Luke and I went to the Lima Bean to grab another latte when we saw Jesse walk in. Tired of the grief he's given us the past few days, I went up onstage for another karaoke session.

"I dedicate this song to my boyfriend, Luke," I announced, pointing at Luke, who blanched and smiled.

"There ain't a reason you and me should be alone tonight

Tonight, yeah, baby, tonight, yeah, baby

I got a reason why you're who should take me home tonight

I need a man who thinks it's right when it's so wrong

Tonight, yeah, baby, tonight, yeah, baby

Right on the limits' where we both belong tonight

It's hard to feel the rush

To push the danger off us

I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you

Where we can both fall far in love

"I'm on the edge of glory

And I'm hangin' on the moment of truth

I'm on the edge of glory

And I'm hangin' on the holding with you

I'm on the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge, the edge

I'm on the edge of glory

And I'm hangin' on the moment with you

I'm on the edge with you,"

I finished and mild applause. I saw Jesse clapping as well and he got onstage aside me.

"I can't beat that," he admitted. "Kurt, you and Luke belong together. That's the way fate works with it. I'm sorry to both of you for being such a douche. But always remember one thing:

"Feeling broken

Barely holding on

But there's just something so strong

Somewhere inside me

And I am down, but I'll get up again

Don't count me out just yet

I've been brought down to my knees

And I've been pushed way past the point of breaking

But I can't take it

I'll be back, back on my feet

This is far from over

You haven't seen the last of me

You haven't seen the last of me

They can say that I won't stay around

But I'm gonna stand my ground

You're not gonna stop me

You don't know me; you don't know who I am

Don't count me out so fast

I've been brought down to my knees

And I've been pushed way past the point of breaking

But I can't take it

I'll be back, back on my feet

This is far from over

You haven't seen the last of me,"

Jesse sang, and with that last note, he put the microphone down and left the coffee shop. I looked at Luke, who shrugged.

"He'll be back," I said. "He always comes back, whether we like it or not."

A/N: I couldn't find a song I had that fit Jesse's moment, so I give you Burlesque.