Teenage Dream (Blaine Anderson - Glee)

=The Quarterback=

 "I love you, Finn and in my life, I'm going to miss you everyday."

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[Seasons of Love (sung by the New Directions)]

As I sung, all that was replaying through my head was the phone call. The one Blaine and I had received from Kurt about three weeks ago

*Flashback*

 "So, what song are you going to sing for your NYADA audition? It's only a few weeks away." I asked Blaine as we laid on my bed, wrapped up in each others arms.

"I don't know. I was thinking Katy Perry?" He said with a smirk.

"You should sing Teenage Dream, the acoustic version. It would've sounded amazing if you weren't sobbing throughout it." I said, playfully poking his side.

"I'll think about it. My other option was-" Blaine was cut off by his phone starting to ring on my bedside table. "It's Kurt, can I answer?"

"You don't need to ask permission." I said, rolling my eyes. He chuckled and answered the phone.

"Blaine, is Kara with you?" I heard Kurt ask.

"Yeah, why?"

"Put me on speaker, please." Blaine did as he asked and Kurt started talking again. his voice was strange, quiet and slightly choked up. My stomach turned, I had a terrible feeling that something bad had happened.

"Are you guys both there?"

"We're here."

"I don't know how to tell you this.... something bad has happened."

"Kurt, you're scaring me." I said quietly into the phone. Blaine scooted closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Finn - he's - he's..."

"He's what Kurt?" Blaine prompted

"Finn, he's gone." My breath caught in my throat, gone? What did he mean gone? Gone on holiday? Or gone....for good?

"Wha-what do you mean, gone?" I asked, my voice wavering.

"Finn's dead." Kurt said, his voice breaking. "I -I have to go, I have more people to call, I'm sorry, bye guys." He said quickly before hanging up the phone.

"He's lying. He has to be. This is a stupid prank that Santana dared him to do, it can't be true." I said frantically, starting to hyperventilate but as I looked up into Blaine's tear-filled eyes - I knew it wasn't a joke. I started sobbing, burying my face into Blaine's chest as he nestled into my hair. This couldn't be happening....

*Flashback over*

Blaine was gripping tightly onto my hand, and I knew he was proud of me for actually being here and not curled up in bed. The only reason I had gotten out of bed in the past three weeks was for school. I know I didn't know Finn for as long as, say even Blaine had but we became close so quickly and we were there for each other through everything. He was there for me when I opened up about my mental health, and we were there for each other through everything with Rachel and Blaine. He was like a brother to me and I loved him so much. And now - now he was just gone. It didn't feel real. Everyday I woke up thinking i would go to school and he would be there talking to Mr. Schue about our setlist for Nationals, or I would walk in a see him messing around on the drums with Sam. But he wasn't there, he was just gone.

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Everyone sat in the choir room in total silence. bye everyone - I mean everyone, including the alums who could make it back. They were all here, Mercedes, Puck, Mike, Santana, Kurt, the only ones who couldn't make it were Brittany and Quinn. Rachel didn't come, but I understood why. Blaine and I sat on the elevated stage sort of thing in the choir room, our arms wrapped tightly around each other as I felt my eyes prickle with tears for the a millionth time. Mr. Schue went to the front of the class, and wrote 'Finn' on the board. I rested my head on Blaine's shoulder, sniffling quietly.