A/N: Okay so I know that I promised the date and the song that inspired the series, but I lied. I sat down to write and realized that I just wasn't okay with skipping straight to that. So to make up for that this chapter is extra long, includes lots of fluff, and one of my favorite songs of all time Snow Patrol's Set Fire to the Third Bar. I know it is a tad bit cliche now that it was the Dear John movie theme song, but it was amazing before that.


Blaine's POV

Okay so I will admit that maybe I was a little over prepared and just a little anxious because I ended up in Lima about half an hour ahead of schedule. Right as the last bell of the day was chiming at Dalton I was practically sprinting out of the door and back to my dorm room. Where, of course everything was already packed and lying on my bed waiting for me. I rushed through a couple of phone calls and head towards my car. I was probably averaging about 20 mph over the speed limit the entire drive just out of nervous energy and a need to see my boyfriend again. It had only been a week, but it has seriously been the longest rollercoaster ride of my life. As I was changing lanes in order to exit on the one and only off ramp into Lima, I noticed the time. It's only 4:45; Kurt would still be in practice with New Directions. Hmm… maybe I should surprise him, he hates surprises, but I really want to see him, maybe he wouldn't mind just this one time. Okay, I am going to do it, worst case scenario he gets a little mad and I have to sit in the car waiting for them to finish. I turned down one of the three main roads in this tiny town and headed for the McKinley High parking lot.

Kurt's POV

I have been watching the clock for the past three hours. Blaine was coming into town tonight and I am really anxious to see him. It's only been a week, but with so much going on here and then with him at Dalton and the whole miscommunication ordeal I really just want to hug him and get the physical reassurance that everything has been forgiven and that he really does love me. Mercedes has been watching me, watch the clock, with a 'bitch please can't you just wait' look. I can understand her frustration with me right now considering since I have been back all I have been talking about is "Blaine this… Blaine that… blah blah blah". Even I started getting irritated with my own voice, but my relationship with Blaine is just so new, in so many ways. I mean we have only been together for a couple of weeks, he is my first boyfriend, I am his first boyfriend, I got my first real kiss in this relationship, and this is both of our first times in a long distance relationship. What can I say, there are a lot of firsts and I could go into extraordinary detail on any one of those topics, not including a million other things that I love about Blaine.

I looked back up at the clock 18 minutes until I am out of here and back in Blaine's arms. As I was moving my gaze back to Mr. Schue I saw a very familiar head of gorgeous black curly hair passing in front of the open choir room door.

Suddenly I was screaming, "BLAINE!" And before I even finished enunciating the beautiful name I was out of my seat literally jumping into his arms.

Blaine's POV

"Wow that was not the reaction I was expecting." I giggled into the crook of his neck holding on to him for dear life considering he is currently wrapped around my torso his long thing legs wrapped around waist. I pulled back a little so that I could look into his beautiful eyes, the eyes that I have been picturing in my sleep every night since he left. With a huge smile on my face I questioned, "a good surprise then, huh?"

He is gorgeous, especially with this goofy grin and a beam of pure happiness radiating off of him, he finally answered after a short pause. "The best surprise ever! I have missed you so much, just ask Mercedes!"

This comment causes me to look away from him for just a second and realize that we had a very attentive audience. I found Mercedes face in the crowd, she was smiling at me and declared, "He hasn't shut up about you for the entire week, I couldn't even distract him with this month's Vogue, he just kept telling me how good you would everything!"

I laughed quite loudly and looked back at Kurt with one eye brow raised, "Not even Vogue, well don't I feel quite loved". He swatted my arm and carefully got down from my arms, a slight blush creeping up his face. With the distraction of Kurt in my arms gone I finally took the time to fully look at the group sitting in front of me giving everyone a slight wave and a smile, "Hey guys, long time no see. Sorry for interrupting your rehearsal."

It was Santana who practically purred a response to me, "Don't even worry about it honey, the two of you just saved us from listing that dwarf discuss her musical capabilities again". To be honest Santana has always creeped me out, like I am going to fall asleep one night and wake up with her molesting me in my own bed. A cough brought me out of my train of thought; it was Mr. Schue this time, "Why don't you guys take a seat so that we can finish up with the lesson."

Kurt took my hand and led me over to where he was sitting next to Mercedes and Tina.

Mr. Schue resumed the lesson, "Now as I was saying, the emotion behind a song is what gives the song all of its meaning. Any song can go from good to great if the singer understands the underlying emotion and emulates that in the performance. So this weekend I want you, with or without a partner, to pick a song that contains an emotion that you believe that you can truly make your audience understand." At this point I lean over to Kurt and whisper into his ear, he looks up at me with big eyes and a surprised face that slowly becomes a smile and a nod of his head. I raise my hand, getting a confused nod from Mr. Schue I politely ask, "May Kurt and I perhaps due a demonstration for the group?"

"Umm… yeah sure, if you would like. Just keep it appropriate okay?"

I smile, Kurt blushes, "Not a problem, sir."

Kurt and I made our way to front of the class and I lean over the piano to tell the man who's name everyone seems to forget, even if he is always here, our song choice.

The music slowly starts the opening chords, of the song that has been playing in my head for a week. We started off the song on opposite sides of the rather small classroom, watching each other start as the opening lines:

I find the map and draw a straight line

Over rivers, farms, and state lines

The distance from 'A' to where you'd be

It's only finger-lengths that I see

I touch the place where I'd find your face

My fingers in creases of distant dark places

We slowly start moving towards each other. Kurt has this look of pure sadness and pining on his face. I hopefully have one with equal emotion on mine.

I hang my coat up in the first bar

There is no peace that I've found so far

The laughter penetrates my silence

As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises

Ghosts with just voices

Your words in my memory

Are like music to me

I love the way our voices blend together making this song mean so much more to me than it already did. It fits what I have been going through perfectly, and though I do hope that Kurt misses me just as much, I hate seeing the look of despair on his beautiful face.

I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold ground

I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far

We'd set the fire to the third bar

We'd share each other like an island

Until exhausted, close our eyelids

And dreaming, pick up from

The last place we left off

Your soft skin is weeping

A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold ground

And I, I pray that something picks me up

and sets me down in your warm arms

We finally reach the middle of the room, are hands slowly reaching out to clasp. I can feel the emotion radiating off of him, like he is apologizing through the song for the pain that he has placed on the two of us for moving back here.

I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold ground

and I, I pray that something picks me up

and sets me down in your warm arms

I finally take him completely into my arms, holding him tightly against my chest. His head burrows into my neck where he is placing small pecks to corner of jaw. He just barely whispers "I love you so much", against the skin of neck. I smile slightly, "I missed you so much."

We are woken from our personal moment to the sound of clasping hands and Pucks fake puking sounds. With a pinched look on her face Santana says "You guys are so sweet it's disgusting. I mean seriously get a room."

Kurt whipped his head in her direction and glares her down. Right when he is opening his mouth to respond Mr. Schue jumped up clapping his hands together. "Wow guys that was amazing; a great example of conveying emotion and a hard act to follow. So everyone else make sure you are ready by Monday and you may head out. Have a great weekend!"


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