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Melody straightened out her brunette hair and placed a clip-on, pink bow on the side. She took out her hairspray and sprayed it around in a circular motion. She smoothed out her black blazer and then pulled up her pale pink lip gloss, spreading some of the liquid around her plump lips. She rubbed her lips together and then finally settled upon her appearance.

She rushed out into the hallway of her and her father's home and entered into her bedroom. The room was a pale purple with a black and white patterned comforter. Black and white photographs of New York hung around the room. It was Melody's ultimate dream to one day go to New York and start a new life there. She grabbed her leather bag and hurried out into the hallway, once more. Rushing down the wooden staircase, Blaine stood at the end with his arms crossed and his eyebrows cocked up.

"Running a little late today?" He asked his daughter, who then rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, I kind of slept in. I need my beauty sleep, you know," Melody answered, as she pushed past him. She began to walk down the hallway to the front door. Blaine followed behind her, his car keys jingling in his hand. The two walked over to the blue car and climbed inside. Melody crossed her legs so that her pink and white skirt laid evenly across her thighs. She wore black ankle boots and black lace tights.

Driving the car down the driveway, Blaine remembered the conversation that he had with Kurt, just the other day. This was his daughter, she would never, ever be Blaine's true daughter. All these years, Melody had never known who she really was. She just figured that Blaine was her dad and that her other father had left them. Of course, if you asked her about her other father, she couldn't even give a description of what he looked like, because she had been so young when he left.

"So, Mel…do you remember Kurt, your other father, at all?" Blaine asked, as he glanced over her daughter. She was picking at her perfectly painted nails.

"No, not really… Why are you asking?" Melody said, as she slightly glanced at her father.

"Oh no reason. I was just wondering, that's all," Blaine said, as he stopped at a traffic light.

"Are you talking to him again?" Melody asked him.

"How did you know that…" Blaine said, as they sat at the red light.

"I went through the messages on the phone. I heard his voice asking you to meet him for coffee. Did you go?" Melody asked with curious eyes.

Blaine nodded, "Yes. I did, Mel."

"But, why? He left us. He didn't want us anymore. Why would you want to see him again after all the crap he put us through?" Melody said, as she crossed her arms. She reminded him so much of Kurt in just the simplest of things.

"Mel, it has been 11 years ago. People start to learn to just move on and forgive," Blaine said, as he pulled the car into the school parking lot.

Melody faced towards him and let out a sigh, "Dad, I just don't want him to hurt you again."

Blaine placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder, "Mel, I love you for your concern, but I am a grown man, I can stand up for myself."

Melody shrugged her shoulders and looked down to the car floor. Blaine kissed her on the cheek and she grinned up at him.

"Race you to the front entrance!" Melody said, as she unbuckled herself.

Blaine began to laugh and unbuckle himself, as well, "Oh, you are so on!"

Kurt stood in front of the classroom filled with red and blue blazers. His first hour class were all freshmen, which meant they only learned the simplest of things.

"Now class," Kurt began. "Beethoven didn't just redefy his century, but all other centuries to come. We still look at him, today, as one of the greatest composers in all of the world. Now can anyone tell me one of his greatest symphonies ?"

No one rose their hands and Kurt stood in silence, "Anyone?"

Finally, a tan haired girl rose her hand.

"Charlotte."

"The Pastoral Symphony?"

"Yes, yes. It was one of his many great works. It really expressed his love of nature," Kurt said, as the class listened intently to him. The clock bells rang and the students began to rise from their seats. "Have a good day, everyone!"

The classroom became bare and Kurt sat down at his desk, looking over his next hour's lesson plan.

"Mr. Hummel? Someone called from the door.

Kurt looked up from his work and saw none other than Eric standing at the door.

"Eric, please come in."

The blond headed boy walked in, over to his desk, "I got that file that you wanted. Melody Anderson, right?"

"Yes, Melody Anderson is correct," Kurt said, as the boy handed him a tan folder.

"Is that all, you needed?" Eric asked.

"Yes, thank you so much! I will see you at 6th period," Kurt said, as he opened up the folder. He glanced over the records. It appeared that Melody had gotten A's and B's throughout most of her schooling. She had been in many musical competitions and had won over 10 awards. Kurt smiled at her accomplishments and then pulled up the papers. Underneath was a small, school picture from about a year ago. Kurt grasped onto it and felt a tear well up inside of him. She was the epitome of him. Her hair was the exactly shade of brown as his, her eyes were as crystal blue as his, and her style was the same taste as his own. He stared at the photo. His daughter was staring back at him, a huge smile on her face.

"Why did, I leave you?" Kurt whispered to the photograph.

Melody stood alone in the choir room after school that day. Her dad gone off to talk to the principal, Don Owens, and had told her to stay put.

She fiddled around with the piano keys and then settled down on the bench.

Playing out a melody, she began to sing her soprano voice softly.

Summer after high school when we first met. We make out in your Mustang to Radio Head. And on my 18th birthday we got that matching tattoos. Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof, talk about our future like we had a clue. Never plan that one day I'd be losing you...

Melody took in a breath and felt an urge to sing a little louder than before.

And in another life I would be your girl. We keep all our promises, be us against the world. And in other life I would make you stay So I don't have to say you were the one that got one that got away...

She began to hit the keys, a little harder.

I was dreaming you were my Johnny Cash Never one, we got the other, we made a pact. Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on, whoa Someone said you had your tattoo removed. Saw you downtown singing the blues. It's time to face the music, I'm longer your muse...

She held out the note and then took in another deep breath.

And in another life I would be your girl. We keep all our promises, be us against the world And in another life, I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away. The one that got away..

She kept going, her voice growing louder and louder as she continued singing. Without her knowing, Blaine had stepped slightly into the room, leaning against door post, admiring his daughter's voice.

The one, the one, the one. The one that got away. All these money can't buy me a time machine, no! Can't replace you with a million rings, no I should've told you what you meant to me, whoa. 'Cause now I pay the price! In another life I would be your girl! We keep all our promises, be us against the world. And in another life, I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away... The one that got away. The one, the one, the one, the one! And in another life I would make you stay. So I don't have to say you were the one that got away...

The one that got away…..

Melody finished the song and heard a pair of clapping hands.

"Amazing, Mel. We just might win sectionals with that voice of yours," Blaine told his now blushing daughter.

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