Author's Note:
Well it's almost that time! One more chapter left before the summer hiatus. I have to say, I am quite relieved. I need a break. I am still not sure my plans for next season, whether to continue this or not. While my reviewers and readers are awesome, readership is down and it's a ton of work to put out a weekly chapter with such strict timeframes. So if you have an opinion I'd love to hear it.
Now without further ado, many thanks to my beta typegirl19, and my writing partners in crime MuseInMe3 and StarGleekBelle for their constant inspiration and willingness to hear me through my complaining every week as I try to make sense of this world and the canon one.
WARNING for recent world events. If you have questions before you read please feel free to PM me.
Here's what you missed on Glee:
"So are you terrified of your Pretty Pony coming home?" Santana smirked through the laptop screen as she lounged on Kurt's bed, the bed her aching back would happily call home until he returned. "I could give you some cage-dancing lessons over Skype," she offered happily.
"I'm not terrified, Santana," Blaine snarled playfully back, though his whole body was humming with nervous excitement. "This visit isn't about us anyway. It's about Kurt and his father and I will be there to support them both in any way that I can."
"I bet you will," she teased, her eyebrows wiggling suggestively.
"Santana I'm serious," Blaine admonished, but he couldn't help but let a sly smile slip. Kurt was coming home. He was going to be in Lima for a whole week and though Blaine had every intention of respecting Kurt's clear wishes of not hooking up, he also had every intention of reminding Kurt as often as possible exactly how much he was loved. "It will just be nice having him home. Here, I mean," he quickly corrected himself. He knew New York was home now. "And I'm just praying that everything Burt's done and been through in the past 6 months has done its job. If anything terrifies me, it's that."
Santana's face softened as she looked at her best friend. "Burt's gonna be fine. That man's a fighter. And though Kurt is freaking out and going all Miss Pillsbury on us, he'll be fine too."
Blaine looked at her confused. "What do you mean?"
Santana shrugged, not wanting Blaine to worry. "He's trying to put order to the world. Control what he can because things are out of control right now. So he's become a little obsessive about…well, everything."
Blaine frowned. Now he was even gladder Kurt was going to be there in only a few hours. He wanted more than anything to hold him tightly and never let go until everything was okay in the world again. But he kept those thoughts to himself and played it close to the cuff. "Thanks for the heads up," he said, looking at the time. "I have to get to school. Kurt's gonna meet us there this afternoon so last thing I need is detention for being late."
"Go get 'em tiger," Santana grinned with a growl.
Blaine just shook his head as a blush grew on his cheeks and he switched the computer off without a goodbye. He took a breath and reminded himself, this week is about Kurt and his Dad, not us. But his heart fluttered with excitement, the blush did not disappear and all he could think about was the feel of Kurt's hand in his again.
It was going to be a wonderful week.
Kurt walked the halls of McKinley High School feeling like he was 16 years old again and back in a time when he was scared and confused and counting the minutes to return back to his father's hospital bedside. He'd been alone then, after his father's heart attack, wishing he'd had just one person who could hold him and make everything feel like it was all going to be okay. Things were different now. He turned the corner and there Blaine stood, looking dashingly handsome as ever as he talked to Jake, Marley and Mr. Schuester. Before Kurt could grab his attention, Mike and Mercedes slid to his side and grinned happily hugging them both.
"Ready to go to the choir room?" Mercedes asked, but she soon followed his gaze and patted him on the shoulder. "We'll just say hi to Miss Pillsbury and give you a minute. Meet us in her office when you two are done?"
Kurt nodded. Then Blaine's head turned and his smile lit up the hallways as if the sun just fell to earth. Kurt smiled back. He wasn't alone anymore. Not this time.
In his mind he ran over, pulling Blaine into his arms as Kurt buried himself in the crook of his neck letting all his tears of worry out against the pulse of the heart that he still held close.
But he didn't because he knew that would lead down to a rabbit hole he wasn't prepared to travel. Not this trip. So instead he walked over and leaned against the locker. "Hi," Kurt greeted softly.
