OH MY GOSH! I am sooooo incredibly sorry that it took me the whole summer to write one chapter. If you're still reading this fic, I love you to pieces. I'm totally serious. I feel awful, especially since the delay was mostly just my being lazy. (I also sat on my computer and broke the screen, but I have access to other computers.)

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Also, I've been progressively editing the story, starting with chapter 1. I'm working on chapter 4 now. I encourage you to read – or at least skim – those chappies that I've edited. It'll probably help you along the way in case there's something that refers back to the beginning of the fic.

P.S. Did anyone see the EPIC Klaine kiss during Glee Live? It was awesome. Of course, the Santittany kiss was also great, but the Kurt and Blaine kiss just stuck out in my mind. If you haven't seen it yet, go to YouTube and look up 'Klaine skit Dublin'.

The rest of my suspension is spent choosing songs. Scrolling through my iPod 100 times, my grand total is a whopping three songs. I feel like I've almost finished a puzzle, but I have that one lone piece that just won't fit. It's more than frustrating.

I'm on the verge of banging my head against the wall when I decide to take a stroll around the house, eat a little, clear my mind.

I open the door to my room and immediately hear something that pretty much blows me away. I walk up to the entrance to Blaine's room and stop there. Luckily for me, he's forgotten to close his door, so I can see and hear him rock out on his piano very clearly.

Now, there's no denying that my brother when it comes to piano, but I've grown quite used to his talent. The same goes for his vocal abilities, which he's also using in this particular piece. The difference this time, thought, is that I've never heard this song before, and I'm 87% sure that anyone besides Blaine has heard it, either. Maybe aliens who are looking to take over the Earth for its resources and turn invisible so they can observe us humans in our daily lives, but certainly not any people.

And I've seen you cryin', he sings. I tiptoe into the room, where Blaine is sitting at the piano and his back is turned to me, and I try not to disturb his concentration.

You felt like it's hopeless.

And I'll always do my best,

To make you see.

This is when I come up right behind him, lean down, and rest my chin on his shoulder. He stops singing for a moment, but still plays the instrumental component of the song. His head turns and he looks at me, smiling and raising an eyebrow.

"Keep going," I say.

Blaine looks back at the keys on his electric piano and continues his song, stunning me once again by singing a wide range of notes for varying periods of time. When he finishes, I clap a lot. By the 30 second mark, I manage to have him laughing pretty hard. Eventually, he has to hold my hands together to make me stop.

"Sweet mother of… Mother, Blaine! Has anyone ever heard this?" I ask, amazed at his song writing abilities.

"I'm pretty sure that bird's been here for a while," he jokes.

"Is it that same bird that's been eating all the pies we leave outside to cool?" I ask sarcastically, looking at the window, where we both can see a crow resting on a tree branch.

"You know, it might be."

"Seriously, though, anyone?" I say, dropping the joke.

"Not yet," he replies. Yet. There's the key word, and it tells me all I need to know.

"So you do plan on letting a someone or someones of your choice fall in love with this song?" I say, both as a legitimate question and a form of praise.

"Maybe one person," Blaine says, looking down and smiling to himself. I give him a knowing glance, which he imitates, and pretty soon we are in the midst of a war of smolders, quickly raising eyebrows, and squinted eyes. Eventually, he out-smolders me and I burst out laughing.

Returning to our previous topic, I sit down on his bed and ask, "And how would this display of love through the power of song come about?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Somewhere where the mood would say 'I really care about you.' Where I could look right at him and just by seeing me, my face, my expression, and know that I mean every single word." Wow. Just… wow. I really wasn't expecting him to go into such detail.

"Well then, Blaine Warbler," I say, and yes, even I am allowed to use this nickname. "I believe you just found yourself a situation in which you can sing to your beloved as you desire." I show him my left hand, which has my song list written on it. "There's a spot open for any songs that would like the honor of being sung at the Ritz, and after careful consideration, I've decided that yours makes the cut."

"Well, this all sounds very prestigious, are you sure my song is worthy?" Blaine asks, barely hiding the smile on his face.

"Yes sir, very," I assure him. "Please?" I add, just so he knows he has a choice.

"Then in that case, my song will accept your invitation," he says, then pens in the name of his work on my palm.

Not Alone. Huh. It fits with the message, and is very… inviting. I like it. "Great," I say. "So that makes four, and number five is yet to be determined." There is a somewhat awkward silence after this, neither of us knowing what to say. I get to thinking about the romance of him writing a song for Kurt, which in turn, leads me to the upcoming conversation.

"Oh dear." Blaine looks confused. "I just remembered, each writer must be questioned before their song is used," I say as a lame excuse to ask questions about his life, but making sure that he knows that I'm joking. Sort of joking.

"Well I doubt I can tell you anything you don't already know," he answers. I take this as the okay to proceed, and I start invading his personal business.

"So Blaine," I start, hopping on his bed and lying belly-down. I rest my head on my folded arms and continue. "I want to ask you something that could be considered invasive my most people, but only seems like sisterly concern to me."

"Shoot," he says.

"I want to know… um… I just want to know howyoufeltduringyourfirstkiss," I say quickly, suddenly feeling my first kiss. Great, now everything's going to get all uncomfortable and he's not going to talk about it then you'll never be able to talk about personal stuff again. Really smooth, Julia.

He surprises me by chuckling, "My first kiss? With Kurt?" like he can't believe I asked this question, but he's somehow prepared for it. How did that happen?

"Yeah. It's… you don't have to answer. I just-"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to know?" More shockers. He's actually considering my question.

"Um, I just want to know what to expect, you know? Like, what standards to set. And… What you and Kurt have, it's legit. And I want that. I'm jealous." I scrunch my nose as I say the word 'jealous'. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I'm hoping he'll look past this and just answer my question.

Evidently, Blaine understands how this can feel, because he begins his story. " I felt a lot of things. Scared, because I wanted to seem like the guy who knew all about this kind of thing when I really knew nothing. Afraid that I wouldn't be a good enough kisser. I was a little overwhelmed, actually, because I'd known him for a while, but it was like I was seeing him for the first time. Mostly I was just happy, though," Blaine explains. He shrugs. "He seemed to… enjoy it. And I was happy that I'd found somebody who I could talk to and… who loved me." He smiles. Then he looks at me and laughs. "Happy that he didn't slap me in the face afterwards."

"Did you really think that would happen?" I ask.

"Not really," Blaine chuckles.

We sit in a slightly awkward silence for a while, before I stand up and say, "Well, come on. We need to practice," and explain who is singing what for our performance at the Ritz.

Well, there it is! And I'm working on chapter 10 right now. As you read this. I hope it'll be up within the week.

So, just so you know, when I say things in this story, I probably have no idea what I'm talking about. This is my first fic, and I'm a lazy person, so I don't do research. I should, but I don't. I'm not even sure if there is a Ritz in Westerville. I Googled it, so I hope I got accurate info. Anyway, if I talk about musical things, or instruments, or bridges and key changes, I'm probably not going to use the terms correctly. I'm not a musician, so my vocabulary is a bit lacking. Well, actually I play trumpet, but we can pretend I don't. I'll try my very best, though.

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Hugs and Butterfly Kisses. Until next chapter!