky bow tie or brightly colored skinny jeans like he used to. He wore a simple pair of dark jeans that fit loosely around the ankle, a pair of black converse, and a tight grey t-shirt. It wasn't something Kurt would ever imagine Blaine in. He was so used to the dapper, refined style that Blaine used to sport so well. His new style was unusual, but not exactly unwelcome in Kurt's mind. Although he preferred designer brands, Kurt did admit that Blaine looked... well Blaine looked good.

Blaine started strumming a fast tune on his guitar, singing along. His voice was... almost just as Kurt remembered it. But even better. Kurt’s heart skipped a beat as he listened. The lyrics didn't mean all that much to Kurt. For the most part, they all went over his head as Kurt joined the crowd in a kind of jumpy dance. There were screaming and cheering and Kurt hadn't seen this much excitement... pretty much ever. The song ended and Kurt smiled lightly to himself as he settled back down in his seat, clapping lightly.

"Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed that. So I have a lot of fun songs planned tonight! A lot of old stuff, some new stuff, and some random covers, just because.  So you guys have some fun, okay? And thanks for being here. It really means a lot to me," Blaine smiled goofily at the audience and took a stool from a stagehand. He sat down and fiddled with the mic stand before strumming his guitar again. He switched between two or three chords absentmindedly, not exactly sure what song he was going to play. "So this next song... It's new. It's kind of the same theme of pretty much every song... But it's one of my favorites I've done so far, so  I hope you like it. It's called "Dancing in the Rain"."

Kurt listened intently to the song. It didn't take that much listening to tell that it was about him. He tried not to think about it. He tried to push away all thoughts and emotions and just listen to the talented performer that was Blaine Anderson. But it didn't work. Kurt found himself crying before the first verse even finished. And by the time it got to the chorus, Kurt was just gone.

"And we were dancing in the rain
Unaware of all the pain
We were dancing just to live again
Yeah we danced until the sunset
Something that I won’t regret
But morning came
Was it just a game?
The dancing, dancing in the rain..."

The song sped up quickly and Blaine's guitar strums became quick and almost violent. But Kurt could almost feel the emotions behind them, and that terrified him.

"There’s a splash as you pirouette
We leap and we’re soaking wet
But I don’t mind
It pours, weighing down our clothes
Still we dance, bodies pressed up close
We were blind..."

This was a bad idea. I shouldn't have come, Kurt thought, distressed. Every word Blaine sung struck a chord in Kurt, and it felt terrible. Because here was the man he loved. Blaine freaking Anderson. Who was still writing love songs to him, even if they hadn't spoken in a year. It was all too much for Kurt to handle.

He got up out of his seat quickly. He politely thanked the audience members that stood up and let him by as the song ended. He began making his way down the stairs and towards the exit as Blaine introduced his next song.

"This next song is a cover. You might know it. It... it kind of means a lot to me," Blaine switched guitars, picking up a darker acoustic and placing the other one in a stand next to it. He brought it back to the mic, ignoring the stool and standing up as he began to strum. "You think I'm pretty without any make up on..."

Kurt ran out of the building. He ran all the way out into the streets. He ran all the way to his apartment building. He ran all the way up the eleven stories of stairs into his apartment, where he collapsed on the bed in strangled sobs.

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

He thought about what to do. He couldn't just carry on, pretending Blaine didn't exist. He wouldn't be able to move on. At least... not on his own.

He was going back to Lima.