"Hi," Blaine responded awkwardly, his nerves and uncertainty somewhat strange for Kurt to see and yet it was not entirely unwelcome, because then his own wouldn't seem so out of place. Then Blaine's eyes locked into Kurt's and the flutter in his chest returned. "I'm so glad you're home Kurt. Here," Blaine quickly corrected himself. "I mean here, not-"
"No Blaine," Kurt said, quickly grabbing Blaine's hand and squeezing it, but letting go just as quickly. The image of Blaine singing in the jazz club flashed before his eyes. "You're right. I know what I said before, but I was just angry." Kurt glanced around the hallway. The familiar sights, sounds and smells filled his senses and then his eyes fell back on Blaine. "This will always be home."
To Blaine: HE'S IN REMISSION! OMG, I CAN BARELY BREATHE.
To Kurt: THAT'S AMAZING! Kurt, I'm so happy for you both. Give him my best.
To Blaine: Give him your best yourself. Tell Mr. Schue that I'm taking the floor today in Glee. I've got a performance for my Dad all planned.
To Kurt: I can't wait! See you both soon!
"How are you doing?" Blaine asked as he sat on the couch beside Kurt. He'd been more than thrilled when Burt had invited him back to the house after Kurt's rousing performance in Glee and was absolutely ecstatic when Kurt smiled and nodded in agreement. Blaine wasn't sure why his hands had been shaking on the steering wheel as he took the short drive over to the Hudmel's house, but within minutes of actually be there again with Kurt it was as if nothing had changed.
The week had been so up and down, so hot and cold for him that it was nearly dizzying. He knew what they'd promised, he knew that Kurt's focus was entirely on his father and god how he regretted his ridiculous "dirty cute" remark in the Lima Bean. True or not, and it was totally true, Blaine should have known that nothing else mattered at the time but Kurt's Dad. But now, Burt was well and Kurt could relax. At least Blaine hoped so.
"I'm okay," Kurt told him, snuggling in slightly. "Relieved more than anything. Almost losing him once was hard enough, but twice? I don't know if I can take anymore Blaine, I really don't."
Blaine took his hand, worried that Kurt would pull away but he didn't. "I saw how hard it was for you," he said carefully. "Especially at the Lima Bean. Santana warned me, but I've never seen you so-"
"Superstitious?" Kurt finished with a raised eyebrow. "I even yelled at my dad at the doctor's office for wearing a dark blue shirt instead of a light blue one." Kurt shook his head at his own behavior. "I mean, who does that?"
Blaine could tell that Kurt still felt incredibly guilty about it no matter how many times he'd already apologized. "I'm sure your dad understands," Blaine assured him.
Kurt gave a slight scoff. "I'm not even sure I understand it myself. I've never been like that, never believed in that sort of stuff. It's silly."
"It's not silly," Blaine argued. "Everybody deals with things differently, Kurt. I run away. You confront things head on. It's one of the things I admire most about you. So if you need a little ritual to get you through the hardest times, then so long as it doesn't become a habit I say it's fine. Ritual is just trying to make sense out of things that are nonsense."
Burt stuck his head into the living room and smiled at the boys. "Carol and I are going to head upstairs," he said. "Blaine you're welcome to stay but make sure your Mom or your Dad knows where you are."
"Thanks," Blaine said.
The boys sat in the silence, staring at their hands as Burt and Carole went upstairs. The light went out in the hallway and their eyes slowly drifted back to one another. It would be so easy right now, in the dim light of the moon shining through the windows, for Blaine to lean over and kiss him, taste him on his tongue, feel Kurt's lips against his. But he knew it wasn't right, not here, not right now. It was clear when Kurt, feeling it too, leaned back slightly and chased away the electricity in the air with conversation. "So you're really planning to move to New York?" he asked.
Blaine blinked, returning to reality and surprised by the question itself. "Well, I hope so," he said, suddenly his heart dropping with worry. "That's okay, right? I mean, you said it was so…"
"Of course it's okay, I just don't want you making decisions because of me," Kurt told him gently.
"Kurt, you're my best friend. You're there, Santana's there, Rachel, now Artie. Cooper's there more than he's in Ohio. Why wouldn't I want to go?" Blaine asked, his face scrunched with confusion.
"Cooper's in California more than NY. Mike's in LA, I know you were close to him last year," Kurt reasoned.
"Kurt." Blaine reached over and brushed Kurt's cheek, and their eyes met. "I belong in New York. Just like I belonged at McKinley. Whatever happens between us…" Blaine lowered his eyes and shrugged nervously.
