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Nothing seemed to register to Dave as he walked down the crowded hallway of McKinley High. Several of his usual targets walked right by him without the larger boy making so much as a nasty glare in their direction. The fact of the matter was that the one person Dave looked forward to seeing everyday (if only to shove him into a locker, or fling a slushie in his face) was no longer there. Dave had heard through the grapevine that Kurt Hummel had transferred to some snooty private school, but it wasn't until he heard Hudson and Puckerman talking about it in the locker room this afternoon that he really believed it.

The throngs of students in the school had trickled down to just a few. No one was left in the hallways. Glee club had already let out for the afternoon, as has most of the other school groups. Dave found himself walking aimlessly around the deserted hallways. He meandered through the maze of corridors until he came to the choir room. A room that was once filled with a feeling of joy and merriment now just felt cold and desolate without Kurt's presence to warm it up. The jock entered the already unfamiliar territory. Goosebumps prickled his arms.

Dave collapsed on the piano bench breathing harder, feeling as if someone had just punched him hard in the gut. The one person he cared about in the whole world was gone and the worst part of it is that he never got to tell him. The jock reached into his pocket and pulled out a small photo. It was Kurt's photo from the Thunderclap. Dave had salvaged it from a group of freshman who were defacing the book. He always kept this small picture with him. A small reminder of his raizon d'etre.

He turned to the piano, touching the white keys. They reminded Dave of Kurt's skin, fair and beautiful. No one else knew this about Dave, but he knew how to play the piano. He could sing. He kept his talents a secret from everyone out of fear that he would be bullied or put down. In truth, the piano was the only way Dave could really express his feelings. At this very moment, with his world collapsing, his heart breaking, and his soul being shredded to pieces, the only thing he could think of to numb this pain was to play. His strong nimble fingers began to move across the ivory keys, and his tenor voice began to sound throughout the room.

I think you're pretty

Without any make-up on

I think you're funny

When you tell the punchline wrong

I knew you get me

When you let your walls come down, down

Before you met me

I was a wreck

But things were kinda heavy

You brought me to life

Now every February

You'll be my valentine, valentine

Let's just talk all through the night.

There's no need to rush.

We can dance until we die

You and I

We'll be young forever

You make me

Feel like

I'm living a Teenage Dream

The way you turn me on

I can't sleep

Let's runaway

And don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

My heart stops

When you look at me

Just one touch

Now baby I believe

This is real

So take a chance

And don't ever look back

Don't ever look back

When you're around me

Life's like a movie scene.

I wasn't happy 'till you became my king.

I finally found you

My missing puzzle piece

I'm complete

Lets just talk all through the night.

There's no need to rush.

We can dance until we die

You and I

We'll be young forever

I might get your heart racing

If that's what you need

In this teenage dream tonight

Let you rest your head on me

If that's what you need.

In this teenage dream tonight.

Dave's hands and fingers slowed on the keys. Small tears fell from his cheeks. He had come to the realization that without Kurt, he had no reason to sing, no reason to be happy, and he had no one to blame for it but himself.

He silently closed the piano, and left the choir room a broken man. His soul now incomplete and devoid of any shred of human emotion. His existence now meaningless without that one other person to guide him through the sea of chaos that had become his life. Although he had never gotten to confess to Kurt how he truly felt, Dave Karofsky had known without a shadow of a doubt that he loved Kurt Hummel.

TBC...Maybe?