"how are we going to handle this long distance relationship, Blaine? I'll be in New York for a whole year without you."
Blaine pondered this for a minute as he sat holding Rachel one day in mid-August.
"How about once a week, when we're talking on the phone, we'll sing some love-y duet."
She looked up at him in confusion.
"And how will that help us cope with being apart?"
"Music brings people together, doesn't it? It'll help us feel like we're together even when we're apart."
She shook her head, still not believing him, and laid her head back to its original spot on his chest.

*1&1/2 months later*
Rachel sat in Central Park with her best friend, Kurt Hummel, admiring the beautiful scenery around them.
The two friends continued to chat, the way they've been doing since they arrived in the cozy but spacious garden, when the sound of Katy Perry interrupted them.
"Really, Rachel? Teenage Dream?"
She blushed softy, before shh-ing Kurt.
"Hi there beautiful." the sound of her boyfriend's voice on the other line instantly made her miss his arms around her, but she chided herself, trying to accentuate the positive.
"Hi Blaine. How's Lima?"
"Oh, you know- same old, same old." He paused. "So, it's been awhile since I've sung with you… You ready for that duet?"
"Wait, you were being serious?"
"Course I was. Where are you?"
"I'm in Central Park, Blaine. As much as I love you and singing with you, I will not do it here."
Before she could say anything else, she heard the sound of a ukulele being played on the other end. She sighed loudly and gave in.
"What are we singing?"
He gave a slight whoop before answering
"You and I. Ingrid Michaelson. Put me on speakerphone."

Don't you worry there my honey
We might not have any money
But we've got our love to pay the bills
Maybe I think you're cute and funny
Maybe I wanna do want bunnies do with you if you know what I mean

Oh lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I

Blaine joined in when it was his turn:

Well you might be a bit confused
And you might be a little bit bruised
But baby how we spoon like no one else
So I will help you read those books
If you will soothe my worried looks
And we will put the lonesome on the shelf

Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I

Lets get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Lets get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance
Lets get rich and build a house on a mountain making everybody look like ants
From way up there, you and I, you and I

After they finished, Rachel heard a small dose of applause around her. Surprised, she looked to see the small audience that had gathered to witness her performance. She turned away, half embarrassed, half ecstatic. She turned speakerphone off to finish her phone call while the audience slipped away.
"Why did I hear applause, Rach?"
"We've got an audience."
"What did I tell you, love? Music brings people together."
"I love you Blaine."
"love you too beautiful."