"I broke up with Adam," Kurt suddenly said and Blaine's head shot back up, eyes wide with renewed energy. Kurt couldn't help but laugh. "We just couldn't find a movie that seemed romantically us."
"I'm sorry," Blaine said, fighting back a grin that was just longing to escape.
Kurt chuckled. Blaine's lips may not have betrayed his happiness, but his eyes shined with joy. "No you're not," Kurt smirked, then acquiesced. "But thank you."
Blaine ducked his head to hide a blush he couldn't hide. "I am sorry, Kurt. If it hurt you."
"It didn't," Kurt promised, squeezing the hand he still held firm in his grasp. They hadn't let go of one another since they'd sat down and though it stayed unspoken, it wasn't lost on either of them. "I learned a lot. About myself. But it was never right between us." Blaine nodded, understanding. "Have you dated anyone? I know you haven't mentioned it but-" Kurt shrugged.
"You mean besides Tina?" Blaine joked and Kurt snickered. But Blaine grew serious. If he was going to make this work he needed to be completely honest with Kurt about everything. "No, I haven't dated anyone. Though…I did have feelings for Sam…for a little while," he said nervously.
Kurt's eyes seemed to bore into Blaine's, but then he nodded with reassurance. "Totally understandable. I mean no one can resist those lips," he quipped and Blaine breathed a sigh of relief that seemed to break the little bit of tension that had remained.
"There was this guy who asked me out for coffee the other day at the gym," Blaine smirked with a bit of pride. "But I turned him down. It wasn't right either," he said. Kurt smiled softly and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine brushed his lips across Kurt's hair, breathing in his scent, but using all his willpower to resist the urge to kiss him. This is what it was all about. The feeling of home, family, safety. This is what he wanted forever. "I'm really glad your dad's okay Kurt," Blaine whispered, and he meant it as much for himself as he did Kurt.
And Kurt understood that and so much before, because Kurt understood Blaine better than anyone. "Yeah," he whispered back. "Me too."
Friday morning, Blaine rushed from his car, hating to turn the news off but needing to find Sam and make sure he was okay. He pushed through the front doors of the school and spied him across the hallway at his locker, tense and staring at his phone. Blaine checked his own once more before heading over, but there seemed to be nothing new. "Hey," he said softly.
Sam's response was muted and his eyes never shifted up as he fidgeted nervously. "I don't think I can be here today."
"Have you heard from her this morning?" Blaine asked, trying to appear calm amidst his own nerves. He reminded himself to call Santana and make sure she was holding it together as well.
"Yeah, she actually texted me this morning. Her interview was supposed to be at 10, but they rescheduled it to next week. They're in lockdown in the hotel. Police are asking everyone not to go outside for now."
Blaine leaned on the lockers and reached a hand out to Sam's arm. "She's gonna be fine," he assured Sam though he had absolutely no way of being certain.
Sam looked up at him, his eyes almost as terrified as they had been during the school shooting. "They've shut down Boston, Cambridge, Watertown, Waltham. The shooting was at MIT Blaine, she could have been there, it could have been her!"
"But it wasn't Sam," Blaine told him and took him in his arms. "It wasn't Brittany. She's safe in her hotel room and nothing is going to happen. She'll spend the day driving her parents crazy watching whatever it is she watches on television and on Monday all of this will be over and she'll go and kick ass at her interview."
"What if there's another bombing," Sam stammered. "What if-"
"There won't be," Blaine promised.
"I don't know how many times I can worry about losing her." Sam shuddered in his arms and Blaine held him closer as Kurt's words yesterday echoed in his head. Twice Kurt feared losing Burt. Twice Sam feared losing Brittany. Life was way too short not to take chances every day.
"False alarms, Sam. That's all they are, false alarms," Blaine said soothingly. "Reminders about what's really important in life. Holding on to the people you love and not letting them go."
"I don't ever want to let go of her," he said and Blaine nodded, understanding completely. "But you, um, you can let go of me though Blaine, people are starting to stare," Sam quipped as he looked over Blaine's shoulder and Blaine startled out of the moment and remembered they were in the halls of McKinley.
"Oh, right, sorry Dude," he said and took a step back, but Sam smiled and threw an arm around him.
"It's okay," Sam chuckled and they headed to Blaine's locker for him to grab his things. "How did things go with Kurt last night?" Sam asked, wagging his eyebrows.
