I think this gave me a cavity. God. It's not thaaaat bad in the sweetness... What about the writing?
Crush by David Archuleta
I was sitting in the large room for Warbler's practice surrounded by boys of all shapes and sizes. Many very good looking. Normally, for someone like me, this would be a dream come true, but there was only one that caught my attention. Blaine Criss. The boy that I had thought about everyday for the past four months. Since a week before my transfer here to Dalton academy. Pretty much every thought revolved around him. Teenage Dream was on constant replay because of him. I hadn't been able to hang out with him since I saw him in his skin tight jeans before Christmas Break without instant... problems. I had to take a cold shower every time I thought about the water fight we had before Spring break. I pretty much had to take a cold shower every time I thought about him. And people noticed. I wasn't tortured about it like I had thought I would, but I was encouraged. I got notes that said "Klaine 4ever" "Blurt=Love" and so many others. And Blaine got them, too. He was confused by them. He had no idea about my obvious crush. He could be so daft sometimes, but that's also another thing I like about him.
Blaine stood up with a few other Warblers. He, like everyone else, was in his uniform, but he made it his own... somehow. He smoothed the lapel of his jacket and ran his fingers through his perfectly sculpted hair, letting a few curls loose. He opened his perfect mouth and.. oh those lips. "This song is for someone special... and I hope he'll get the memo." I saw Wes wink at me from his spot next to Blaine.
The piano started
Wes and a few others "ooh"ed before Blaine began his singing.
"I hung up the phone tonight," He did the thing he normally did, swept his hand around the crowd before joining the others in snapping. His eyes seemed to never leave me.
"Something happened for the first time
Deep inside
It was a rush
What a rush," The others repeated "what a rush" two more times. Blaine seemed to be getting more into the song, really beginning to belt out the lyrics.
"'Cause the possibility
That you would ever feel the same way
About me
It's just too much
Just too much," they repeated like they had for "What a rush" Blaine seemed to get this sad look in his eyes as he sang about someone never feeling the same about him.
"Why do I keep running from the truth?
All I ever think about is you," his piercing eyes met mine for a fraction of a second, enough for my stomach to start with the butterflies.
"You got me hypnotized," he did the sign normally reserved to call someone crazy without them noticing (something we usually did to Wes behind his back).
"So mesmerized
And I've just got to know," he held the note out longer than any other, and the music got more intense.
"Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be?
Where this thing could go?" He closed his eyes and sang with the passion worthy of Rachel Berry. "Yes," I wanted to reply, "all the time."
"Am I crazy or falling in love?
Is it real or just another crush?
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you?" He pointed a slender finger at me, my breath catching in my throat.
"Are you holding back
Like the way I do?
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But I know this crush ain't going
Away," He did a little dance.
"Going away," in the background, the boys sang the chorus.
"Has it ever crossed your mind
When we're hanging,
Spending time, boy, are we just friends?
Is there more?
Is there more?" Once more repeated by the others.
"See it's a chance we've gotta take
'Cause I believe that we can make this
Into something that'll last
Last forever," He came up and grabbed my hands, pulling me close to him.
"Forever," the others sang before bursting into the singing of "yeah"s.
"Why do I keep running from the truth?" The others repeated.
"All I ever think about is you."
"All I ever think about."
"You got me hypnotized," Blaine spun me around.
"Hypnotized."
"So mesmerized."
"Mesmerized."
"And I've just got to know"
"Do you ever think," The boys repeated the last two words.
"When your all alone."
"All alone."
"All that we could be."
"Where this thing could go," The boys held out "go"
"Am I crazy or falling in love," They answered it with "crazy"
"Is this real or just another crush"
"another crush"
"Do you catch a breath," they held out "Breath".
"When I look at you,
Are you holding back,
Like the way I do,
Cause' I'm tryin, tryin to walk away,
But I know this crush aint' going
Away yeah yeah yeah."
"this crush ain't"
"Going away yeah yeah yeah"
"goin' away"
"Going away yeah yeah yeah"
"when you're all alone"
"All that we could be,
Where this thing could go"
"going away"
"Going away yeah yeah yeah," Blaine's voice faded. I vaguely heard clapping, cheers, laughter, cat calls, but the only thing I could take in was Blaine perfect lips perfectly moving against my mouth in the most perfect way.
It was perfect.
Gooey, gooey, mushyness.
This makes me feel lonely and boyfriendless.
R&R?