AN: So a little of Kurt's thought process after the scene with his dad in "Dance With Somebody". This was inspired by lyrics from "This Years Love" by David Gray.
As I watched the door close behind my father, I sank down onto my bed. Glancing around I took in the color coded items. Maybe Dad was right, maybe I wasn't getting sentimental enough about leaving all this behind. I had spent eighteen years of my life in Lima, though only about a year and a half in this house - this room. Still, once I graduated high school things weren't going to be the same.
Then there was Blaine. I really didn't know what was going on with him. Maybe they were right about high school sweethearts not making it past high school. Not that I wanted us to break up. The attention that Chandler was giving me, the compliments I had been receiving were nice. They had helped fill the empty feeling inside that I had been trying to ignore and the prospect of having a friend in the city during the year that I would be there alone had made the prospect a little less frightening.
But perhaps Rachel and Blaine were right. Maybe it wasn't as innocent as I was trying to convince myself that it was. I remembered how jealous I had felt about Blaine talking with Sebastian. At the very least this was like that. I remembered how much I wanted Blaine to stop talking with the Warbler. If for that reason only, I figured it would be best to cut contact with Chandler.
Standing up, I walked over to the shelf containing the picture from last year's prom. Reaching out I removed the pink post-it from the frame. Like I had told my dad, I reserved the right to repost the item, and for now I decided to unmake my previous decision. I wasn't ready to give up on the relationship I had with Blaine. Yes, there relationship had hit a rough patch but that was expected. The road that had led to my current family had taught me that. Neither one of us had officially broken up with the other, even if we hadn't talked since Blaine's performance in Glee - hence the pink post-it.
Chandler's compliments might make me feel good but the thought of life without Blaine made it feel as though I was suffocating. That distinction told me everything that I needed to know. I needed to find a way to let Blaine know that I was sorry for my part in this whole mess. That I wanted to work things out. That I still wanted him and I knew the perfect Whitney Houston song to accomplish that.