"It wasn't like that Sam." Blaine blushed and hid his face in his locker. "But it was great. We had a really nice talk."
"Is that what the kids are calling it these days," Sam teased and Blaine pushed him playfully. "Alright, alright. I'm just glad things are going well. He isn't going to come after me like he did Tina is he? Because you sang to me and all?"
Blaine closed his locker and stared at him. "You're an idiot," he chimed just as the bell rang.
"Kurt can be scary!" Sam grinned as he headed off in the other direction. "See you in Glee."
Blaine waved after him and he started to class but the beating in his heart started to drum with ideas and nerves and he slipped into a corner to send a quick text to Burt before he lost his nerve. He'd been thinking about it since last night and with the news today, something was telling him it was time for Blaine to take his own chance.
"He's making googly eyes at you," Mercedes smirked at Kurt as the two of them headed out of the choir room.
"He's always making googly eyes at me Mercedes, from the first day I met him on the stairs and he sang Teenage Dream." Kurt easily minimized Blaine's gaze at him, but Kurt knew she was right. And now that he could put all the worries about his dad aside, he found that he even welcomed it. Still Mercedes didn't need to know that. A boy could play coy and hard to get too. "They're the same eyes he made to Jeremiah and to Sebastian and to Tina and to Sam-"
"Those aren't the same eyes he gives to anyone else, someone needs to hit you upside the head with a clue-by-four," Mercedes snapped. "Why isn't he coming with us anyway?"
"He said he had something important he needed to do and we should go on without him," Kurt said, glancing back with a bit of uncertainty. "You think he's okay?"
"Oh my god, you have it so bad Hummel and the worst part is you won't even admit it," Mercedes said. "You gonna say anything before you leave? I said not to run from passion and I meant it," she added pointedly.
Kurt groaned. "Oh 'Cedes, I don't even want to go now. I feel like we're just starting to turn things around and if I go away again so soon…do you know some guy hit on him at the gym the other day?"
Mercedes chuckled. "What about NYADA?"
"My professors all let me do my midterms early since I was leaving to see Dad. And since everyone else is doing theirs now, I'm not really missing much." He turned and looked at her. "What about you?
She shrugged. "I don't have much to get back for now. I was thinking of staying for Regionals." She glanced at him expectantly. "Wanna stay with me?"
Kurt chewed his lip. He really wanted to. It would mean Santana sleeping in his bed for longer, but he was certain there was really nothing left of his room she could ransack. And it would mean more time with Blaine to maybe figure things out. He already loved him. Always would. But maybe it would be nice to date again. Start over. Take things slowly and find a new groove. One that really worked for them this time. "Tempting Ms. Jones," Kurt answered linking his arm with hers. "Very tempting."
Blaine waited for Burt to leave the auditorium before he raced out into the parking lot to drive home. His petulance turned quickly into despondence as he hit the highway for Westerville. A nice long drive to think was exactly what he needed. When Mercedes had said not to run from passion, no matter how scary, he was certain the universe was giving him a sign. But instead his passion had ended up blowing up in his face. He didn't know what he had been thinking, believing that Burt would embrace the idea of him and Kurt marrying, but he had believed it. He thought Burt would understand that time is not forever and that some things were worth fighting for with everything he had. He thought at least he would understand that he loved Kurt and wanted to marry him and knew how precarious that right was and that Blaine would want to grab hold of it and not let go while he could. Instead, Burt thought he was just a silly child and now Blaine was more afraid than determined. Because Kurt and his father were sometimes more alike than they cared to admit, and what if Kurt thought the same?
Blaine pushed his keys in the door and opened it. His father glanced up from the couch with a smile.
"Hey there," John greeted him. "Your mom's coming over and we're gonna order in and do a dinner and a movie night."
"Great," Blaine mumbled sarcastically, ignoring his Dad and heading up the stairs to his room.
"Freeze!" His father's voice was commanding and Blaine squeezed his eyes shut with frustration then did exactly as he was told. "Turn." Blaine placed a hand on the handrail and turned to face his Dad who was now standing sternly in the middle of the living room. "March," the Colonel said, pointing to the floor at his feet.
Blaine sighed, though not too much, and did as he was told, already too defeated to resist.
"Talk," the Colonel ordered.
