A/N- I laughed when I got this challenge. Not because I didn't like it or thought it was dumb, but because it was very obvious what it was supposed to be about. Taylor Swift. This one is for Juliet Hummel-Anderson: teardrops guitar December rain truck yellow Taylor button last kiss picture burn haunted story fairytale once time white horse love.

Christ, this was hard to write.

Disclaimer: None of these songs are mine. In case any of you crazy people thought I could write songs...

In Blaine's opinion, there are some artists that make songs to fit every mood, every possible time of day. Taylor Swift was one of those artists. She described every little moment he had ever had with Kurt Hummel.

Once upon a time, possibly a Tuesday, Blaine met Kurt. He felt an immediate connection, but that was just because he wanted to help him, to befriend the poor boy. It wasn't until he listened to Teardrops On My Guitar that he realized what a mistake he had made. He missed his chance, and all Kurt wanted to talk about was Sam. Sam this, Sam that.

"He's so handsome and sweet," Kurt said wistfully, twirling the straw in his iced tea. "The other day, he brought me flowers and gave them to me right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see." Kurt stared off into space with a gleeful expression. "He's all I've ever wanted."

All Blaine wanted was for him to stop talking and kiss him.

He says he's so in love,
He's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night...

Then something happened. Sam broke Kurt's poor heart, that beautiful heart that Blaine swore he would now protect.

"How could he just dump me like that?" Kurt asked, looking up from his tear-stained hands. "I thought he loved me..."

"He must've had a good reason for breaking up with you," Blaine said, rubbing the small of Kurt's back. "I can't think of why anyone would want to."

Kurt laughed harshly, but it came out as a choked sob. "He said he didn't think he could stay committed to me much longer. Jackass."

Blaine loaned Kurt a copy of one of his CDs to help the boy get over the breakup. Kurt took a particular liking to Picture to Burn.

I hate that stupid old pickup truck
You never let me drive
You're a redneck heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying

It wasn't long before Blaine thought maybe, just maybe, Kurt would be ready to date again. He could've cried tears of joy when Kurt said yes. They went to the park for their first date, which Blaine thought would be romantic and make Kurt happy.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?" He replied, looking up from his feet. The two boys had been walking through the trees in silence, but it was a comfortable one.

"Thank you for taking me out today. This was really perfect."

Blaine smiled. "You're perfect."

Kurt blushed. He looked at Blaine from behind his fluttering eyelashes, and Blaine instinctively closer the gap between their lips. The kiss was short and sweet, but still the best thing Blaine had ever experienced. His chest swelled as their lips crashed together, and he fought the urge to giggle giddily when Kurt took a sharp breath and let out a soft whimper.

Can you feel this magic in the air?
It must have been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standing there
It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale

And then Blaine had him all to himself. They were together, and Blaine was walking on air. It was their own little love story.

Romeo take me somewhere, we can be alone.
I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess,
It's a love story, baby, just say yes

It was perfection. Kurt was perfection. Or so Blaine thought...

They fought a lot.

Kurt was so strong willed, always ready to fight to the end. He knew how to push every little button, and he knew exactly when to do it to get the best reaction. Blaine just wanted to finish the arguing, but Kurt would never hear the end of it. Blaine finally snapped, yelling like he had never yelled before. That's when Kurt broke up with him. He said he didn't need to be held back anymore. Blaine remembered standing outside Kurt's house in the rain after their last fight, as the other boy slammed the door behind him.

This is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now its too late for you and your white horse,
To come around

Now everything was falling to pieces. The grass was too green, the sky too blue, that yellow sun too bright. None of it matched how he felt on the inside.

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I go back to December, turn around and make it alright
I go back to December all the time

And now the only Taylor Swift song Blaine can listen to is Haunted. He knows just how it feels to be haunted by love.

I know, I know,
I just know
You're not gone. You can't be gone.
No.