Hey there! Second chapter! Enjoy :) I don't enjoy this one as much as the other, but oh well. Here you go anyway!


Pairing: Klaine

Song: "Miss Me Baby" by Chris Cagle

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee! :( Chris, however, is an OC.


"Miss me baby, when you hear our favorite song. Miss me baby, and when you start to sing along? Think about all the times that we danced in the light to it all night long, oh. Then miss me baby."

Kurt sat on the couch in his living room, staring at the ceiling, the radio singing lightly beside him. The music to the next song started, and Kurt nearly fell off the couch in his haste to try to turn off the radio before the words started. But he wasn't fast enough.

"You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on."

Kurt sat on the edge of the couch, staring at the floor, making no move to turn the radio off. A familiar ache gripped his stomach.

"You make me, feel like I'm living a teenage dream."

Dropping his head into his hands, he began to remember. He didn't think of the first time Blaine sang this to him, oh no, that was too cliché. Instead, he thought of the first time they danced.

Blaine stood up off the picnic blanket, pulling Kurt up with him. He pressed a button on the stereo, and the familiar instrumental filled the cool night air. Blaine pulled Kurt close, wrapping his arms around the taller boy's waist. And they danced together as the song played and the moon lit their world.

Kurt groaned.

"Let you put your hands on me, in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight!"

Kurt let out a mangled, frustrated scream and kicked the radio. It skittered across the living room floor, unplugging itself from the wall. The silence was interrupted as Kurt stomped up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door.

"And want me honey, like you did the night you told me that you loved me. We couldn't wait anymore, left the keys in the door. Took my hand, pulled me down on the kitchen floor…Yeah, we were that crazy. So miss me baby."

Collapsing onto his bed, Kurt suddenly wanted nothing more than to be holding Blaine again, kissing him. Hell, he'd give anything to just TALK to him again. Another memory took over Kurt's brain as he laid there, contemplating the empty space beside him.

Blaine opened the door to their dorm room, and saw that Kurt was already sitting at his desk.

"Honey, I'm home!" Blaine laughed as he shed his messenger bag on the floor. Kurt turned to Blaine with a laugh.

"Good," he replied jokingly as he stood to hug Blaine. Blaine rested his head on Kurt's chest.

"I love you," Blaine murmured before he could stop himself. "Oh, god, I mean, uh-"

"Just shut up and lemme kiss you," Kurt whispered as he leaned down to Blaine, lips meeting and fireworks exploding.

Next thing each boy remembers is the sound of alarm clocks. The boys, dazed, sat up as they realized both were shirtless and laying in Kurt's ed.

Blaine's blazer lay discarded on the floor, his button up shirt tossed aside as well. Kurt's t-shirt lay in a crumpled heap by the foot of the bed. Kurt reached for his shirt and pulled it on. Blaine's extremely chapped lips burned as he grinned, but he couldn't help it.

"God, you're crazy…" both boys breathed as they worked to get ready for the day.

A tear slipped down Kurt's cheek as he touched his lips gently with his fingertips. He could still taste the wonderful taste that was Blaine if he thought hard enough.

"Because when he's holding you, know that it's killing me. Let my memory be the reason, girl that you can't sleep."

Kurt knew that when he had broken up with Blaine, he had made a huge mistake. But he felt like since Blaine was going away to college, the dapper boy would want a clean slate, a fresh start. So Kurt had left him, despite Blaine's objections. Kurt was miserable.

And then he found Chris. The tall blonde basketball player was Kurt's roommate, and they hit it off well. They began dating about a month into Kurt's senior year.

Then Blaine had come back to Dalton, to see all his Warbler friends for Christmas. Walking into the common room, Blaine found Chris holding Kurt, who was curled up, asleep, his head in Chris' lap. Infuriated, Blaine stomped out of the room before making a quick, silent exit.

When Jeff and Nick had told Kurt what had happened, Kurt was upset. He laid awake in bed that night, thinking. Memories haunted him, and he cried quietly as he realized how stupid he was to let go of Blaine.

"And every time you feel his touch, I pray to God it's not enough, and that I've touched your heart so deep…Girl you can't shake me. 'Cause I love you, yes I need you…Miss me baby."

At some point during the night, Chris heard the sound of Kurt's crying. He sat up and slowly made his way to Kurt's bed, lying down beside him.

Kurt, now extremely upset, turned and buried his head in Chris' chest, thinking it was Blaine. But the chest was too muscular, the arms too strong, and the cologne was wrong. Kurt sobbed. "I want Blaine," he whispered to himself. Chris was great, no doubt, but was nothing compared to Blaine.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel. I do not want a fresh start or whatever it was you think I wanted. I want you. But I'm going to let you go. But, when you realize what you want for real, let me know, okay? I'll wait for you," Blaine kissed Kurt's forehead one more time before he walked away.

"Miss me baby, until you can't take it no more. Miss me baby, pack your bags and hit the door. I'm a man, I was wrong, forgive me. Come back home, I'll be waiting, right here waiting. Miss me baby."

With another sob, Kurt pushed Chris away, scrambling out of bed and to his desk to grab his phone. "Kurt? Babe?" Chris sounded confused and hurt. Choking back a sob, Kurt ran out the door.

Chris let him go.

Kurt made his way to the choir room, pulling his knees to his chest when he sat on the couch. He dialed a familiar number on his phone.

"Hello?" the familiar, sleepy voice made Kurt smile, even through the tears.

"Blaine?" Kurt was surprised at how broken his voice sounded.

"Kurt," Blaine's voice perked up, and Kurt heard he sounds of shifting sheets as Blaine sat up. "How are you? Are you alright?"

"You act as if I'm not calling you at 2:30 in the morning!" Kurt sniffed. "As if this is normal,"

"It is Kurt," Blaine said quietly, and Kurt swore his heart stopped beating. "I told you I'd love you and be here for you. So, here I am. What's the matter? You sound like you're crying."

"I miss you," Kurt whispered, emotion weighing his voice down, and the boys talked through the night until the sun peeked through the curtains of the Dalton choir room.


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