Blaine looked at his father's unwavering eyes and knew that evasion would get him nowhere, the Colonel would not yield. Blaine's eyes dropped to the floor and he shuffled his feet, but he spoke. "It just gets tiring, that's all."
"What does?" John asked.
"Having no one believe in you. Support you," Blaine answered quietly.
John's eyes narrowed. "Is this about Kurt?" his father asked knowingly and Blaine's eyes shot up without his consent.
"Yes. And no," he offered without any real clarification. Because if Burt hadn't been supportive of him there was a very real chance that his father would tear his head off for even thinking about getting married. Literally.
John watched him for a moment, waiting for Blaine to elaborate, but he merely saw his son once again avert his gaze. "Look Blaine, you have tons of people who believe in you and support you," he said, and his voice would have been warm and comforting if Blaine had believed him. "Your mother and I have been trying our best. You have Burt and-"
"No," Blaine cut him off firmly, his face flashing with anger and hurt. "I don't have Burt."
John scoffed. "Well that is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard you say. I know you don't talk about it with me, but Burt Hummel has been there for you through thick and thin these last two years."
"Yeah, well, not anymore," Blaine snapped, the petulance returning as he glared at his father.
"You want to tell me what happened?" he offered.
"No, Sir," Blaine answered brusquely.
John Anderson studied his son. He recognized so much of himself in Blaine's eyes. "Let me tell you something Blaine. Burt and I talk more than you think we do," he said. "And as much as I've hated to admit it, the times when he's made me feel like you feel now are the times he's been the most right and I didn't want to believe him." He reached a hand out to Blaine and squeezed his shoulder, forcing Blaine's eyes to meet his. "I'm sorry you inherited the Anderson stubbornness and pride. It's the best and worst thing about us."
Blaine took a breath at his father's touch, tears coming to his eyes but not wanting them to fall. "I just love Kurt. And I want the whole world to know."
John chuckled. "Anyone who knows you knows that. And most importantly, Kurt knows that. And I don't know exactly what we're talking about here, but you know more than anyone that love isn't even close to enough." Blaine bit his lip and looked away. "You know what I learned most from Burt Hummel?" John asked. Blaine shook his head. "The world doesn't work too well if everything is all or nothing."
Blaine looked up. The hope mixed with despair in his eyes was overwhelming. "What if all or nothing are the only choices you've got left?" He waited for his father's answer, but John didn't know what to say. "Can I please go to my room now?"
John sighed and nodded. "Yes, you may."
He watched Blaine go upstairs and heard the door snap shut. Within seconds the guitar started to play, as he knew it would. In fact he knew it would play all night as Blaine worked out the feelings and thoughts twisting and turning in his heart and head.
Please don't go, no no no;
If you go I'll be sad and blue,
So I say no no no, don't go away.
Oh no please don't leave, baby please;
If you should leave my poor heart would grieve
So I say nay nay nay, baby please stay.
John smiled fondly with a glance up the stairs as he picked up the phone and called Blaine's mother. "Change of plans, our son is being a teenager. How about we do dinner and a movie out instead? Just the two of us?" He waited for a reply, then broke out into a grin. "Great. It's a date."
"Tell me something kid," Burt said while he and Kurt did the dishes together that evening. He forced himself to be as casual as he possibly could given his conversation with Blaine earlier that day. "What's been going on with you and Blaine this week?"
Kurt looked up at him with surprise, his eyes wide with innocence. "Nothing," he assured his Dad.
"That's what I mean," Burt said, putting the dish towel down and leaning against the counter. He crossed his arms on his chest. "Why not? I mean, believe me, I'm certainly not telling you to rush into anything. But when love is staring you in the eye, you should at least look back." Kurt dropped his hands, and his eyes, from the sink and shrugged noncommittally. "You still scared?"
"Of Blaine? No," Kurt answered with certainty.
"You still don't trust him then?" Burt wondered, understanding if it were true.
But Kurt shook his head. "He made a mistake, but I know he's sorry and he loves me," he said, his voice low.
"Do you love him back?" Burt asked slowly. He'd told Blaine that he did and he believed with all his heart that Kurt did. But he'd been known to read his son wrong before. He truly hoped this wasn't one of those times, but he'd support Kurt in whatever he felt.
"You know I do," Kurt said quietly.
"Then what's stopping you?"
