A/N: Okay, so maybe this story was deleted, maybe not... Anyway, I think it's the first time someone used a Teenage Dream lyrics for title since Never Been Kissed (or the first time I published this). Yes, I use my favorite lines as titles, even if then they're freaking long.

We Can Dance Until We Die

After the disastrous talk with Kurt, Blaine wandered aimlessly around the halls of McKinley. He found himself, a good hour later, in auditorium. It was late, everyone already went back home.

He was alone.

He climbed onto the stage and like a year ago, started to perfect this one move that made his whole performance awful. He wanted to be perfect, at least on stage, since his life was as far from perfect as it gets.

Blaine always wanted to be perfect. For Kurt. Even if Kurt didn't care anymore.

He never was though. Not for his parents ("I'm gay." "It's a phrase, you're gonna get over it." – "I have a boyfriend." "Don't mention your abnormality in this house." – "Kurt and I broke up." "Finally. You can meet my friend's daughter next weekend, Blaine."), not when he was the Warblers' soloist ("It's like we're Blaine and The Pips."), not for Kurt.

He felt his ankle burning from pain, but he kept going. He had to be perfect.

Blaine wasn't good enough. He never was. Kurt needed a big-city boyfriend who'll be there for him all the time and who he could share everything with. He didn't want poor, old Blaine, the high school sweetheart still stuck in Lima, still in his Senior Year.

He tripped, but caught himself before colliding with the ground. He kept going.

And then, instead of talking it out, Blaine cheated on Kurt. On his boyfriend. On the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. On the boy who was so fragile and insecure he needed constant reassuring that he looked perfect.
He was awful. He didn't deserve Kurt.

This time he fell to the ground.

"God, Blaine, why are you so stupid?" His hands clenched, forming fists. His tears started to fall. "You're such a moron" His fists banged against the floor, his eyes closing. He screamed. "You'll never get it, will you?"

I don't trust you anymore

He rolled onto his side, curling into a ball.

I don't trust you.

He started to sob. He broke Kurt's trust. The thing they build their relationship on. He broke his own heart.

He didn't deserve Kurt anyway.

Blaine took out his phone and started to look for that song. He pressed play and let himself mourn. He wanted Teenage Dream to haunt him, reminding him of what he'd done. Singing it was like torture, but pain was the only thing he knew now.

He had to make it sound perfect again.

"You think I'm pretty"

Choking.

"Without any make up on"

Sniffing.

"You think I'm fun-funny"

Hiccup.

"When I tell the punch line"

Deep breath.

"Wrong."

Sobbing

"I know you get me

So I let my walls come down, down."

Voice breaking around the first down. Voice lost around the second.

"Let's go all the way tonight."

Out of tune.

"No regrets, just… love."

More choking.

"We can dance, until we die."

Speaking.

"You and I"

Sharp inhale.

"We'll be young for-forever."

He couldn't even finish it.
But it had to be perfect. It had to be. He had to be perfect. Again.

For his parents. For his friends. For Kurt.

Blaine got up and - ignoring the pain in his ankle - continued to practice.