Kurt stared up at his dad. He'd been asking himself the same question all week. He kept coming up with different answers, but it all came down to one thing. "The risk," Kurt answered, his eyes wide and hopeful that his father would understand. Because he still wasn't sure that he did himself.
Burt was taken aback by Kurt's answer though. "Risk's never held you back before from anything you've wanted. You've put yourself on the line a hundred times Kurt. Little things, big things, solos, bullies, New York, college. Risk's never stopped you before."
"But this is the biggest thing Dad," Kurt answered before he even knew the words were out of his mouth.
"Love?" Burt asked.
"No," Kurt answered, shaking his head. "Forever."
Burt started to answer but didn't. Only the quiet whirr of the dishwasher filled the silence. Burt was certain that Blaine hadn't proposed yet, and though he wasn't so arrogant as to think he'd change the mind of a determined teenager, especially an Anderson, he certainly hoped that he'd at least put him off for a while. "It's dating Kurt, it's not forever," Burt told him.
"But it is," Kurt explained. "For him it is. He reads those soulmate romance novels and thinks it's us. He thinks we're destined to be together. "
"And you don't?" Burt asked him honestly.
Kurt paused, his eyes dropping. "I know forever sometimes isn't that long," Kurt whispered.
"Oh Kurt," Burt said as he pulled his son into a hug. Kurt clung to him, though he didn't cry.
"I just…I don't know if I can do it. I've had to deal with losing Mom and almost losing you twice now…" Kurt took a breath and pulled away. "But then I wonder, what the hell am I doing? If forever isn't long at all, why am I wasting the moments that I have alone and not with him. And then I worry that maybe there are other things I'm supposed to do, people I'm supposed to meet in the middle so I learn what I need to to make it to forever with Blaine. I thought with Adam it would be like that, but the truth is I just couldn't let Blaine go enough to really be there for him in any way." He sighed and sat down at the table running his fingers through his hair. "Why am I such a mess?" he asked, his eyes pleading up to his Dad.
"Because you're a teenager," Burt laughed and he sat down next to him. "And these are all the questions you're supposed to be asking and they are good questions, Kurt, they really are. And I know how Blaine feels about soulmates and destiny and all that, but you're the one who doesn't believe in that stuff so why get all flustered about it now?"
Kurt closed his eyes and shook his head. "I don't know. It's like wearing the right color, or putting the sugars in order or tapping my nose the right number of times at the right time of day. If I do it all right then things are okay and if I don't…"
"If you don't, then what?" Burt prompted.
"Then I lose the people I love. Maybe forever. And that forever is a really long time."
Burt reached over and grasped Kurt's hand. "You know what I learned when your Mom died? And when you brought Carol into my life? And when I woke from the coma and when the doctor said my cancer was in remission?" Kurt shook his head. "I learned that we really need to just live for the things we want in the world. Don't try to figure it all out like a puzzle, because maybe it's not one. Maybe the right thing is just to know what you want and go for it. Every day, choose what's right for today…and stop worrying about forever."
Kurt smiled softly, remembering the line from a song from a musical his mother used to play. "I chose and my world was shaken. So what? The choice may have been mistaken, the choosing was not," he sang.
"You have to move on," Burt continued, a softness falling to his face as they remembered Kurt's mom. "Look at what you want, not at where you are, not at what you'll be…"
Kurt's smile broadened and he felt more at peace with everything than he had all week. He knew what he wanted and he wasn't afraid, because even if the choice ended up being wrong in the end, he knew that if he followed his heart than the choosing would be right. "Thanks Dad," he beamed, getting up then kissing him on the cheek.
"Oh, and Kurt," Burt called after him as he started up the stairs and he stopped to turn. "Maybe all that learning you're supposed to do? Maybe you and he are supposed to do it together?" he suggested, a brow raised perceptively.
Kurt smiled softly, a blush rushing to his cheeks though he wasn't even sure why. "Maybe," he answered quietly then ran up to his room. He changed into comfy clothes and curled up on his bed with his music and a good book.
He couldn't wait to see Blaine tomorrow.
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Blaine's Song: "Please Don't Go" by Stevie Wonder
Kurt's Song: "Move On" from Sunday in the Park with George – one of the main songs that got me through my college romances. Look up the rest of the lyrics if you don't know it. ;-)